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cloud-somersault · 6 months

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I hate that tumblr made me have to send this with my main acc but anyways-

OUGH HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYYY!!!!!!!!!

THANK YOU FOR CHAPTER 4 CLOUD SUMMERSAULTING MK I ATE THAT SHIT UP ‼️‼️🙏🙏

OHHHH MY GOSH?????? OH YMSAIOJ OGHGMWALGMAWIOA OMH HJGIOGEAOIDWAMKL????

OGIOIASKLMD OHSOAL HOLY SHIT THANK YOU SO MUCH??? THIS IS BEAUTIFULSA OMGGGGG I'M SO?? TOUCHED YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO DRAW ME ANYHINGKGLGKG GGJG THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL A BEAUTIFUL SMILING CLOUD-SOMERSAULTING BOY!!!!! OHH HE'S SO PRECIOUS THIS IS SO PRETTY THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH!!

AND THANK YOU FOR ALL THE TAGS YOU ALWAYS LEAVE, I EAT THEM UP, TOO!!! I'M SO GLAD YOU LIKED CHAPTER 4. WHEN I WAS WRITING IT, I HAD A FEELING YOU'D LIKE THAT PART!!!!!

AND OMG YOU DREW HIM IN HIS CONSTELLATIONS OUTFIT??? HOLY SHIT OADMKWLASDWADAOJISLKMA IM SOBBIGN THANK YOU SOS MUCH FOR THIS GIFT I'LL TREASURE IT FOREVER OMGGMGM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#ask #THANK YOU SO MUCH GGLKGF FOR TAKING THE TIME #AND THANK YOU FOR READING MY FIC!!! ENOUGH TO DRAW SOMGHTMGKMGKG #cloud's bday gifts

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starsomens · 1 month

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Omg I had this thought on FWB Noah!

Let's say you guys are just fuckbuddies! You want more but noah dodges and avoids it. The whole "I'm not looking for anything serious."

Until you pull away and he runs into you while you're on a date.....

:O OMH GAWD I LOVE THIS IDEAAAA YESSSSS

On the phone

Noah: I know okay I just…you’re really cool, you’re beautiful and fun but I’m not looking for anything serious okay? If you want to keep going it’s fine with me but-

You: I don’t Noah…I can’t…….bye.

Noah: By-

You couldn’t do it anymore. The FWB was all fun and games, it was enjoyable and at times it was wholesome but you did the one thing people shouldn’t do….gain feelings….but you knew he wouldn't want the same things as you did. So you cut ties and go about your business

After some months you start to seriously date and there was this one guy who you really liked so far. This was your 4th date and you were honestly waiting for him to ask about a serious relationship. You just hadn't expected to see Noah walk into the restaurant where you were having dinner, you sigh and focus back on who you were with and could feel his eyes lingering on you. You keep going with the date and once it came to a close you join hands as he pays for the meal at the front. Just then Noah stared right down at you both and you couldn’t help but look back at him

Please stay……

…..not this time

You hold on to your date a bit tighter as you rip your gaze from him and make your way out leaving Noah lingering in his memories of the way you felt, the way you smelled the way you taste

Everything he could have had for himself was now for someone else

#bad omens #noah sebastian #bad omens cult #star’s anons✨#noahsebastian #badomens #bad omens band #noah sebastian x reader

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letsgetrowdy43 · 4 months

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i feel like quinn’s background on his phone was this one picture of honey and him from when they first started dating.

then when warren was born it changed to a picture of honey holding warren maybe from when she just gave birth and she yelled at him after.

she thinks it’s one of the worst pictures of her ever; her hair is a mess, she’s stil sweating, no makeup or anything. but quinn thinks it’s the best picture of her

(i’m such a sucker for dad!quinn!!!)

Omh definitely!!

His background for years is like some old photo from a tailgate in college, Honey is in a navy blue, umich coloured bikini top and a pair of flared leggings and Quinn is wearing horrid ripped skinny jeans and it's so 2018 core and icky but so adorable and they are so in love. She's kissing his cheek and he's just blushing and smiling as he looks at the camera.

Fast forward years later and they have Warren, the second he snaps a photo of a tired and emotional Honey cradling their newborn to her chest. Tears in her eyes and a hint of annoyance on her face at the camera in his hands

She hates the photo so much, loathes it, but he thinks it's the most beautiful photo he's ever taken. Honey will cringe every time she sees it, and Quinn will scold her cause that photo means everything to him, it was their first few moments as new parents and he was so in love and that memory means everything to him.

#thelittlesthughesau!!#quinn hughes #dad!quinn hughes #quinn hughes blurb #quinn hughes imagine

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cupid-styles · 7 months

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BESTIE OMH I NEED YOUR BOXER HARRY NOW! Only when you have the energy to write!<3

ok this is super short and not the best but here’s a little blurb!!!!! lmk if you’d want more from them :)

CWs: boxer harry x innocent virgin yn, forbidden romance dynamic, spicy but no big smut scenes

. . . ”You need to be quiet,” he mutters against the shell of her ear. She whimpers when he pushes her back against the tile of the locker room shower, her eyes flitting shut as he hikes up the mini skirt she’d worn just for him. “Do you want your brother to find out I’ve been fucking your little virgin ass?”

He hasn’t, actually — they’ve hooked up a couple of times over the past month, but it’s never gone any further than kissing, groping, and oral. They’ve never discussed it, but Harry had mumbled out something about him not being the right person to take her virginity a few weeks back. She thinks it’s stupid, but in his typical stubborn way — there’s a reason why he’s an underground boxer, after all — there’s no convincing him otherwise. At least not for now.

She moans as he cups her pussy through the lace thong barely covering her — again, another wardrobe choice made with him in mind — and he nearly growls, raising his other hand to cover her mouth.

