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itjazzbicch · 2 years

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Brute Feelings

Pairing: Ridge Holland x Fem Reader

Summary: Based on Pretty Please;

While having a playful, intimate relationship, the feelings Ridge and the reader have for one another grow stronger and some of their actions earns Sheamus’s attention and when the reader hears him asking Ridge while she’s not around makes her nervous for a change…

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY!)

Word Count: 2.8k

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I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF:

Ridge may have taught me a lesson after what happened in our pub, but I was still the crazy girl I was. I even did some things on purpose just to earn a ‘punishment.”

One thing that I was beginning to notice was how it was bringing us closer together too and with work getting heavy, major opportunities coming our way, Ridge, Sheamus and most importantly myself, were in the zone and supporting one another.

Sheamus had what seemed like a war with Gunther and now, it was my turn in the spotlight. It had to be one of the most challenging matches I’ve ever had, a fatal five way match with some of the best women’s wrestlers, including Ronda Rousey.

From beginning to finish, I never stopped fighting and luck was on my side. Ronda thought she had Natalya beat while setting up her arm bar, not getting her to tap just yet. Natalya was reaching for the ropes and Ronda had no choice but to stand so she could try to drag her back and the moment she did, I sent her into the ropes, so that Natalya rolled out to the floor and I yanked Ronda by the hips, rolling back and sitting across her legs while also creating a bridge to the mat, all of my body weight on her and it got me the win.

Not many women here have beaten Ronda and now I was one of them, jumping for joy and shaking like crazy at the crowds roar, smiling more when Sheamus and Ridge made they way down.

“Ridgey!” I jumped straight into his arms the moment he stood up, his smile showing me how proud he was, holding his face in my hands, and I was about to kiss him till I remembered where we were, dodging his lips and hugging his head instead, trying to act normal when I kicked my feet with my fist in the air, “I did it!”

“Next stop is that title,” He smiled back, letting me down as Sheamus came over to hug me next, giving him a good squeeze to try and keep the excitement that I had before I realized that I was about to kiss Ridge in the ring meanwhile no one knew about us, not even Sheamus.

“We’re proud of ya, girl,” Sheamus made sure to squeeze me back, ruffling my hair and laughing before we made our way out of the ring.

They both were truly great friends, rushing to the back so I could get changed and we could go out to a pub for a little celebration. It was one of the best nights we had in quite a while. We got a good bit of rounds, some food and before we left, I let them go get the car while I went to the ladies room.

Before walking out of the entrance, I was looking through my wallet for my hotel room key when I heard Sheamus’s voice:

“So, Ridgey, I’ve been meaning to ask you something.”

I wasn’t sure if this was any of my business, but I was curious, staying inside to listen to him ask Ridge:

“Is there something going on between ya and Y/N that you’re not telling me about?”

Even though I was all alone and they didn’t notice me at all, I stayed as still as a statue, growing more nervous, maybe he noticed Ridge and I’s behavior sometimes?

“What makes you think that?” Ridge asked back, sounding very calm; couldn’t have been me.

“Because, after she won and jumped onto ya, I thought she was gonna kiss ya. That’s not like her.”

Damn it, Sheamus truly knew me well. I didn’t know what to think, let alone do or say anything if I walked out there, hoping Ridge would kill this:

“Even though she acts like a wild animal half the time, she appreciates us and this is her first time getting a title shot. I’m sure she was just overly excited.”

“Maybe, she has her moments every now and again,” Sheamus seemed to accept that answer and I couldn’t stand there being as anxious as I was, acting happy like I was right before we closed up shop, pretending to skip out to them:

“We ready to go, lads?”

Sheamus held up the keys, smiling at me and heading over to the car. I’m glad it was dark in the backseat of the car, being with both of them after hearing that had my leg shaking, I started over thinking, but once we were in the elevator of the hotel and Sheamus got off at his floor first, I felt a little better.

I couldn’t ignore all of these feelings and after all, it seemed that they didn’t notice that I was there, and Ridge was the one I had to discuss this with.

“Hey, Ridgey?” I asked him quietly as the elevator doors closed, staring at the floor, but could feel his eyes on me:

“Yeah?”

I began fidgeting with my hands from the nervousness coming back again, swallowing it down to ask him, “I’m not causing any issues between you and Sheamus, am I?”

“No, of course not!” He said quickly, I’m sure it was shocking for him to see me so shy and quiet, “What makes you think that?”

“I heard what he asked you,” Finally, I picked up my head to look him in the eyes and just as I thought, he had no clue, the shock in his eyes expressing that, “And I couldn’t tell if he was suspicious of us in a bad way, or just curious. I’m sorry that I almost kissed you out there. I was just so happy.”

It wasn’t like me to ever apologize, Ridge staring at me as if he never heard me say those words before, he probably hasn’t truthfully, but he still brightened my mood when he took my hand:

“Don’t be sorry. You had every right to be happy like that and honestly, I planned on kissing you back. The whole thing with Sheamus? I’m sure he just finds it weird because you’re always just so-“

He was trying his best to find the right words, but I went ahead and said for him, “Crazy? It’s okay to say it.”

“Yeah, crazy,” He laughed softly, “But that’s alright. I think you’re perfect the way you are, even if you can be such a handful.”

“Figuratively or physical?” I joked, snickering when he rolled his eyes at me, laughing more he pulled me into his arms and threw me over his shoulder like he always does, stepping out of the elevator:

“Hope you like sleepovers.”

“Only with you,” I was smiling, kicking my feet and stole his hat to play with while he opened the door and the moment he stepped in, I used my speed to slide down in front of him, locking my legs around his waist to keep myself from falling, pulling his head to mine to kiss him.

