hey !! i'm a new blog (not new to tumblr i have another blog lmao) and i was wondering if you had any recommendations for good marvel/spiderman blogs to follow??
Okay soooo here are the main blogs I follow that are spiderman related- some of them are Tom Holland themed a little more (idk if that’s what you’re interested in as well buT) Alot of them are fic writers too and are like da best of da best so if you’re interested in that too these are some good ones! (regardless they all have good content) You should also be able to look at who i’m following on top of that- I’ve got a good mix on my dash of spiderman content! :)
Hooded eyes can be a tricky subject when it comes to makeup, but it doesn’t have to be! With just one simple sweep this technique can give your eyes lift, and definition whilst making them appear more elongated.
Step 1. After prepping the eyelids and tightlining the eyes sweep a shimmery, pigmented shade over the eyelid
Step 2. With your eyes open work a matte dark brown shade through the crease and blend
Step 3. Taking a darker shade than the one you originally used, hold the brush at the outer corner of the eye
Step 4. Gently drag the brush upwards towards your eyebrow to create a winged shape
Step 5. Blend out the eyeshadow following that same shape
Step 6. Take the same matte dark brown along the lower lash line
Step 7. Smudge a dark, black eyeshadow along the upper lash line as an eyeliner
Step 8. Smudge that same dark black shade along the lower lash line
Step 9. All that blending can take away the first shade you apply so reapply it to the center of the eyelid
Step 10. Curl your lashes and apply mascara to both top and bottom lashes.
Summary :Jungkook finds out you never had an orgasm before.
A/N :Probably one of the last drabbles I’ll write before my finals. Inspired by a dream, don’t ask. Feedback or a questions, everything is here !
“You’re lying.”, stated Jungkook, confidence dripping from his words. He had dropped his phone on his bed, one of his legs extended to the end of the matress, the other bended against his chest. You couldn’t see him, laying on your back, facing the ceiling of his room, but you could feel his eyes on you.
Rubbing your palms against your eyes, your groaned, wishing your best friend never started this conversation.
“Jungkook, I’m not lying okay.”, you sighed, leaving the back of your hands on your forehead. “Can we stop talking about this now ?”, you whined.
The boy stayed silent for a bit, and you thought that for once, just for once, he would let go. But that’s not knowing Jeon Jungkook.
“So you don’t know what an orgasm feels like ?”, he asked and you rolled your eyes, silently cursing your best friend.
It was just a normal conversation at first, until Jungkook started talking about his exploits. Again, it wasn’t a new thing, you and your best friend were comfortable talking about sex, but only if it was his sex life, because your sex life was inexistent. You never talked about it to Jungkook, but you thought he knew you were a virgin; apparently not.
“No.”, you answered, feeling heat rise on your cheeks, damn you just wanted to sink in the floor.
Silent filled the room again, before you felt the matress move. Crawling beside you, Jungkook layed on his stomach, supporting himself with his elbow. His eyes were still on you, but you couldn’t dare look at him, heart beating a bit too fast, talking about such an intimate thing was strange.
“Have you ever touched yourself ?”, purred Jungkook, and something immediately changed in the air. Was he really asking you this question ? He wasn’t going to let it slide, did he ?
“Y/N.”, called the boy, but his voice was still as loud as a whisper, as if he was afraid to talk louder, afraid to break something. Maybe he was afraid to break the thin confidence you were building up, finally answering.
“Yeah.”, but again, your voice was as quiet as his.
He moved again, your eyes finally catching his own. You would laugh at his way too serious face and furrowed eyebrows if you weren’t in such a situation. He released the bottom of his lips that he was unconsciously biting, getting a little bit closer to your body. One of his hand pressed on the matress beside you head, the sudden weight of his body making you groan.
“Jungkook, what the fuck are you doing ?”, you asked. You wanted him to hear the annoyance in your voice, but the question fell in a breath as his head dropped way to close to your own.
“Don’t you want to know how it feels like ?”, he mewled, stroking your hair. Your breath got caught, the sudden change of attitude leaving you stunned. Your breath got heavier, swallowing again as your throat got awfully dry.
A gasp left your lips as Jungkook’s head dropped, not waiting for an answer. His lips pressing a line of kisses down your neck, his right hand stroking your side, lifting your shirt up little by little.