“I told you to shut up, Y/N.” His tone is mean and dominating, but he’ll never admit that he loves the thrill of this all: Hooking up with his trainer’s little sister, the breathy moans she lets out that play through his brain all week long, the fact that they could get caught at any point, but they just can’t stay away from each other. The first time it happened, Harry felt bad. Dom trusted Harry implicitly, considering they’d been training together for the past seven years. He was fiercely protective of his little sister and Harry was one of the only people from the gym allowed to be alone with her.

A one-off hookup, a lapse in judgement, he promised to never do it again. But for that entire week, all he could think about was how warm she felt, her pussy milking and squeezing his fingers until they nearly slipped out, her eyes rolling back when he wrapped a hand around her throat and squeezed.

His resolve crumbled quickly. So now it’s kind of a routine, where they either stay late at the gym under the pretense of Y/N locking up or her sneaking into the locker room after one of his matches. It’s always in the back of his car, the locker room, the shower — somewhere where they can be quick and dirty and Harry can easily pretend it never happened by the time he gets home.

But for now — with this beautiful angel moaning into his skin, his thumb rubbing quick circles into her clit and three of his fingers pushing deep against her g-spot — he’ll allow himself to live in the present and commit it all to memory.

#writing #Harry styles blurb #harry styles imagine #boxer harry

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erotica-author-liz-adams · 5 months

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MAD TEA PARTY EXCERPT FROM “Alice’s Salacious Adventures in Wonderland”

After a few minutes of walking through a quiet forest, Alice arrived at an enormous house that must have belonged to the Hare for the path ended there. In front of the house was a long table decorated with china teacups, teapots, teakettles, and teaspoons. Two men sat with a sleeping woman between them. One of the men had a Roman nose and big jaw, wore an orange shirt and green vest, and an enormous top hat. Clearly, the Hatter. His orange shirt sported a picture of a teapot on it. Ridiculous. Shirts with tea illustrations on them. Such tea-shirts would never stay in fashion long.

The other man was, well, yum. The signs must have made a spelling error. The sign should have read “Bare,” not “Hare.” This other man was naked, muscle-clad, and covered with hair. The woman had a beautiful flow of blonde hair draped over her shoulders. She, too, was naked. She slept leaning back in her chair.

As Alice approached, their discussion became more distinct.

“Some more tea?” the Hatter asked the Hare.

“Yes, please.”

The Hatter poured, but as far as she could tell, nothing came out of the spout.

“Milk?” the Hatter asked.

“Yes, please,” the Hare replied.

The Hatter placed the empty teacup directly under the woman’s breast and tweaked her nipple. The woman giggled in her sleep and her nipple hardened, but no milk had come from it.

She did a quick check and squeezed her own nipple. No milk.

She walked to the table as the Hatter handed the teacup past the woman to the Hare.

It wasn’t until Alice took a seat across from the three that the Hatter noticed her.

“You can’t sit there,” the Hatter said. “There isn’t enough room.”

“There’s plenty of room,” Alice protested.

“Alright then,” the Hatter said. “If you want to join us, you must figure out the one thing that is wrong with this poem. ‘Twinkle twinkle goes your eye, as I finger you to cry. Moan above my fingers’ thrusts, like a tortured soul of lust.’”

She scowled.

“Well?” the Hatter asked.

“Well, everything seems wrong with that poem.” She folded her arms across her chest.

“Ha! You can’t find the one thing, can you?”

“I give up,” she said. “What’s the one thing wrong with it?”

“Beats me.” The Hatter turned to the Hare. “Do you know?”

The Hare shrugged, his flexed muscles glistening in the sunlight.

The woman blurted out, “I love you, Hare!” and mumbled back into sleep.

“Well then, have some more tea, Mr. Hare.” The Hatter poured another cup of emptiness.

“Milk?” the Hatter asked.

“Of course,” the Hare said.

The Hatter pinched the woman’s nipple again, over the empty cup. She giggled and then snored.

Alice asked, “Why do you pinch her nipples all the time?”

The Hatter said, “Why, to get milk for our tea, of course.”

“But there is no milk.”

“There is no tea, either,” sighed the Hatter. “Honestly. Do keep up.”

The woman shouted, “I love you, Hatter!” and mumbled back to sleep.

“Who is she, anyway?” Alice asked.

The Hare said, “This is Minnie. The most wonderful woman in the world.”

Minnie cried out, “Kiss, please!”

The Hare kissed Minnie’s lips until Minnie fell back to sleep.

He turned to Alice and said, “Would you like to hear a story? Minnie tells the best stories!”

“Yes, very much!” Alice said.

The Hatter lovingly brushed Minnie’s hair past her ear and whispered, “Minnie, wake up. It’s story time.”

Minnie’s eyes fluttered from a dream. She looked back and forth between the Hatter and the Hare.

“Oh, good,” she said smiling. “It wasn’t just a dream.”

The Hare kissed her cheek and said, “It’s story time.”

“But I don’t have a book to read from.”

Alice jumped in.

“I have a book.” She pulled it out of her pocket and looked at the title. “But it’s broken.”

“How can a book be broken?” asked Minnie.

“It says, ‘The Story of OMH,’ but that’s not right.”

“Let me see,” said the Hatter with an outstretched arm.

He took the book and showed it to Minnie.

Minnie said, “You’re correct. That’s not right.”

Alice nodded.

“It doesn’t say, ‘The Story of OMH,’” Minnie said. “It says ‘The Story of O.’”

“Really?” Alice said. She rounded the table to look over Minnie’s shoulder. As far as she could see, it read, The Story of OMH. She took the book from Minnie’s hands and read to herself the beginning. “Old Mother Hubbard lived in a cupboard…”

“You better read it aloud.” She gave the book back to Minnie. “It seems to work with you.”