“Can’t even let me get in the door?” He was always poking at me, but right now wasn’t the time for that, growling against his lips:

“I’ve been waiting all night to kiss you and you know I’m not patient.”

“I know, surprised you could behave for this long,” He chuckled, wrapping his arms around me while saying softly, “But don’t worry, tonight is about you.”

“About me?” Those words made the little devil on my shoulder dance, smiling more as he laid me on the bed, throwing his shirt off and reassuring:

“You.”

“So…” My mind was really getting lost in all of my dirty thoughts, biting my lip while staring at those massive arms and chest of his, “I don’t have to ask or say please? Just do what I want?”

“All bets are off, baby girl,” He winked, coming down to kiss me again, not expecting to be thrown on his back as I laughed:

“Well, tonight is really my lucky night.”

I jumped right on top of him and started grinding against his hard on, gladly giving him a kiss like he wanted, but letting them turn into soft bites while working down to his neck, able to feel his pulse growing, getting a spank and small warning:

“You better not be leaving marks all over me.”

“You’ve done the same to me. There’s a great thing called makeup,” I made sure to leave a dark one just for that, purring in his ear softly, “Besides, you keep lifting your head higher so I can keep doing it. You like it.”

Instead of answering me, he spanked me again and that time it really fired me up, standing up over him in bed, stripping out of my clothes and that’s when I got an idea, hinting as I placed a foot above his arms near the pillows, humming:

“Hmm, what shall I do next?”

“Well, you have two places to sit,” He quickly kicked off his boxers, having me look down briefly at his hand stroking his cock softly, knowing that made me even crazier than I already was, then licking his lips.

He always took the chance to work me, now this was my chance, smirking at him, “I wouldn’t want to wear you down too quick just yet, so-“

Taking another step towards his head, he was on it quicker than me, taking my thighs and pulling me down to sit on his face with a growl, “Takes a lot to wear me down.”

“Shhhh,” I gasped softly, playing with his hair at first while his tongue was at my clit, unable to help the slight rock in my hips when he started sucking next, turning my slight gasps into moans, “R-Ridgey-“

It didn’t take long for my body to reach its first struggling, forehead against the wall and trying to control the trembles, but of course he didn’t make that easy for me, giving me a spank so hard that I squealed, then hooking his arms around my thigh with his incredible strength, and still keeping my hips and legs shaking hard, keeping my body rocking.

Even with his face buried in my soaked cunt, I could see that he was smiling, my body giving off all of the signals that my orgasm was coming, stopped trying to fight the shakes and jolts, going right ahead and grinding against his face quicker than before.

“You just want me to suffocate you, huh?!” I didn’t realize how loud I was, unknowingly pounding my fists against the wall, nearly crying at how hard he was sucking my clit this time, squeezing his head with my thighs as hard as I could.

He still managed to laugh at me under there, panting so hard and my eyes were blurry a bit when I opened them a little, crying out,”Fucking hell, Ridgey! Oh my-, Oh my go-“

Not even for a second, he didn’t let up during my orgasm, and I may have been a soaked, shaking mess, I wasn’t out just yet.

“You alright?” He watched me carefully as I rose up on my knees slowly, still being proud of himself, “That made you really loud.”

“I’m just fine,” I flashed a quick look through my hair when our first time came to mind, how he edged me and had me begging.

“I know that look-“ For a change, that was a good thing to say. He instantly knew that I was ready to pounce, smirking while I slid back, squatting before sitting on his cock slowly.

It was harder to fight the wired nerves than I thought, but I was still capable. Poor Ridgey, he surely wasn’t prepared for my sudden burst of quickness, making sure he got to hear the sweetest moans of mine that turned him on, taking every inch of his cock with every bounce, as quickly as I could for as long as I could, till I fell to my knees.

“I see what you’re doing,” Leaning down to leave marks along his chest while winding my hips, things started to click in his mind, but I played dumb:

“What? I’m just enjoying you. My legs can only handle so much.”

“Liar,” He huffed, being playful and this time, I showed him that he was right, sitting back up and fixing myself into the squatting position again:

“Well, you did tell me that all bets were off. So, you afraid to moan or something?”

This time I had his eyes shut tight and his lip trapped in his teeth, bouncing harder this time too, adding a rocking motion along with it, and even when my knees gave way again, reaching another orgasm, I still kept rocking my hips, noticing how he was panting and his cheeks were red.

“Bet all of that speed going down to nothing drives you crazy, huh?” I left some kisses at his neck again before whispering in his ear, lifting my hips to bounce a few times then grinding down to a slow pace.

“You wanna see crazy?” It was a quiet breath, but I heard it, giggling as I settled, whispering back:

“Give me all you got.”

That moment, I finally realized that Ridge never showed me his crazy side, moving so quickly that I was just suddenly on my back, a single thrust sending the bed against the wall and getting me to scream, his speed outdoing mine.

There were so much power in his hips that I thought he was going to break me into the bed, a pinch in my lower core when he pushed my legs back with them against his chest and when I went to hold his head, he took my wrists, pinning them down with no chance of breaking his strength.

“R-Ridge-y” They called him Ridge The Fridge for a reason, I was starting to feel that weight of pure muscle on top of another orgasm coming like a storm, all of it knocking the air out of me, not able to finish.

“What? Can’t handle it?” He kept his nose against mine, about folding me in half and kept me so senseless that all I could do was whine, walls so clenched around his cock that the friction made me ache.

“I’m about to cum so hard!” I said it as quickly as I could, as it was happening rather, crying again at how overloaded my nerves were, woozy in the mind from all of the pleasure smacking me like a train.