It felt like seeing your best friend in a new light. Strangely, you didn’t feel repulsed, quite the contrary, your skin was growing hotter and all you wanted to do was to push the boy’s head down, forcing him to kiss further down, dying to feel his fingertips linger on your skin.
Your body relaxed as he kissed the spot between your neck and shoulder, but the feeling soon disappeared, a whine leaving your lips.
“Answer me.”, rasped Jungkook. He darted his tongue out, tracing the shape of your ear, his hand finally sneaking under your shirt, his thumb drawing circles above the hem of your underwear. “Do you wanna know ?”, he whispered, his hot breath ghosting over your ear.
“Yes.”, you gasped, catching your lower lips between your teeth. You were anxious in a way, he was your best friend after all. But stangely, you couldn’t see anyone else but Jungkook on top of you. You could feel the boy’s lips stretch in a smile against your ear, before attacking your neck again.
Your hand flew to his hair, your head thrown back, giving him more access.
“If something feels wrong, tell me and I’ll stop.”, he started, voice quiet as he looked into your eyes. And god, they were a shade darker, pupils blown wide, holding silent promises. “I want to make you feel good.”, he purred as you nodded after swallowing the built of saliva.
“Now, tell me. How do you touch yourself ?”, he husked, licking his lips.
Your throat went dry again, gasping for air. You didn’t know where that confidence came from, but you opened your mouth, carefully watching his reaction. “I tease myself throu-”, but you couldn’t finish your phrase, a gasp leaving your lips as Jungkook pressed a finger on your clit through the thin fabric of your panties.
“Like that ?”, he cooed, a cocky smile streching his lips. You nodded, eager to see and feel his next move. Jungkook ran his finger along your folds, feeling the wet patch starting to form. “God, you’re already wet.”, he quietly laughed, catching his lip in his teeth. You wanted to respond, but you got cut off by a sigh leaving your mouth as Jungkook pressed his fingertip on your clit, rubbing small circles, his lips parting.
“What do you do next ?”, he breathed, eyes glued on you, your face, your body, how you reacted to his touchs. You inhale, trying to collect yourself, “Take my panties off and start rubbing my clit.”, and you couldn’t even believe the words leaving your mouth. But the thought left your mind as the boy on top of you followed your orders, pulling the fabric to the side, the air hitting your heat, his fingertip pressing on the nub, and you immediately felt intoxicated.
He knew what he was doing, his digit moving in slow circles, applying the right amount of pressure, sending waves of pleasure through your body. Your hips accidently bucked, Jungkook’s finger pressing harder as a moan left your lips.
“More.”, choked, lightly tugging the boy hair. He looked up, cheeks and lips rosy, before moving lower, placing a single kiss above the hem of your underwear. He stopped his movements, a whine leaving your lips. Spreading your wetness, he added another finger, parting your folds before lightly pushing in your entrance. Closing your eyes, his other hand grabbed your hair, tugging at it, exposing your neck as his lips started attacking your skin again.
Capturing your skin between his teeth, he softly bit on it, fully pushing his finger in. Your exhaled, trying to adjust with the new feeling. Jungkook silently waited, sucking on your neck.
“Jungkook”, you breathed, signaling him to move, and he understood, his finger pumping in and out. His name fell in a broken moan tumbling from your lips, a hiss escaping from his own, his pants starting to grow tighter. You closed your eyes as he added another finger, deliciously stretching your walls.
“Look at me.” he growled, he movements growing faster, his thumb drawing forms on your clit. Opening your eyes, you attempted to keep eye contact, trying not to roll your eyes as he curled his fingers. Your head moved backwards as your hips moved against his hand, the one he wasn’t using grabbing your jaw.
Hair falling in front of his eyes, he licked his lips, before crashing them on yours. A gasp left your lips, it’s not like you never kissed him, but behind every kiss was the taste of alcohol, but not in this one. Moving against each other, your body melted against his soft lips and his touch, moaning against his mouth.
Your mind was fogged, you didn’t know were to focus, the kiss growing sloppy as he bit your bottom lip. On the other hand, Jungkook was trying his best to stay focused on you, and not buck his hips against the matress, his bulge now clearly visible. His thumb started rubbing your clit again, a loud moan coming from your lips as you started feeling a thigh knot in your stomach, your walls tightening around his digits.