Minnie started on page one and it was just how Alice remembered it. The starting scenes of O meeting her lover René at the park, taking the taxi ride, taking off her panties, and René removing her bra before arriving at a chateau. The scene where O is bathed by two chambermaids, then dressed in a collar and bracelets and cape and paraded in front of anonymous men.

Alice, the Hatter, and the Hare listened in silence as the erotic words left Minnie’s lips. The Hatter and Hare gazed upon Minnie with love in their eyes. Such a contrast to The Story of O. Every so often, the Hatter and the Hare drank from their teacups. Alice ignored the ridiculousness of them drinking nothing and listened to Minnie’s reading.

“‘Finally, finished with her, they moved away...’” Then Minnie stopped.

“What’s wrong?” Alice asked.

“What do they mean by ‘finished’?” Minnie said.

“You know,” she said. “They had an orgasm.”

“What’s an ‘orgasm’?” Minnie asked.

How confusing. Did Minnie have the same problem with reaching climax?

“You know when you have sex?” she asked.

The Hatter said, “Male or female?”

“No,” she said. “Sex like what they were talking about in the book.”

The Hare said, “They weren’t talking about gender?”

“No!”

Minnie murmured, “I think I may have completely misunderstood this story.”

The Hare and Hatter looked at Minnie and nodded sympathetically.

Alice observed the three of them. They seemed to love each other so much. And without having made love. Perhaps she could be the one to take them to a whole new height of appreciating each other. With both the Hatter and the Hare, there was ample penetration that could even provide Minnie with the orgasm she so deserved.

“I’ll do it,” Alice said.

“Do what?” The Hatter asked.

“I’ll show you what an orgasm is, and while I’ll definitely be able to get you guys to experience one, Minnie, I’ll do my best to make sure you have one, too.”

“Yay!” Minnie said. “Do I get to choose its color?”

She chuckled. “Orgasms don’t come in different colors,” she said.

“Then I guess I’ll have it in its normal color,” Minnie said.

Alice moved dishes, cups, saucers, and spoons down to the far end of the table.

“Hare,” she said, “I need you to lie down on the table.”

“Face up or face down?”

“Face up,” she said.

The Adonis lay his naked, muscled body on the table. His hairy chest filled and emptied with each breath. His penis rested flaccid at his hips. His strong legs and arms looked clenched even in their relaxed state.

“Minnie,” she said. “You need to kiss the Hare on the lips.”

“It’s a kiss?” asked Minnie. “Well, in that case, I’ve had puh-lenty of orgasms!”

She smiled. “The orgasm comes later. For now, love him with your kisses.”

Meanwhile, I’ll give him a hand job to make him hard.

Minnie sat in the chair beside the Hare’s head and looked into his eyes. Alice was about to reach for the Hare’s cock but stopped when she saw Minnie wasn’t kissing him.

Minnie sat there, and the two of them looked into each other’s eyes. Alice couldn’t believe it but watching them interact this way made her pulse race.

Minnie moved her head closer to his, still gazing into his eyes.

Amazing. He was getting hard just anticipating the kiss.

Alice watched the Hare’s cock come to life, growing bigger, increasing every inch their lips came closer together.

Alice’s nipples hardened.

Lord, this is so hot!

At last, Minnie kissed the Hare full on the mouth. The Hare pulsed, his length bobbed, aching for attention.

“Okay, Minnie,” she said. “You can stop kissing him and come over here. Now I want you to—”

Minnie continued to kiss the Hare.

For goodness sake!

“Minnie! Wake up!”

Minnie separated from the kiss but kept her eyes fixed on the Hare who smiled up at her.

“Now, come sit here”—she pointed to the Hare’s waist—“with a knee on either side of him.”

“That’s a funny way to sit,” Minnie said. But she climbed atop the Hare letting his cock nuzzle against her cleft.

“Now rock your hips back and forth on top of him.”

Minnie placed her hands on his abs and shifted forward and back along his length.

“Mmm. I quite like this trick,” Minnie said with a breathy voice.

“As do I.” The Hare took her hands in his. He watched the rapture in her face and seemed to take more pleasure with that.

“As do I,” the Hatter said.

The crazy man had a spoon stuffed down his pants like he was using it as a back scratcher but for his itches in other places.

Minnie brought the Hare’s hands upon her breasts, pushing them against her nipples. The Hare got the message and massaged them. Minnie arched her back, her head tilted up to enjoy the feel of skin and sunshine.

Alice had to make sure Minnie was good and wet for the Hare. She buried her fingers between Minnie and the Hare, feeling the moisture between Minnie’s folds, noticing the slickness of the Hare’s pulsating cock. Whoa. They were ready, alright. They felt like they had been ready for months.

“Sit up off of him,” she told Minnie.

Minnie kept right on moving her hips and looked at her with pleading eyes, “Do I have to?”

She placed a gentle hand on her face and smiled.

“Just for a moment,” she said. “I promise.”

Minnie sighed and positioned herself above the Hare, revealing the Hare’s impressive length. His hardness must have doubled in size from the attention Minnie gave him.

Alice wrapped her hand around the Hare’s cock and pointed it up at Minnie’s center.

“Okay, Minnie,” she said, “It’s time for you and the Hare to become one. Sit back down, take him inside of you. As slow as you need.”

She expected Minnie to require a gradual filling of her pussy. First the head of the Hare pushing past the entrance, time to feel that, to accommodate to his size. Then a slow inch further, overcoming any discomfort, letting subtle pain become pleasure. Releasing moans of delight. A slow inch further, and further, to fill her completely, with caution and attention to the sensations.

But that was not the case. Minnie drifted down onto the Hare in one movement. She must have been so wet inside, the Hare’s shaft clearly soothed and satisfied her aches more than caused any. To confirm her suspicion, Minnie’s face turned to rapture, and Minnie screamed out the Hare’s name.

The Hatter ran beside Minnie. “Oh, my love. You look positively stunning!”