Letting my arms and legs go, I still latched around him, hugging him super tight, feeling his cock throbbing with the last thrusts he had, gasping and making whatever noise felt right at the kisses he left along my neck to help me relax, his cock buried deep and his seed flooding.

“Just know, I’m not leaving this bed until I have no choice,” I chuckled softly before dropping limp, smiling at his laugh too:

“Well, your human body pillow is here, so don’t worry.”

“Good,” I smiled to him, “I know that I’m going to get a good nights sleep.”

After getting cleaned up and stealing one of his t-shirts to sleep in, I was out like a light and slept for what felt like a week, but with my eyes closed, still in a slumber, a pout formed on my face when I no longer felt Ridge’s chest that I was resting my head on.

“Ridgeyy,” I pouted sleepily, my arm still numb when I rose it a little, “Come back.”

“I’ll be right back, baby girl,” I heard from what seemed like a distance, rubbing my eyes and thankfully, it was still dark in the room, but there was a light that my tired eye focused on.

It was the door and I noticed it was open with Sheamus standing there, Ridge answering meanwhile he was still in just his shorts.

“Oh, hey Sheamy,” I yawned softly, then realized what I said, forgetting about last night.

His face was priceless at least, looking to me, then Ridge, the mess of the room. Ridge noticed the same thing I did, but before anything could be said, Sheamus, face and voice still tired, turned and walked away:

“I don’t even want to know what happened in there.”

I had to laugh at that, Ridge shutting the door and looking at the positive side, “Well, we don’t have to explain anything to him anymore.”

“Yeah, I think he took the hint,” I giggled sleepily, cuddling back up to him as he returned to me, “You’re all mine, now.”

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readingandwritingandreading · 1 year

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The Day Before You ~ Part 6

My Blurb: It’s getting hot in here!! Special thanks to @pioched & @sirhunterwalker for their help with this one. As always if you didn’t write it don’t post it anywhere. And if someone else is interested in being added to my lil tag list feel free to message me!

Disclaimer: Alas, I own nothing.

Summary: Forced into an awkward dance with a stranger at Sheamus’s wedding, Ridge doesn’t think he’ll ever see her again until she turns up at a show a few months later with Sheamus’s wife and he gets a second chance.

Pairing: Ridge Holland x OFC Lyssa Hutchinson

Warnings: Sex, lots of sex, this is porn with a little bit of plot. You probably saw that coming based on the previous chapter

Tagging: @pioched @snarkandsarcasmftw @pikapuff-316 @moxskitten

Read First: The Day Before You Masterlist

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The muscle in Ridge’s jaw was pulsing as he stared at me. A slow perusal of my body that had me stepping out of the dress at my feet and walking towards him. I hooked my fingers in his belt loop and tugged. He didn’t resist, closing the distance between us and bringing one hand to my face. I took the opportunity to run my hands from his belt loops up his abdomen under his shirt, feeling the muscles twitch beneath my fingers.

He groaned and then kissed me, the hand on my face sliding to my neck to pull me closer to him, the other running down my bare side to grab my hip. My arms slid around to his back pulling him just as fiercely. It was different than any kissing we had done before, more passionate, more hungry and I think our tongues were actually doing the “fighting for dominance” thing I'd only read about in cheesy romance novels. My hands somehow got back between us and started working the buttons of his shirt open. He grumbled when we broke apart long enough to tug it over his head, my bra followed, both being thrown somewhere in the room.

He immediately pulled me back to him and I whimpered at the contact against my bare skin. His hands slid down, grabbing my ass and hoisting me up his body. I immediately wrapped my legs around his waist, peppering kisses across his neck and jaw while he carried me towards the bed. I was rewarded with a rumble in his chest when I ground myself against him and nipped his ear with my teeth.

I squealed when he tossed me on the bed, immediately following me down, spreading my legs so he could settle between my thighs, claiming my lips in another bruising kiss. He held himself up on his arms but I pulled him down with my arms around his back, relishing his weight and warmth against me.

His mouth grew more insistent as it left mine, kissing and licking a trail across my jaw and down my neck. I made a noise somewhere between a moan and a whine when he reached my nipple, one arm snuck around my arched back to give him better access while the other tweaked the nipple not being tormented by his mouth.

He chuckled when he switched sides causing me to whimper again. His mouth moved lower, licking the freckle on my hip bone before capturing my mouth again. His hand toyed with the band of my thong and he pulled back, looking me in the eye. “You’re sure?”

His voice was husky, eyes were almost black, pupils blown wide with desire and I could feel his hard length against my stomach. “If I have to spend one more night with my vibrator I’m going to explode.” I bucked my hips against him to emphasize my words.

He grinned, mouth once again venturing down to my hip bone, “Do you know how long I've wanted to run my tongue over these?” He licked the freckles slowly before blowing on the spot gently, causing a shiver to run through me. I whimpered in response when he kissed across my lower abdomen, directly above my panty line. He sat up on his knees then, grabbing my hips and pulling me to the edge of the bed. With a grin he ripped my thong like it was paper, tossing it over his shoulder.

“Ridge!” It was supposed to come out accusatory but the gleam in his eye as he trailed his hand down my thigh had it sounding more like a plea. He stood, quickly pulling his pants off, eyes never leaving my body. My eyes were glued to his as well, I had seen him in his ring gear but they were more concealing than the tight gray boxer briefs that were barely containing his erection.