“Are you gonna cum ?”, purred Jungkook agaisnt your lips, his fingers moving faster. You could only nodd, closing your eyes as you felt your climax approach.
“Fuck, come for me.”, growled Jungkook, his own breath uneven.
A mixture of curse words and your best friend’s name left your lips, holding tightly to his hair. Your eyes watered, gasping for air, your orgasm crashed over you like a wave, and the earth stopped spinning as a last loud moan left your lips.
Chest falling and rising with every irregular breath, your tried to process everything, blinking a few times. You caught Jungkook holding his fingers in front of his mouth, before wrapping his lips around his digits, the taste of your arousal on his tongue.
Head still spinning, you detailled the boy in front of you, before finally opening your mouth.
“Do you need help with that ?”, you asked, a small smile on your face as you gestured to his bulge.
request: Hello! Assuming that request are open- could you maybe do a tom imagine? Where the reader is Harrison’s little sister (by like 2 years?) and she’s always been that really dorky annoying younger sibling, and tom hasn’t seen her in awhile because of his career. But she visits harrison while they’re in Atlanta and she grew up rlly well (yanno what I mean?) and Tom is just ???? How ??? With a fluffy ending? It’s super cheesy but I’ve been thinking about this a lot haha
a/n: i merged two of the requests i had in my ask, so i hope this is okay. i’ve low key been day dreaming about this imagine for the past three days, like this is the dreeeeeam lol, hope you guys enjoy it! (also i hope you don’t mind there’s a tiny bit of smut at the end)
Tapping your foot impatiently, you stood outside the house Tom and Harrison were renting in Atlanta while Tom worked. You heard muffled voices behind the other side of the door, feet shuffling along the floor as your older brother made his way to the entrance of the house. The door opened, Harrison stood smiling in the hallway, moving to the side to let you in. He hugged you tightly, then reached for your suitcases outside.
“Jesus Christ, how much did you bring?” Harrison noted your large amount of luggage. You shrugged. “I need options,” you said simply. He laughed. “I’ll take these upstairs. Go in the kitchen through the back, the others are in there.” You were nervous, about to enter a room full of strangers. You inhaled deeply, stepping into the kitchen as Harrison lugged your suitcases up the stairs.
“You must be Y/N!” Jacob said. You smiled at his welcome as he introduced you to his friends. “Tom’s actually on set at the moment, but you know him anyway. He’ll be back for dinner tonight. Laura’s gonna cook for us.” You’d known Tom for as long as you could remember, always having a tiny inappropriate crush on your brother’s best friend. You hadn’t seen him for months now he had a successful career under his belt, he was rarely ever home. It was Harrison’s idea that you came out to visit them, he felt guilty he’d been away and missed your birthday.
Jacob was friendly, already making you feel at ease. The others smiled at you, including you in their conversation. You took the kitchen stool in between Zendaya and a vacant one, where Harrison sat once he had finished with your bags. “So guys,” Harrison piped up. “Obviously my sister is gonna be here for a couple of weeks, so you better treat her like family and make sure she’s happy all the time. She needs a lot of attention or she’ll start to get weird,” Harrison teased, poking your sides. “A bit like you then,” Zendaya quipped, making everyone laugh. “Why don’t we chill in the pool?” Laura suggested.
You were never one for dive-bombing and flipping into the water like Harrison was - you were more of a ‘floating on a lilo’ kind of girl. You’d had to buy a whole new wardrobe of bikinis and one pieces for your trip, since you’d filled out a little since your last holiday. You had your eyes shut underneath your sunglasses as you lay floating in the water, basking in the sunshine. The boys were playing with a ball on the other side of the pool, Zendaya was reading on a lounger and Laura was in the kitchen prepping dinner. You heard the faint clink of keys being dropped onto a table, followed by Tom’s voice, deeper since the last time you saw him, calling out as he entered the back garden.
“Woah,” he said quietly to himself, his eyes scanning the pool, pausing as his gaze reached you. You tilted your sunglasses so you could see him better, returning the smile he was giving you. You suddenly became very conscious of your bikini clad body as you noticed he was still staring.