He guided her chin with a delicate hand to his face and kissed her full on the lips. Minnie wrapped her arms around the Hatter’s head. Kissed him back with a passion Alice longed for. Minnie eased up off of the Hare, revealing much of his shaft, and impaled herself upon him once more. Her kiss with the Hatter became several deep kisses, one after the other, as she moved up and down the Hare, letting him fill her, again and again.

The naked Hare moaned. He met Minnie’s movements by thrusting up into her as she came down, his hairy chest covered with the rising dew of sweat. He kept right on handling Minnie’s breasts, lifting them, brushing his fingers across her nipples, gently tweaking them.

Minnie broke from the Hatter’s kiss, apparently to enjoy the sensations the Hare triggered at her core. The Hare shoved into her faster. No doubt, he would have no trouble with his climax, but would their exertions be enough for Minnie to have her own? Minnie was properly stuffed with a man’s cock, but she could be penetrated in other places.

To make sure Minnie had an orgasm, Alice looked at the Hatter. He had his pants open, his length in his hand. It was long and narrow. That was good. But she was not so sure the Hatter would be careful enough for what she had in mind.

She stepped to the Hatter, took hold of his cock, and stroked him gently.

“Hatter,” she said, “watch carefully what I do so you know how to do it later with this magnificent tool of yours.”

She kissed his cheek and gave his cock a squeeze before letting it go. She looked at Minnie and the Hare. Minnie sat planted firmly on the Hare, completely filled with his length, and moved her hips back and forth, keeping his full cock inside of her.

“Yes!” Minnie cried out, the open air kissing her body. “Oh, yes!”

The Hare grunted and growled as Minnie used his cock to stir inside of her. He ground his pelvis in circles against her.

Alice took off her panties and placed them on the tea table. The Hatter returned to pumping himself, the others let their moans echo through the tree-sized plants. Alice climbed behind Minnie, knees on either side of the Hare’s thighs. She moved Minnie’s golden hair over to bare the nape of her neck. Kissed her there once, twice, and hugged Minnie from behind. Alice rested her head against Minnie’s neck and shoulder. She placed her hands over the Hare’s, pressing them onto Minnie’s breasts. She squeezed Minnie’s body tight. Holding her. Loving her. She felt Minnie’s warmth through the front of her dress.

“This is the kind of love you deserve,” Alice whispered. “The kind of love every woman deserves.”

Minnie moaned.

Alice squeezed her tight. Minnie leaned her body into Alice, letting Alice hold her. When Minnie leaned her head back onto Alice’s shoulder, Alice kissed Minnie’s neck, tenderly, gently, in the fragile place behind the chin. Minnie sighed and continued to gyrate full with the Hare’s thickness.

She released Minnie. She picked up a teapot beside her. Its spout was long and narrow. Alice ran a finger around the ceramic lip.

“This teapot feels like rubber.” She stroked around the mouth of the spout and felt it get softer, more flexible. She placed the teapot under her dress in front of her waist with the spout poking out her dress. “This teapot is like having my own penis.”

Her waist tingled. The handle of the teapot melted warm into her skin, the back of the teapot collapsed onto her, all until she was left with the spout attached to her waist.

With the dress draping on either side of the spout, allowing the spout to protrude from under her dress, she moved closer to Minnie. She placed her hands on Minnie’s shoulders, and whispered, “Bend over and hug the Hare close to your body.”

As Minnie rested her body down, Alice planted kisses along her spine. Minnie and the Hare kissed each other. The Hare thrust into her. Alice caressed the Hare’s warm sac and traced the line underneath with her finger. It was slick from the juices flowing out of Minnie.

With her other hand, she traced the line on Minnie’s now exposed skin leading to her other entrance. Not as slick, so Alice joined the Hare by putting a finger alongside the Hare’s cock. She pushed her finger inside Minnie’s pussy and felt the underside of the Hare’s cock pushing back and forth against it. The stroking sensation Alice was giving the Hare must have been good for him, for he called out, “Yes!”

By the way Minnie moaned in response, stretching Minnie’s walls with her finger did good things for her, too.

Alice pushed in another.

She twirled her fingers inside Minnie, alongside the Hare’s length, working to get her fingers as wet as possible.

“Incredible,” Minnie cried.

She removed her hand and traced Minnie’s other opening with the moistened pads of her fingers. She placed kisses on Minnie’s lower back and with her other hand clutching Minnie’s bottom, she pushed her open and slid a finger inside.

“Mmm,” Minnie said through her kiss with the Hare, and Minnie clenched tight around her finger.

This isn’t going to be wet enough.

She looked at the spout sticking out of her and said, “This spout is like it has a never-ending supply of delicious, warm tea.”

She placed her hands at the lip of the spout, tilted the spout down, and collected the warm water in her hands. She rubbed the spout with her wet hands and brought the lip to Minnie’s dark entrance. She grabbed hold of Minnie’s fleshy cheeks and opened her to more easily accept this additional penetration. The tip of the spout pushed past Minnie’s clenching hole. Minnie gasped.

“Hatter,” Alice said. “You see how I’m being very slow?”

“Yes.” The Hatter rubbed his cock. “Slowly, slowly.”

Minnie resisted Alice’s penetration. She stopped pushing.

“Help Minnie relax,” she told the Hatter.

The Hatter stood beside Minnie, stroking her hair and whispered words to help her relax. Minnie responded by grabbing the Hatter’s cock and taking him in her lips. The Hatter cried out with shouts of pleasure. Minnie let her mouth drip freely, coating the Hatter with whatever wetness remained in her.

Alice looked at her spout and watched the tea pour in and spill out of Minnie, and when she felt less resistance, she pushed the spout in deeper.

“You’re doing great,” she called out to Minnie.

“Yes,” the Hatter said. “You’re doing great!”

She smiled. The Hatter was referring to something else.

Minnie presented less resistance again, so she pushed in deeper.