Leaning over me he brushed a kiss to my knee before leaving a trail of wet kisses down my thigh, an irritated sigh escaping me when he moved to the other thigh, completely passing over my core, and left a trail up to my knee. Sinking down to his knees his hands slid around my thighs, holding me in place when he licked a stripe up my slit. I gasped, leaning up on my elbows, watching as he did it again, deeper this time and ending with a circle round my clit. I was lost after that, i’d never had a boyfriend willing to go down on me before and then Ridge dove in like a man starved. The coil in my belly began building as I writhed and moaned under him, he slowly slid a finger into my heat and that was my undoing. The coil snapped and I dropped to the bed as my orgasm washed over me.

Ridge coaxed me through it, his finger continuing its movement when he leaned up to capture my lips. “So wet and responsive for me,” he swallowed my whimper when he added another finger. “Taste better than I ever dreamed,” his voice was gravel and it sent more pleasure coursing through me as he pumped his fingers faster, thumb reaching up to circle my clit. I whined his name, digging my fingers into his back and arm as he brought me to climax again.

“You’re beautiful when you fall apart.” Ridge’s voice whispered near my ear and I opened my eyes to find him staring down at me. I smiled, sitting up and wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him into a kiss.

I made my way to my knees, pushing him back as I went. I slid one hand down his front reaching the prominent bulge and giving it a gentle squeeze. “My turn.”

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I let Lyssa push me to my back watching the mischievous grin on her face. Her hand squeezed me again and I groaned, lifting my hips and helping her pull the boxers off. Settling herself between my legs she kept her eyes on mine as her tongue licked up my shaft, teasing the head before her mouth closed around it.

It took all my resolve to not thrust straight down her throat when she hollowed her cheeks and slowly engulfed me in the warmth of her mouth, but I held myself still, allowing her to take the lead. With each bob of her head she took a little more, her hand stroking what wasn’t captured between her lips.

Unable to resist touching her any longer I pulled her hair into a rough ponytail to give me a better view. A slight bit of pressure and she took me deeper, I threw my head back with a grunt but quickly turned back to the image of her pretty mouth around my cock. It was too good of a view to waste, especially when she looked up and shot me a wink.

My dick popped out of her mouth and she grinned, running her hand up and down my length several times before another torturous lick along my entire length. Her hand shifted to my balls when she took all of me in her mouth again, watching me while my eyes were glued to her mouth.

I was close to losing control and when she lifted her head again, grinning at me I growled, reaching down and pulling her up. “As good as that feels, it’s not where i’m coming tonight.” She pouted in response, grinding down on me and I yanked her into a harsher kiss before flipping us over so I was towering over her again.

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I had never been eager to give up control or be dominated during sex but something about the way Ridge easily maneuvered me around had released a powerful yearning that I didn’t want to end. My breath was coming in short pants and the smoldering hunger in his eyes as he settled himself between my legs wasn’t helping. I was willing to give him full control. Lining himself up he kissed me and I wrapped my legs around him urging him forward. We both groaned when he entered, slowly sliding his thick length into me.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he muttered against my neck, holding himself still above me, giving me time to adjust.

“I think..” I panted, “it’s actually just you being big.” I turned my head, pressing kisses to his neck.

I felt the chuckle loosen his body, my grin evaporating when he slid out slightly and then slammed back in making me gasp. He leaned up to capture my mouth again, repeating the motion but drawing out further each time until I was a mewling mess beneath him. “You take me so well, cor meum.” I whined when his head dropped to my chest, capturing a nipple and sucking hard causing another orgasm to crash through me. My heels dug into his back pulling him close as he slowed his thrusts, rocking into me gently as I spasmed around him. He was whispering encouragement and praises in my ear but I could barely hear him over the haze of pleasure clouding my head.

He shifted then, picking up his pace again, one hand holding my hip wide and the other in my hair. My hands clutched his back, nails leaving indentations in his skin. He was close, I could feel him pulsing inside me and I moved my hips to meet his thrusts. I whined his name when he moved his hand to circle my clit. “Ridge, I can’t, too much.”

“I need you to give me one more baby, come on, you can do it.” Apparently his deep voice, made more guttural by our desire, commanding me to come for another mind blowing orgasm was all I needed. I felt him come seconds later, a roar tearing from his throat as he shot his seed inside me, twitching and pulsing until we both lay panting. He slid to the side, removing his weight from me but pulling me with him so I was still wrapped in his arms.

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I held her close to me while we both caught our breaths, unwilling to lose the closeness of her body pressed against mine. Her soft curves fit against my hard ridges perfectly, I couldn’t remember the last time I had felt this bone deep satisfaction after sex. Running my hand up her arm I could feel the layer of sweat that was covering both of us. I grinned when an idea formed. Sliding off the bed, pressing a kiss to her forehead when she made a humming sound, I headed to the bathroom. I turned the water of her shower on, putting towels out and testing the water before heading back to the bedroom. She was laying on her stomach, head on her arms, one eye peeking at me suspiciously.

She took my hand when I held it out to her, letting me pull her off the bed and into my arms, scooping her up bridal style. I walked into her shower letting the spray wash over both of us, thankful that her apartment had a large walk in shower. I set her on her feet before grabbing her shampoo and working it through her hair, hardening slightly at the groan when I massaged her scalp.

It turned into a back and forth of us washing and rinsing each other. Laughing when a ticklish spot was discovered and soft kisses when we both got turned on again. It ended with her back against the wall and legs thrown over my arms while I pressed into her. Water spraying over us and slowly rocking until we both came again.

“Love you Ridge” she murmured, half asleep in my arms after we had dried off and she threw one of my shirts on, curling up in the bed.

“Love you Lyssa, cor meum.” I responded.