“Get in the pool!” Harrison shouted, diverting Tom’s eyes away from you. You lay back down, watching him discreetly as he pulled off his shirt, followed by his sweatpants, leaving him in the swim trunks he was already wearing. Your eyes scanned his chiseled abs, toned pecs and strong legs. He dived over your lilo, splashing you as he hit the water, making you squeal. He winked at you as he surfaced, swimming backwards towards your brother and Jacob, his eyes still on you. Jacob threw the ball, hitting the back of Tom’s head. You laughed, closing your eyes, returning back to your sunbathing.
Notes: This is my first time posting some of my writing on Tumblr! I was contemplating whether or not to create a whole separate blog for fanfiction, but I’m not sure yet. Hope you enjoy! Please comment to let me know what you think! P.S. This is super gross and short and I was too lazy to finish it, sorry.
THREE WEEKS AGO
“Okay, what is the
metallurgical process called in which a metal is obtained in a fused state?”
You recited from a passage in the textbook, slightly stumped yourself if it
wasn’t for the answer column on the right side of the page. Peter chewed on the
tip of his eraser, tapping his pencil against his splayed homework, which,
still happened to be blank. You could see the cogs and gears working in his
head, but something was distracting him. His normally bright features
were reduced to a dim, throbbing pulse, and his mouth had been eternally drawn
into a frown.
He squeezed his eyes shut. “Can-can you repeat the question again?”
“The answer was smelting,” you stated bluntly, feeling a morsel of pity harden
in your chest. The period was almost over, but Peter was in no shape to take
the chemistry quiz tomorrow, even if it was a small part of his overall grade.
Surely you could extend the session for a little while longer, right? Just
until he got the gist of it. The shortcoming of
light and unbreathable tension that had befallen the muggy atmosphere made it hard for you to
pinpoint his pronounced apprehension, yet even in your half-awake, disheveled
state, you could still manage to discern every exhausted feature of the boy
that sat before you in the afternoon murkiness.
Peter’s shoulders slumped and he held his face in his hands, rubbing the sleep
from his eyes. “I am so, so sorry, Y/N. This is useless. I’m wasting your time.
Thanks for trying to help me, but we’ve been at this for ages.“
“Hey,” you cooed, placing a hand on his leg,
only realizing minutes after an awkward deadlock that your comforting gesture
was anything but platonic. You withdrew your arm almost immediately, your
fingers inadvertently brushing past the outer of his thigh in a frantic frenzy
to recompose yourself, and your cheeks flushed a reddish hue you hoped he would
assume from the sun’s harsh glares.
Peter’s lower lip was
close to bleeding from all the anxious gnawing he had accomplished in the
alarmingly-short time frame. You were used to being able to ease people’s
worries fairly quickly, yet upon witnessing Peter’s neurotic state with your
very two eyes, the more you tried to help him, the more you continued to nourish
The petulant frown on
your face turned briefly apologetic, and the knot manifesting in the bottom of
your stomach tightened unforgivably. “How about we take a break? I can
cook some food for us downstairs. My parents are working late tonight, so I’d
pretty much be on my own anyways. It’s really no trouble, Peter.”
The boy’s head perked up instantly. “Did you just call me by my first name?” he
mused, grinning wryly.
You laughed halfheartedly. “Don’t get used to it.”
Peter followed you into the kitchen, hoisting himself up onto
the counter rather fluidly, and he wrung his hands in his lap, watching as you
gathered various ingredients from the cupboards. With armfuls of spices and
cutlery, you disgorged your ever-growing pile onto a cutting board,
accidentally dropping a ceramic bowl in the process. You barely had time to
shriek as your mother’s esteemed dish tumbled towards the tiles, but before it
could shatter into shards, Peter reached down and grabbed it out of thin air,
catching it centimeters from the ground.
“This-ah-I think this is yours,” he offered shyly, slowly handing you the bowl
that should have been blown to smithereens if it wasn’t for his unnaturally
quick reflexes. With your mouth agape, you stared at Peter in awe, unable to
comprehend what had just happened. Did he? Could he? How was that even possible? You had seen Peter during P.E. He wasn’t
fast, and he wasn’t athletic. His coordination was okay, but compared to
everybody else, he was as ordinary as they came.
Speechless, you returned to your cooking, turning the dial on the stove as you
waited for the burners to heat up. The crackle of fire permeated throughout the
“How-how did you do that?” You exasperated, placing your hands on your hips
incredulously. Okay, now you knew for certain that something was seriously
off. The whole night had been weird, but that—that was absurd.