Minnie let the Hatter’s shaft fall from her mouth, dripping with saliva, and called out, “More, more!”

Alice glided in and out of Minnie, kneading her ass with her hands. Minnie rested her head on the Hare’s shoulder. Perhaps Minnie was fully concentrating on feeling Alice and the Hare thrust in and out of her. The Hare kissed her wherever he could reach. The Hatter’s slick-coated cock awaited more attention.

Alice said, “Hatter, it’s your turn.”

The Hatter went to Alice.

“Get behind me and kneel like me,” she said.

He placed a knee on either side of the Hare’s legs.

Alice lifted the back of her dress to bare her pussy, and leaned over Minnie.

“Ok, Hatter. Now that you’re behind me, go inside me. Remember how I did it.”

“Slowly, slowly,” he said.

“Right.” She placed her head and hands on Minnie’s back, keeping the spout inside Minnie, and she waited for the Hatter’s tip to penetrate her pussy.

When it did, she opened her eyes wide. He had pushed the head of his cock inside her, alright, but at the wrong opening. She wasn’t expecting to get her ass filled. But oh, it felt so good! The head slid right in having been slick with Minnie’s saliva.

The Hatter leaned over without pushing further and stroked Alice’s hair.

“Lovely,” he said tracing her cheek with his fingertips.

She shivered at his touch. So gentle. So dear. Goosebumps tingled her arms and down her back. At the same time, she felt her core flush with heat. She clenched around the Hatter’s length, wanting him to experience orgasm but seeing no way he could possibly stick that huge thing any deeper. Should she tell him to pull out and prep himself clean for her pussy? No. She didn’t want him to leave. At least, not yet. Having him fill her ass made her throb in places inside of her that she didn’t even know existed.

She hadn’t thought about it before, but perhaps she had never climaxed because she had been pleasing the wrong passage.

She slid a hand down past the spout between her legs and found the nub to stimulate. She rubbed herself with her fingertips, enjoying the new sensation behind her, and relaxed.

And the Hatter pushed deeper.

She wrapped her free arm around Minnie’s torso and held her tight as she rubbed herself faster. That cock felt hot, hot, hot, opening her wide, turning on waves of energy through her body.

The Hatter placed his hands on Alice’s shoulders and massaged them.

“You’re lovely,” he said. “So lovely.”

She rested her fingers at her clit and enjoyed how the Hatter’s hands massaged away the tension in her shoulders.

And the Hatter pushed deeper.

Hot! So hot! Her hand hastened, alternating between rubbing herself and sticking two fingers inside of her. Her two fingers became three when the Hatter pushed his remaining length into her, filling her completely. Right then, she had an immense appreciation for Minnie. There ought to be an award for any girl who can fully take a shaft inside each of her passages, much less just one from behind as she was feeling now.

The Hatter stayed there, keeping her fully stuffed. He leaned over and placed kisses on her back. She clenched around him, relishing his thickness penetrating her.

She closed her eyes. Taking in the moment. She could feel the Hatter’s hands on her shoulders again, kneading out the stiffness there. She could hear Minnie and the Hare kissing each other again. She could smell the lust wafting up from their bodies’ cores. She kissed Minnie’s back and could taste the salty sweat upon her.

“You are so lovely,” the Hatter said.

She pushed her hips forward—enough to ease a bit of the Hatter’s length out of her—then arched back against him. The re-entrance was as fiery as when he first inched that thick cock into her, and just as smooth, thanks to Minnie’s tongue.

She repeated the small movement. Back and forth, controlling the in and out strokes of his cock.

Minnie moaned. Oh, right. Moving her hips forward to relieve herself of the Hatter’s shaft pushed the spout deeper into Minnie.

Alice started up a slow rhythm, moving forward to delve into Minnie, moving back to take more of the Hatter’s lovely cock. She moaned with the rush.

Hot! Hot! Hot! His thickness opened her wide and she rubbed herself with rapid fingertips. The Hare joined the rhythm, thrusting into Minnie as Alice moved out.

“Yes!” Minnie called out. “Faster!”

Alice grabbed hold of Minnie’s waist and thrust inside her tea-filled hole. The Hatter followed suit. The Hatter held her waist and thrust his full length into her, pushing her deeper into Minnie.

“That’s it!” Minnie shouted. “Yes!”

The Hatter focused on a constant shuttling of his long cock. The blissful heat set Alice ablaze. She went back to rubbing her clit as the Hatter did the work, thrusting into Alice, pushing her into Minnie. His strokes shoved into both the women, and they moved together, jolted together, cried out together.

Alice felt connected to Minnie like twins experiencing the same feelings. She slid her free hand down Minnie’s arm, found Minnie’s hand, and clasped tight. Together they held hands, and the Hatter thrust into them, drove into them, filling them. The Hare kissed Minnie deeply.

Alice understood the love the Hare had for Minnie because Alice, too, wanted to make sure Minnie felt the loving orgasm she so deserved.

The Hatter throbbing in her dark channel. He was close.

And that was all due to me. Lovely Alice. The Hatter feels this way because of me.

“Oh!” cried Minnie. “I think I’m going to explode!”

“Me too!” the Hare said.

“Yes.” Alice smiled. “That’s an orgasm. Let it happen.”

Minnie cried out and the Hare cried out at the same time.

Their beautiful bodies tensed, shook, and shuddered, and she rammed three fingers deep inside herself.

Her walls pulse around her fingers. She squeezed her eyes shut. She screamed. Her muscles tensed. She clenched around the Hatter’s cock. All her nerves erupted. She had visions of fire sparks bursting, green and blue, red and orange. The Hatter thrust and pinned his waist against hers, and his seed filled deep within her uncharted passage.

And Alice realized she was wrong. Orgasms do come in different colors.

She opened her eyes, head spinning and dizzy. And soon she felt the table at her knees, the cool air blowing against her legs and face, and the heat of Minnie at her chest and the Hatter softening within her.