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andie01writing · 8 months

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AlphaSmuts C - Car

Car – Car sex

Ft: Ridge Holland

Glancing up from the book on my phone to my travel buddy to find him sulking in the driver's seat. “Stop sulking, big guy. It could have happened to anyone. The tow truck will be here. Nothing to do but wait.”

He glares out the windshield.

“Or continue to sulk,” I shrug. “Doesn’t matter to me.”

“We’re gonna be late.”

“The ones that need to know, know what’s going on. There’s no need to worry about your job. Everyone knows shit happens.”

“I’ve never been late in my life.”

“Well then you’re due,” I state dully, checking my messages. “We’re supposed to just head to the next town. We’re not needed at the show tonight.”

“Fuck.”

“Language.”

“How are you so calm?”

“Asked like a man who didn’t grow up with shitty cars,” I sigh. “This isn’t my first time on the side of the road, Bud. It’s been an hour. I’ve spent days on the side of road before.”

“What?”

“Rual roads and Daddy’s shitty trucks,” I shrug, pulling my reading app back up. “Just sit back, relax, and find something to take your mind off the time.”

“Whatcha reading?”

“A book.”

“One of those dirty books that women like?”

I feel the blood rush to my face. “What I do to entertain myself is none of your business, Ridge.”

“That’s a yes,” he smirks.

“Why do ya read stuff like that?”

“You have no idea what I’m reading.”

“You want me to take my mind off the time. Help me.”

“It’s been forty five minutes. And I told you once already that what I do to entertain myself is none of your business.”

Snatching the phone from my hands, he skims down words on the screen, his face turning red.

“Ridge! Rude,” I growl.

After a second pass, he tosses it back into my lap. I lower my head to hide behind my hair. “Why am I acting ashamed,” I think. “I’m a grown ass woman. I can read whatever I want.”

“Why,” he asks again.

I shrug. “I guess the same reason everyone reads. Fantasy. Escapism. Entertainment.” Raising my eyes slightly I see him shifting in his seat. A visible bulge in his jeans. “Because it gives me the same reaction it gave you. I need to refresh my alone time imagery.”

He folds his hands in his lap. “Do you want to do that…”

“Do what? Fuck an alien? No…Well, I would have to see the alien first to rule it out,” I smirk. “It’s fantasy. A way to experience something different without actually…you know…fucking a monster. Or…other things.”

“What other things?”

“Doesn’t matter.”

Strong fingers under my chin lifts my eyes to look into his. The question clear there.

“Sometimes I ignore the descriptions of the characters and imagine myself and other people I may know,” I whisper.

“Who?”

“Who do you think about when you masturbate?”

“You,” he smirks.

“Wh…Wha…What,” I sputter.

“I think about you, Thea,” he states matter of factly, staring out the windshield.

“That’s not funny, Ridge.”

“I think about what it feels like to touch you. Taste you. What it feels like to be buried so deep inside of you that we become one.” He glances over at me before staring out the side window, the flush from his face making its way down his neck. “So now you know.”

I wet my suddenly dry lips, my mind reeling. My own confession on the tip of my tongue. Finally leaning forward on shaky hands on the center console, my lips inches from his ear. “I think about where you would want to take me,” I whisper. “Like are you just a bed kinda guy? Can these muscles keep me up while you slam into me in some random arena hallway,” my fingers trail down his bicep and forearm. “Can these thick fingers make me come silently in the backseat while you jabber along with Shea and Butch in the front seat?” My fingers slide down and in between his. “Would you like it if I rode your cock,” I whisper, my hand sliding his along the bulge.

A low groan rumbles through his chest.

“Do you like it slow? Or do you like it fast and rough?” My lips brush lightly along the flush skin. “I can take you either way. I’m such a good girl like that,” I purr. “Just tell me what you’re feeling at that moment and I would give you everything I have. Or maybe you just want my mouth. Throat fucking me until you can’t hold it anymore. I’ll milk every drop from you.”

He gasps harshly as I start pressing kisses to his neck. “Oh, Jesus, you can’t do that.”

“You started this. But if you’re done with me.” I start to sit back, disentangling myself from him.

He whimpers, moving faster than a man his size in such a cramped area should, yanking me into his lap.

“Want more,” he grunts between peppering kisses along my throat, rutting up into me.

“More what? More of me telling you what I think about? More of me?”

“You,” he groans as I start pressing down to meet his hips.

“What’s stopping you,” I question, nipping along his jaw.

“I can get very loud,” stressing the word, his hands coming to rest on my hips. “I’m not exactly hard to please, and because of that…Well, er, I’m a vocal bastard.”

“We’ve been here an hour and haven’t seen a single car pass,” I smirk. “The tow truck won’t be here for another hour at the earliest. Must be a busy day for them.”

He glances around before yanking my shirt over my head, groaning as he buries his face into my cleavage. His hands move to work the button on my jeans.

The noise I make as his teeth find my nipple through my bra, waking my body up more would be embarrassing if I hadn’t just confessed all my fantasies involving the man moments ago.

“Much better than my mind could think up. Do you always make such great noises?”

“It’s been so long I don’t remember, honestly,” I groan, moving to straddle him. My hands working the clasp of my bra before sliding the article from my body.

Finally able to use both hands he gets the jean’s button open. “Make that noise again, Love.” His hand plunges beneath my jeans and panties. “Please. Fuck you are so wet.” One finger circling my clit as the thumb and forefinger of his opposite hand working my nipple.

I seek out his lips, barely containing the growl as his tongue shoves into my mouth. Licking at my open mouth as I grind down against his finger. His thumb kept circling, teasing the taut skin of my breasts mercilessly. Every sound I make he echoes dazedly, pushing me closer to the edge.