Peter obviously wasn’t expecting you to be so upfront, judging by the fact that
he was stuffing his face with a half-eaten bag of croutons. “Do what?” he
mumbled, swallowing thickly.
“This! How did you do this?” You shook the bowl
accusingly in his presence, your eyes aflame with a spark of lunacy, searching
for any plausible answer in your frustratingly empty head. It wasn’t logical.
Nobody was that quick. Not even Quicksilver.
Peter flinched. “Guess I got lucky?”
“Pfft, yeah, right. It was luck. Will you get lucky on your chemistry quiz
tomorrow, too?” Maybe you were being a little harsh, but you didn’t believe him
for a second.
You could feel his eyes perusing the kitchen as you shoveled a thinning pile of
vegetables into the pan, nudging them around with a wooden spatula. Right as
the cabbage and peas and carrots hit the surface, the oil popped like bubbles
in champagne. The two of you managed to make small talk for a while, but the conversation
didn’t last long. You mixed in the rice next, wincing as flecks of oil bit at your
wrist. Peter descried your unease almost immediately.
He was about to say something before his phone went off, and repentantly, he
ducked out of the room, picking up the call. You could hear his footsteps hike
idly up the stairs. It was probably just someone checking in on him, right? But
then again, why did he have to go all the way upstairs to answer it? That boy
was hiding something, and you would get to the bottom of it, no matter how long
it took. You dumped the frying pan over two China bowls, scooping out the fried
rice with haste.
Stealthily, you ascended towards the top of the stairwell, following the
muffled voice that trailed down the corridor, ending at the bathroom door. The
walls were somewhat soundproof, so you could only catch snippets here and
there, but at one point, you thought you’d heard your name. You didn’t want to
jar the partition open—or even jostle the knob to see if it was locked—because
Peter would notice either way. Your fingers itched to yank open the door—to
expose him for the liar that he was. And to think that you were just starting
to tolerate him.
Suddenly, as you were about to knock, the door flung open and you tripped over
your toes, crashing into Peter’s chest with the grace of a newborn calf. You
let out a high-pitched scream before foolishly realizing that you had yet to
hit the ground, and with hesitance, you opened your eyes, baffled to find Peter
staring back at you with the exact same expression of fear written in the worry
lines of his face. Contrary to the manic beating of the boy’s heart, his arms
were steadily fastened around your waist, hugging you close to his body. There
was a moment where his embrace squeezed your ribs a little too tightly, but you
didn’t want him to let go. Your tiny fists balled in the fabric of his shirt,
clinging to him like a lifeline. You were parallel to his torso by this point,
though a part of you still felt as if you were falling.
Peter was going to Germany?
You wouldn’t admit it to yourself. You tried not to think about all the things
that he could be hiding from you, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that
something bad was happening. Of course, you and Peter weren’t friends. Peter
wasn’t obligated to tell you anything, though his cold shoulder stung
nonetheless. Maybe you’d overreacted? Ever since your first tutoring session
together, a spark of suspicion had flared up in your gut, and it still refused
to settle after a week later. Everything Peter had done, or was doing, made him look bad. It was
possible that he could’ve been immensely oblivious, but he was smarter than the
average teenage boy—or so you’d thought. You’d been kept in the dark ever since your family had moved to
Queens. Nobody ever told you anything. Not because you weren’t trustworthy, but
because you were innocent, and it was merely human nature to preserve innocence
in the face of cruel, harsh reality. People underestimated you. They never
seemed to want your opinion; they never seemed to care enough about you to
even ask. And undeniably, you
had grown accustomed to it.
You weren’t fond of Peter, but he was the only person who voluntarily liked
talking to you, so that had to stand for something. His absence struck your small
frame like a speeding bullet, and his abrupt leave filled you with more
resentment than you had ever felt in your entire life. Little voices whispered
in the back of your head, pushing you closer to the edge, just waiting for you to
explode, but thankfully, your brain was too rational to act on one indignant
You stripped down your dirtied clothes, stumbling your way into the shower as
you tested the water’s temperature with a hesitant foot, slipping beyond a
floral-printed curtain. You washed away the grime and sweat from swollen skin,
shaking despite the heat that engulfed you, and you silently swore beneath your
breath, needling the handle a few inches. The water burned as tiny pinpricks
erupted over your whole body, painting your upper arms and thighs an ugly red hue,
but you simply gritted your teeth, ignoring the agonizing sensation. Shampoo
rinsed your ratty mane of the night’s failure, and white, frothy bubbles coated
the limestone floor, splattering at your feet in a torrential succession.