The four of them stayed still, all of them connected. All of them one. Her legs felt wobbly. She had to rest on Minnie’s back. The Hatter lay on top of Alice. She felt the weight of his love. It made the love feel solid. Real.

“Okay,” Minnie said. “I’m getting squished.”

The Hatter climbed off the table, and Alice carefully pulled out of Minnie, backing up on the table.

The Hatter caressed Alice’s face and said, “Lovely. Thank you.”

She smiled and kissed his cheek.

Minnie and the Hare held each other. The Hatter went to their side. When they saw him, they each reached out an arm to him. The Hatter put his head close to theirs to hug them as best as he could.

I believe I actually had an orgasm. Maybe that was all it took, to be penetrated in that untouched passage.

She took the spout in her hands and said, “This is like a regular, ceramic teapot.”

Her waist tingled and the teapot separated itself from her. She set it on the table, climbed off, and put her underwear back on. It was time to move on.

She turned to wish her friends goodbye, but Minnie had turned herself around, lying with her back on the Hare, and now had the Hatter on top of her in her arms. They were in a sweet embrace, in their own world. Better not to disturb them.

She wandered towards the forest.

Wow, I actually had an orgasm.

Since she could climax, she wasn’t a freak after all. She could, in fact, love a man as much as any other girl. And just wait until Carol heard about her successful orgasm!

Alice giggled. “I feel like I’m walking on air!”

Her giggles turned to laughter as she floated above the ground, the earth no longer pinching her feet. She scampered toward the forest of plants letting the puffs of air at her feet lead the way.

EXCERPT FROM “Alice’s Salacious Adventures in Wonderland”

#sexy story time #sexy stories #writers on tumblr #long reads #fairytale smut #smut #smutty #threes0me #er0tica #excerpts #alice in wonderland #fairy tales #fairytale #mad tea party

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y2jiz · 2 months

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How many followers your acc is beautiful

currently at 290 fllwrs!! I DESERVE MORE 👹👹/j we're so close to 300 tho omh 💪💪 #supaproud n tysm angel!! 💞

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hopemakesstuff · 1 year

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Over My Head - Chapter 1 (rewritten)

So, as some of you may know, today marks the 11th anniversary for the Japanese release of Fire Emblem Awakening. I also fairly recently reached a funny little milestone of over 666 kudos on the very first fic I ever posted to Ao3 — an Awakening AU called “Over My Head,” in which Robin is a giant. :P

I’ve unfortunately never actually gotten around to finishing OMH, but it remains my longest fic posted thus far, and it’s always held a special place in my heart for a number of reasons.

BUT

Today I thought I’d share a rewritten version of the first chapter that I did a few months ago (that I also plan on replacing the original chapter 1 with over on Ao3)

“Chrom, we have to do something.”

“Well, what do you propose we do?”

“I… I don’t know. But we can’t just leave her there like that… right?”

He sighed. Lissa was right.

The blue-haired prince turned his attention back toward the individual his sister had been referring to. Of all the things they could’ve found in the middle of this field, this certainly wasn’t something he ever expected. Until now, he didn’t even believe that such things existed outside of fairytales.

A giant. There was an honest-to-gods giant woman lying unconscious a couple yards ahead of them.

She had long white hair tied into loose pigtails, and she wore a long black cloak decorated with purple and gold markings. The designs vaguely reminded him of the garb typically worn by Plegian mages, but that was hardly the most prominent feature on his mind at the moment.

Although the woman was currently laying on her side, Chrom guessed that she must’ve been a good fifty or sixty feet tall. Aside from that major detail, she looked entirely human. Chrom would dare say she even looked… Honestly, she looked rather beautiful.

The Ylissean prince didn’t think he’d ever felt so conflicted before. While he agreed with Lissa’s assertion, he also feared for her safety. He didn’t want to put his sister in any unnecessary danger, and even though the woman seemed to be asleep, there was no telling what she might do if they woke her up. Hell, she could even easily hurt them by accident while she was sleeping.

“I think it might be best if we wait for Frederick to—” Chrom started, turning to look down at Lissa. Only to find that she was already bounding off closer to the sleeping giant. “Lissa, wait! Don’t—” Another heavy sigh slipped past his lips before he followed after her.

Closing the distance only served to make their vast difference in size even more obvious. Each steady breath the woman took was like a gentle breeze. Occasionally, fingers almost as long as Chrom was tall twitched the faintest bit.

However, they both stopped dead in their tracks as the giant began to stir.

Her eyes fluttered open, revealing that her irises were a stormy gray. Her gaze seemed… unfocused. Groggy, like she wasn’t fully awake yet.

She let out what probably would’ve been a soft groan, had she not been so unfathomably tall. While far from deafening, it certainly wasn’t quiet either.

Almost instinctively, Chrom’s hand found its way to Falchion’s hilt. He spared Lissa a quick glance before returning his full attention to the woman.

“Get behind me.” His words were soft yet stern, trying not to show any fear.

For once, he didn’t have to tell her twice. Even though they both knew that there was very little he could actually do, Lissa would’ve been lying if she said she didn’t feel at least a tiny bit safer with Chrom standing between her and this massive stranger.

The woman sat up slowly. It was almost like seeing a fallen tree spring back to life. Her palms left noticeable divots in the ground as she used them for support.

She then moved to rub the sleep from her eyes as she looked around the immediate vicinity. Given her size, it wasn’t hard to notice when grogginess shifted into confusion.

Her eyes eventually landed on Chrom and Lissa. Confusion quickly paired up with surprise.

They all just stared at each other for what felt like hours. None of them dared to move. The two siblings scarcely even wanted to breathe.

Until the giant decided to break the stillness. One massive hand started to hover closer to them. It almost seemed cautious. Hesitant, even.