“So close,” I whimper.

“What do you need, Love.”

I press my breast together and up towards his mouth. “Please.”

He obliges, lashing his tongue over one nipple then the other. The electric tension shooting between his mouth and hand has me going over the edge, a whorish moan filling the car.

“I have to be inside you. I have to.” He gasps against my skin, his hands moving to shove my jeans from my hips. Moving back to my original seat, he yanks the material of my jeans and panties down my legs before turning his attention to his own jeans. I kneel on the center console, my fingers threading through his short hair pulling a groan from him.

Once his jeans are shoved below his knees, “Get on my cock, Thea.”

Straddling him once more, Ridge wrapping his hand around the base of his cock, holding himself steady for me.

“Just…go slow. I’d hate to jump the gun,” He mumbles, his attention fixed on the apex of my thighs. I tilt his chin up with one finger as I slowly sink down onto him, wanting to see his reaction. The large man didn’t disappoint, his eyes rolling back in his head in bliss. “Jesus fuck,” he groans.

“God, you’re huge,” I moan, canting my hips back and forth in an attempt to settle onto him more evenly.

“Don’t move, shit-” Ridge groping my thighs, panting, “Love, if you move I will absolutely come. Just give me a second.”

“We should have done this ages ago.” I moaned. “You feel incredible, oh my God-”

His hips move ever so slowly, his fingers digging into the flesh of my thighs, holding me open.

“Tell me if I’m too rough.”

“I can take whatever you give me,” I smirk. “But if it’s too much I’ll let you know.”

He buried his cock in you as deeply as he could and I cry out in delight, my nails scratching at his scalp. "God,” he groans. “God, you’ll ruin me. “You’re incredible, you’re so fuckin’ incredible." His rhythm is slow and deep. “You’re so fucking tight. I’m not hurting ya am I?”

I shake my head, trying to move against his grip. “More. Please.”

His hands leave my thighs to bury in my hair, tugging gently. “What do you need my love?”

My hips move quicker, and he quickly starts to match my pace roughly. Our bodies meeting with wet smacks. His volume increased with my own, his deep growls and rumbles of satisfaction doing wonders for my fever-pitched arousal. “So close.”

“Just let go, Thea. Come on, Love. Let me feel ya.” His mouth drops back to my chest, his tongue lashing over my nipples.

“Oh fuck,” I moan, my hand going to the handle above the door to ground myself. “Oh Ridge,” I shiver.

A prolonged growl precedes his own finish as I go boneless against his torso.

“We didn’t think this through, Love,” he sighs, wrapping his arms around me.

“Hmmmm,” I hum.

“Nothing to clean you up with.” His fingers slide up and down my spine.

I shrug the best I can. “I can just be a dirty girl until we get to the hotel and a shower. Not gonna kill me.”

He chuckles softly before a door slamming behind the car has us jumping apart.

“You get dressed, I’ll head him off,” he yanks his pants up. “Can’t have any delays getting you back to my hotel room. You did give me a whole list to work through.” He smirks, pecking my lips before disappearing.

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hollandsmushroom · 3 years

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What about doing the same thing to the reader like your last blurb but instead of push ups she's doing squats?

Mother Fucking Squats || T.H.

this is a sequel to Mouth Fucking Pushups(one of your guys' favorites it appears lmao)

Warnings: Smut 18+, mentions of fellatio, explicit descriptions of cunnilingus

Word Count: 1,641

You and Tom often worked out together, it wasn’t an uncommon occurrence and in fact it was an activity that the both of you enjoyed greatly, loving pushing each other and encouraging each other to do one more rep. There were times that the company had its downfalls, it was when his muscles looked too good underneath his shirt, much like that night a couple weeks ago when you had ended up on the floor beneath him with his dick buried deep in your throat as he did push ups, really the devolution into sex was the only downfall(if you could even call it that).

It was a beautiful Sunday and you and Tom were in your home gym, both dressed in your workout clothing which was alway something so alluring, Tom’s shorts accentuating his thighs and his tight spandex shirt showing every ridge of muscle that you wanted nothing more than to drag your teeth over, to lick the sweet sweat from his body as held his body above yours. Your mind flicking back to that night a couple weeks ago, the thought tempting you to drop your kettle bell and slide beneath Tom once again but he looked so determined, watching himself in the mirrored wall to maintain his proper form, or at least that what you thought Tom was doing, that's what it looked like to you.

In reality, Tom was watching your reflection, the way that the fabric of your legging stretched around your body as you hinged downwards into a squat, drawing your kettle bell up to your chest and letting it strike softly at the valley of your sternum, the only thing that Tom would think about was being the weight against your chest, pressing heated kisses between the mounds of your breasts, your skin sweet under his mouth. He could feel himself getting hard, the temptation for your body to be flush with his overwhelming to a point of no longer being able to fight it, dropping the dumbbell softly on the padded floor and pushing himself up into a standing position, walking over to you on his toes, careful to not make a noise louder than the music that was ringing through the room. The rounds of your ass looked so alluring to his chocolate eyes, the temptation to sink his teeth into the tensed muscle something that he had to actively fight, instead he opted to get in a position much like the one that you had been in a couple weeks ago, placing himself between your spread legs, looking up at your crotch.

“Tom, what the fuck are you doing?” you asked, stopping your movements, bending over and resting your weight on the ground, looking him in the eye, noticing the devilish glint that danced in his tree ring colored irises.

“Watching the show” his voice was playful but it was clear he was dead serious and had no intention of moving, he was going to stay there and watch how your body moved over his face, the smell of your cunt reaching his nose, enhanced by your exercise heated state, he was loving it.