You slid to the ground with a thud, pulling your knees into your bare chest underneath
the profuse rain, and you could feel every droplet fall on your flesh like a
piece of hail, traveling in cataracts down coiled limbs. At first, the downpour
was too heavy for you to differentiate between the sticky wetness on your face,
but after a while, the tears that rolled down your cheeks were now waterfalls
that spilled from bloodshot eyes. And you sobbed until your throat cracked and your
mouth went dry.
You winced as your
back smashed against the side of a parked locomotive, denting the metal
carapace and shattering the passenger window. Rendered powerless from the
collision, you crumpled to the asphalt in a heap of reopened wounds, faintly
making out two blurry silhouettes skirting along the edge of your reddened
vision. Your jaw ached and you were more than positive that one of your ribs
had splintered during the contact, but you made a feeble attempt to crawl a few
inches towards the dirty backlot before being mercilessly struck down by the
underside of somebody’s shoe. The side of your contused and lacerated cheek dug
into jagged terrain from the pressure, and you bit down on your tongue to stop
from screaming, feeling the dampness of tears slide through the cuts in your
skin. You heard multiple footfalls congregating outside of your incapacitated
state, heavy and tiresome from bearing the ever-present scars of warfare. There
were grunts and groans and the occasional obscenity, but the noise of bone
breaking drowned out the rest of the battle’s murmurs.
The smaller opponent seemed to swing from the rafters and the catwalks of the
alleyway, as if he was suspended by some rope, but it was too dark to tell. The
boy in the red spandex slid to a halt before his foe, flipping his palms up
with such grace that the action was effortless—and somewhat natural—as a plume
of white ejected from his wrist and coated the nameless assailant in an ivory
web. The hero’s unidentifiable face was completely concealed by a thin sheet of
fabric with two tiny eye holes purposed for navigation, but it wouldn’t take a
detective to unravel the boy’s evident giddiness. His lapse of elation was
short-lived, however, once the little mechanisms on his lower arms seemed to
stop working. Suddenly, the boy was hurdled into a chain-link fence, doing
absolutely nothing for your growing panic. A short hiss escaped from him as he
fell onto his stomach and rolled briskly to his left, dodging another incoming
material that had so haphazardly embedded itself into the backside of a
Your cries were lodged in your throat, residing in the pit of your chest as the
last bit of air in your lungs evaporated into the starless sky, and somehow,
you felt even closer to the ground than you had before. The weight of a
thousand pickup trucks crushed your spine, pressing you further and further
into the pulverized earth, your heart centimeters away from being dangerously
impaled by the inward fragments of a broken rib. The preliminary numbness that
had tickled your toes earlier now consumed your lower half, spreading to every
inch of you like a wildfire. You attempted to stifle the continuous cries that
leaked from your lips, but it was no use. You were as good as dead, and nobody
could save you.
— heavy drinking | cursing | oral sex | jimin being sleazy | hoseok being an asshole | lots of pool references | just adult things
— jimin’s the bartender, you’re the billiard hotshot who frequents his bar and challenges him to a clean game of 9-ball after hours. “see if you can make this shot with my hand down your pants” au
“*yn* is finally reunited with her best friend, Clarke. The group of close friends reunite to bring Finn and Murphy home but none of them could have expected what was to come. Bellamy and *yn* find comfort in one another after they begin to realise how much they have all been through.
“Not far now.” *yn* murmured to Monroe as she heard a hiss escape Monroe’s mouth as she stretched her leg in order to step over a log. *yn* winced as a sharp pain shot through her abdomen and she felt her knees begin to buckle underneath her as she lurched forward.
“*yn*!” Bellamy called out as he hurried forward and caught *yn* before she could fall to the ground. Octavia scrambled forward and grabbed Monroe to help steady the pair so neither dragged the other down.
“I got you, I got you.” He murmured to *yn* as he slung her arm over his shoulder and placed his other hand on her waist to help her walk.