But as soon as her fingertips brushed against his shoulder, Chrom couldn’t stand idle any longer.

Fearing that she was about to grab him—or worse—he drew Falchion from its scabbard in the blink of an eye, slashing out in front of him. Lissa whimpered and snapped her eyes shut.

The blade met flesh, although the wound left behind might as well have been a simple paper cut by comparison. Even so, the woman flinched and yanked her hand back.

She almost seemed entranced as she watched a thin trail of blood form on each finger, eventually dripping down onto the ground.

A few seconds passed before she looked back down at Chrom and Lissa.

“I… I’m sorry. I just… I wasn’t sure if you were actually real,” she murmured. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

Her words sounded so sincere that Chrom was almost immediately hit with a wave of guilt. They also made him realize just how gentle her touch had actually been.

“N-No! Not at all!” he stammered, lowering his sword. “If anything, I should be the one apologizing to you.”

“Oh, no, you don’t have to apologize either,” she insisted. “I shouldn’t have touched you like that.”

Her actions made plenty of sense, though, the more Chrom thought about it. She’d been just as shocked to see them as they had been to see her. He probably would’ve done the exact same thing if he’d woken up to a pair of tiny people staring at him.

“Let me introduce myself at least,” he said, opting to change the subject. “My name is Chrom, and this is my sister, Lissa.”

The young blonde gave a somewhat awkward wave before she tentatively stepped out from behind her brother. Much like Chrom, Lissa found herself feeling quite a bit braver after hearing the woman speak such kind, considerate words.

“Do you have—er, that is, what’s your name?” Chrom asked.

“My… My name? My name is… um. Robin?” the woman replied, although Chrom was surprised by how uncertain she sounded. She then took a moment to look around the area again before she continued. “It’s nice to meet both of you, but… Where am I? And… Why are you so small? N-No offense.”

Gods, she’s just full of surprises isn’t she? Chrom thought. “Well, my sister and I found you here in this field. We’re just a couple miles south of Southtown, in the halidom of Ylisse,” he explained to her.

“And we’re not small,” Lissa added. “I mean, I guess we are compared to you, but you’re the one who’s a giant!”

Chrom couldn’t help but wince at his sister’s blunt choice of words. Luckily, Robin didn’t seem upset by the phrasing; just confused.

She looked around a third time, really taking in the landscape. It was only then that she noticed how everything was proportioned much more for someone of Chrom and Lissa’s stature.

“Um… mmm…” she stuttered, almost struggling to find her words. “I don’t… I don’t think I’m supposed to be like this?”

“Wait, Robin, are you saying you used to be normal-sized?” Lissa clarified.

“I… I’m not sure,” the white-haired woman admitted.

“Wh—How can you not be sure?” Chrom asked. He didn’t sound mad or annoyed, just… shocked, more than anything.

“My memories are. Um. A bit hazy,” she explained. “Or… Maybe more than ‘a bit.’”

With deliberate slowness, Robin started reaching up to put her hand to her forehead, as if she was getting a headache. Only to pause when she realized she was about to use her injured hand, which was still bleeding. She promptly switched to use her other one instead.

Chrom made a mental note of the strange design branded on the back of it; purple markings that resembled six eyes interwoven together.

Meanwhile, Lissa took a few steps forward. “I… I could heal that for you. If you want?” She used her staff to point at the cut across the giant’s fingertips.

“Oh. Yes, please. I would appreciate that a lot,” Robin replied. “Should I… Do you want me to put my hand closer to you, or would you rather move closer to me?”

“Um. Well. I guess I can come closer?” the young blonde said. “Just, er. Try to keep your hand still, alright?”

Robin nodded. “Alright.”

With that confirmation given, Lissa walked all the way up to the giant’s waiting hand.

Chrom couldn’t help but feel apprehensive as he watched Lissa close the distance at a tentative pace. He wasn’t about to raise any objections, especially since it was his fault Robin had gotten injured in the first place, but that wouldn’t change how protective he could be of his little sister.

Once she was close enough, Lissa knelt down and held her staff out in front of her, keeping it right above Robin’s fingers.

From there, the cleric quietly recited a healing incantation. The jewel on the end of the staff gradually started to glow a dull blue in response to her words, growing brighter and brighter the longer she spoke.

After a few seconds, the cuts began to glow as well.

Robin looked rather enamored as she watched Lissa work, awestruck by how quickly her skin was healing itself.

Although… Lissa herself was somewhat confused. By the time she was done, all that remained was a scar, but… with such a small cut—well, small for someone Robin’s size—she would’ve expected it to heal completely, with no trace left behind.

Maybe it only matters that the wound is still pretty big for us? Lissa thought.

Spurred on by that confusion, the cleric absentmindedly reached out and ran a hand along the scar.

No matter how hard Robin tried to keep still, she couldn’t stop her own hand from reflexively twitching in response to such a delicate touch. The sudden movement startled Lissa quite a bit, but not enough to make her pull away. If anything, she couldn’t help but marvel at how surreal it felt. Her entire hand barely even covered the tip of Robin’s finger.

“Is… Is everything alright?” Robin asked after a few seconds passed.

A part of her almost didn’t want to speak up, fearing that she would ruin the moment. At that point, she probably felt the exact same way as Lissa; equally mesmerized by the sensation of the other girl’s much smaller hand resting against her skin.

“Oh! Yeah, sorry!” Lissa quickly stood up after that, taking a few steps back so she didn’t have to crane her neck as much. “I got a little distracted there,” she admitted somewhat sheepishly.

A subtle smile graced Robin’s lips in response. “That’s okay. I did, too.”

Meanwhile, once his sister wasn’t standing quite so close to Robin anymore, Chrom let out the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. Seeing the look on Robin’s face just then almost made him feel foolish for even worrying in the first place.

“So… I’m assuming you don’t know how you ended up here?” he eventually wondered.