“You are such a fucking boy” you giggled, returning to your work out, dipping lower so your ass was closer to Tom’s face, temptation getting the better of him as his poked your cheek.

“Correction, I am a boy who fucks” his voice was sultry, the poke turning into a full as grab before you pushed back up to a standing position, your breath having left your chest when Tom grabbed your ass so harshly.

“Are you gonna let me work out or are you gonna distract me” his hand was still on your ass, dipping down with you, following your motions.

“Haven’t decided yet” you didn’t have to look at him to know that he was smiling at you cheekily, his signature smirk that made you weak in the knees, and if you became weak in the knees now you would collapse on his face, maybe that is what he wanted. You continued going along with your squats, thighs tiring slightly as you exerted yourself. It was only about a minute later that Tom gives in, his hand that had stayed on your ass for the past minute gripping in, tugging down at the fabric until your ass was on full show, your movements having ceased as he worked to make you bare.

“Tom” you whimpered as he blew cool air on your bare cunt, dripping already from having watched him work out.

“Mhm, baby” Tom sighed, his hand running up your thigh, the side of his hand nestled in the pit between your inner thigh and your cunt, thumb dipping between your wet folds and softly tracing them, running across the ridges. “So wet,” he stopped, retracting his hand from your pussy and bringing his thumb to his lips, pressing onto his tongue and smearing your arousal across his tongue. “So sweet”

“Fuck Tommy!” your knees were shaking and he hadn't even really touched you yet, his hand was coming back up your leg but it stopped at your knee, breaking the brace you had been held in and forcing you to fall onto your knees, your cunt now hovering directly above his face.

“Reminds me of a couple weeks ago” he spoke purposefully breathy, the air fanning lightly across your hyper sensitive cunt, drawing a long plantiful whimper from your throat, your hands falling between your spread legs and raking their way through Tom’s sweaty curls, tugging from the root. You pulled so harshly his head came off the floor, forcefully burying him in your cunt, a groan escaping from his chest and vibrating through your core, an inadvertent delivery of stimulation to your clit, your back arching and head throwing back in a moan.

“Fuck fuck fuck” the cries of pleasure left your lips rapidly as his tongue snaked past his pleasure coated lips and beginning to lap at your clit, flexing his tongue as it flicked underneath the hood of your clit, savoring the way your body jolted every time he did. His arms wrapped around your thighs, pulling your as close to his face as possible, your lips spreading on his cheeks as he started to rock his head into you. His tongue left your clit, licking a hot stripe from the bundle of nerves to your entrance were he began to circle the clenched hole with his talented muscle, dipping into you and lapping up into you, his head moving with every thrust of his tongue, nose rocking against your engorged clit. It felt like heaven, there was no other way to put the sensation into words, it felt amazing and like pure euphoria.

Tom groaned something into your cunt but he was so deep in you that you couldn’t make out what he was saying, not that you would have been able to fully comprehend it even if you had, you were too lost in the dizzying amounts of pleasure that was running up your spine and winding tight in your belly.

“Oh Tom, fuck oh fuck, Tommy” You cried, your body falling forward and forcing your hands from his hair, bracing yourself on the floor, finger nails leaving crescent in the padding as your gripped into it. Your hips began to inadvertently grind against his face, riding it like you would his cock. The added pressure of your new position shoved his nose harder against your clit, the notch of his incorrectly set bone burning with friction against you as his tongue curled into your g-spot. Your toes curled with pleasure as your head fell forward, looking down to where Tom was buried and the sight of him, he messy hair and the arousal slickening your thighs and his cheeks sent you, the coil in your stomach snapping as you came on Tom’s tongue, hips stuttering against his face as you ceased ability to move, your whole body tensing as a cry of ecstasy left your lips. Tom carried you through your high, not letting up on his movement until you were shaking above him, your thighs quaking around his head as your moans turned to soft whimpers. He raised his hands, gripping your hips gently and pulling you from his face and helping you lay down next to him, your eyes meeting his for the first time since you had been doing squats, his face glistening with your cum.

“That was a great post workout snack” Tom mumbled as his fingers dragged across your cheeks, gathering the rest of your cum and arousal on his fingers before pushing them between his lips and sucking them clean, not wanting any of your sweetness to go to waist.

“That was a great workout,” you sighed, your thighs shaking as you curled into his side.

“I'm sure it was, you were really working it against my face, my nose hurts” he joked, raising his hand up and playfully rubbing at it as if it was sore.

“Oh shut up” you groaned, swatting his chest as you buried your face in his neck, hiding from his teasing eyes.

“Hey hey, no none of that, I am just teasing” he mumbled, his fingers catching your chin and pulling your face from hiding, his eyes softened from their previous playful mirth. “I love you” the words came out as a whisper and your heart was pounding, it was not a new phrase to be exchanged between the two of you but it still made you glow to hear him say it.