Robin shook her head. “No, I don’t—I’m sorry.”

Chrom almost wanted to object and tell her she didn’t need to apologize again, but he ultimately decided against it.

“Maybe we can help you figure it out,” Lissa offered. “And help you figure out how to get back to normal, too!”

Robin looked more than a little surprised. “R-Really? You’d do that for me?”

“Of course! Us Shepherds always help people in need. Right, Chrom?”

Chrom winced a bit. “Lissa, I’m not sure if we can help,” he said somewhat softly. Not quite a whisper, but not a normal volume either. “She can’t exactly travel with us to the capital without causing a panic.”

“Well, what else are we supposed to do? Just leave her alone in this field?” Lissa countered. “She doesn’t even remember how she got here!”

“I know, but…”

Chrom heaved his third heavy sigh of the day as he closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. Lissa was right. Again.

No matter how conflicted he felt about this whole situation, his conscience would never allow him to abandon this woman.

…Even if helping her seemed nearly impossible.

“Alright, alright,” he conceded. Turning to look at Robin, he raised his voice enough for her to hear him. “We… We’ll have to figure things out as we go, but Lissa and I will do everything we can to help you.”

Frederick is going to kill us.

Thanks for reading! If you’d like to see more, here’s a link to chapter 2! Just keep in mind that the writing style will be quite a bit different for the rest of the story, though, since all the other chapters are about 5 to 6 years old. 😅

#my writing #fire emblem #fire emblem awakening #g/t #robin #chrom #chrobin #fe chrom #fe robin #over my head #fe13 #fe g/t

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kazehita · 3 months

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Coming off of anon to reply to this- YES. Marigolds is so so beautiful and I absolutely adore it and the storytelling is amazing. I'm in love with it. I was just browsing the Marigolds art channel in the server and went wait... You... I follow you for HC art.. WHAT IS THIS

Handshaking you back because In Stars and Time is on my list!!! I haven't gotten round to it yet, slightly busy, but YES I did not expect this overlap at all lmao

This is the funniest most wholesome overlap I've ever found thank you

omh hiiiii so lovely to see you face to face1!! Gosh marigolds is so soooo good and for what!!! THAT'S SO FUNNY HAHA I actually had plans to make a marigolds animatic, i even made a few stills for it.. I didn't have the technical skills to pull off what I wanted though, at the time. Maybe I could try again ....! Sometime!!!!! OH GOSH YESSSSSS Please, when your busyness is reduced, give it a shot!! Ugh its soooo good. Love it to bits. And no you!!! Overlap like this is so rare JSLKDFL

#asks #melodiclune #chatting on the dash

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hoonieeverse · 1 year

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♡ CUTEST PERSON AWARD ♡ Once you are given this award you're supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. if you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out ♡

OMH WJSBHEJWJD I LOBE YOUU😭🫶

#j.w!!#hoonieeverse

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seasireins · 1 year

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my feet hurt like but txt are beautiful in person omh

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miikoissant · 10 months

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Omh Finland and Sealand 🥰🥰

Sauce: Hetalia The Beautiful World episode 13

#they look so cute ngl #hetalia #aph finland #hws finland #aph sealand #hws sealand

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junniieesbby · 11 months

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angie, i am flattered by your compliment. pretty words from a pretty girl ~

of course, we all yearn for progress. as long as you are consistent and give it your all, i know you will see the results you wish for. i am happy to see that the txt and jonas brothers collab is building a lot of buzz. the excitement grows within me the closer we get to it’s release date ~

my sleep was quite good, thank you for your hopes. i wish you had a good nights sleep as well ~

people who have the nerve to down play the hard work of others must be able to produce something far better. otherwise, they should learn to keep their mouths shut, especially when the song has not even been released in its entirety. the title “moa” should be bestowed upon those who care for all 5 members of the group and support them in all of their endeavors. if they do not fall into those two simple categories, i fear they have been mislabeling themselves for far too long. excuse my hospitality, but i do not take to the disrespect of txt lightly.

i really hope to give my most sincere gratitude to those who worked on tinnitus. the choreographer, the producer, the lyricists, the composers and txt ofc.

i agree, i love all of the members, but the choi line in particular has a certain hold over me that i cannot seem to shake… however, i bear no complaints being in the presence of hot men…

i am glad to hear it. thank you for your words of reassurance, angie. we will talk soon ~

signed, 🩻

Pretty girl?

that is all you though <33

I will work super hard to see this progress.

I am so delighted to hear that your sleep was good. That is very important. I hope your day is going well so far!

Mine wasn't bad I slept at 4:00 Am, but that is nothing new lol. I was watching this anime and forgot the time.

People really test my limits. I can be nice but I draw the line when it comes to people I love (idc that they don't know me ) I will still defend them. How you going to hate on someone and yet have a black screen as your pfp? Numbers as your user name and no posts or followers? Make it make sense. People who are solo stans or who only like 2-3 members of the group really piss me off. It is more than okay to have a bias and to talk about them, but when see people comment "I don't really like this member that much but this member is hot" Yeah no we not doing that. You and me both bonbon! TXT is very special to me and I can't stand when people hate on them.

That song is one of a kind omh. I will assume that you heard the demo version. The song in korean was a hit, the choreography was beautiful. Everything about it was insane. Imagine them singing the demo version tho. wow 🤩

Speaking of the members wha was the first thing that caught your attention and which member was it related to?

No need to thank me beautiful. I truly do mean it. Also not sure if you noticed but I was being accused as you this morning. It was really funny. But I had to tell them that although we are so similar It wasn't me. You have very beautiful words to say and I didn't want that focus to be put on me when it was all you.

Talk to you soon bonbon 🫶🏼

#🩻anon

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astroyongie · 2 years

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Is it “show our cats to Yongie” day??

This is one of my 6 demon guardians and designated remote hoarder, Chauve-souris 😭💕