“I love you too, Tommy” you pecked his lips, tasting hints of yourself in his mouth. You pulled back, your tone shifting to one similar to Tom’s previous teasing one “You give good head, how could I not love you”

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daddyhausen · 2 years

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｡･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡「 WHO I WRITE FOR 」｡･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡

｡･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡「 WRESTLING 」｡･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡

adam cole

adam copeland

alex reynolds

anna jay

bandido

bray wyatt

britt baker

brody king

bron breakker

buddy matthews

cameron grimes

cash wheeler

christian cage

chuck taylor

claudio castagnoli

cm punk

cody rhodes

damian priest

danhausen

daniel garcia

dante martin

david finlay

dax harwood

dominik mysterio

drew mcintyre

eddie kingston

el phantasmo

ethan page

evil uno

finn balor

hangman adam page

hook

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jamie hayter

jay briscoe

jeff hardy

jey uso

jimmy uso

jon moxley

john silver

jungle boy

julia hart

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kenny omega

kevin owens

kris statlander

kyle fletcher

kyle o’reilly

kip sabian

la knight

malakai black

mark davis

mjf

matt jackson

nick jackson

nick wayne [ no smut ]

orange cassidy

ortiz

penelope ford

pete dunne

preston vance

randy orton

roman reigns

rhea ripley

ricky starks

ridge holland

ruby soho

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toni storm

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undertaker

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willow nightingale

will ospreay

zack sabre jr.

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damiano david — måneskin

ethan torchio — måneskin

thomas raggi — måneskin

victoria de angelis — måneskin

chris motionless — motionless in white

ricky horror — motionless in white

vinny mauro — motionless in white

will ramos — lorna shore

vessel — sleep token

ii — sleep token

iii — sleep token

iv — sleep token

oli sykes — bring me the horizon

noah sebastian — bad omens

hozier

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bucky barnes

loki laufeyson

miguel o’hara

peter parker [ mcu + tasm ]

steve rogers

thor odinson

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joel miller — the last of us [ tv series ]

thomas shelby — peaky blinders

arthur shelby — peaky blinders

alfie solomons — peaky blinders

simon “ghost” riley — cod/mw2

könig — cod/warzone

capitan john prince — cod/mw2

johnny “soap” mctavish — cod/mw2

kyle “gaz” garrick — cod/mw2

keegan p. russ —cod/ghosts

keep in mind this ain’t the final list !

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duskholland · 4 years

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Warm | Tom Holland Smut

warnings ↠ nsfw, 18+ ! this is just some very loving c*ckwarming with sleepy boyfriend tom, ft unprotected sex and oral (fem receiving)

word count ↠ a wholesome 3k

a/n ↠ got inspired by the ig live yesterday and whipped up a lil something to satisfy the devil in me. let me know what you think!

The material of Tom’s hoodie is soft against your cheek, and as you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck, it feels as though the weight of the world is rolling from your shoulders. His hands are on your waist, tucked beneath the hem of your t-shirt and resting gently over the curves of your hips. As you hum against his shoulder, you feel him shift his fingers, tracing delicate, circular patterns over your skin.

“Your hoodie is so soft,” you mumble against him, punctuating the words with a few soft kisses to the base of his neck. Tom squeezes your sides, bringing his lips to the top of your head where he leaves a lingering kiss to your hairline. “Wish we could stay like this forever.”

One of his hands moves away from your waist, drifting up to cup the back of your head. As Tom’s nimble fingers rest over your hair, he uses his other arm to pull you closer. It’s a lazy Sunday morning, both of you tangled up in sweats and comfy clothes, and the feeling of his warm body pressed against yours makes you sigh contentedly.

“We can stay like this all day?” Tom offers. He slowly strokes over the back of your head, the gesture full of a gentle tenderness you’d missed. He’s been so busy recently, with filming and press engagements, that it’s been a while since you’ve had time to exist like this. Two people, curled up together, wrapped up in dizzying love. “Missed you so much this week, darling.”

You smile against his neck and finally pull back so you can look at him properly. You’re resting over Tom’s thighs, straddling his green sweats comfortably, and your position gives you the perfect opportunity to get a lovely, long look at your boyfriend’s face. With his pink hood drawn up around his head, you can make out a few strands of his brown hair, long and a little shiny, and you find your fingers drawn towards them. You reach up, smiling at his tut of disapproval as you gently knock the hood down, revealing his bed of messy, chestnut curls.

“Missed you too,” you finally reply, carding a hand through his hair. With your other fingers, you reach out to cup his cheek, grinning as he presses his face into your palm. Tom’s got his eyes wide and flooded with gentle love, and it makes you melt. This man has you wrapped around his little finger. “Missed a lot of things about you, actually.”

“Yeah?” Tom’s lips quirk into a lazy smirk as he draws you a little nearer. He smells faintly of cologne. “Like what?”

“Oh, you know…” As you muse, you let your index finger wander down the bridge of his nose, tracing over the light freckles. “Missed hearing your lovely voice. It always sounds so raspy in the morning like this.” You lean in to press a quick kiss to his jaw. “And I missed your hugs. God, Tom, you give the best hugs.” As if to prove your point, Tom tightens his grip around you. “Missed your lips, too.”

“Oh, you did, did you?” He’s got that cheeky glint in his eyes, and you nod your head immediately. “I think they missed you too, love. Why don’t you pay them a visit?”

The snort that leaves your mouth is a loud burst of twisted sound, but it makes Tom’s smile grow wider. You wind both arms around his neck and shuffle closer, finally bridging the distance and nuzzling your mouth against his.

Kissing Tom has to be one of your favourite things ever. The way your lips meld together, dancing in sync as he presses against you with eager force always makes your heart race, no matter how long you’ve been together. His lips are warm and gentle, and as they meet with yours in a lazy exploration of mutual enjoyment, you find yourself melting against him. His hands are back on your hips, and they roam the expanse of your naked back as his tongue flicks into your mouth, causing you to groan softly. When he drags his fingers up and discovers your lack of bra, he’s quick to shift his palms around to the front of your body, holding the curves of your breasts in each hand.

“I bloody love you,” he murmurs, speaking against your lips. The pads of his thumbs brush over your nipples and you gasp into his mouth, careening further into his touch. “You’re the most beautiful woman on the planet, lovie.”

You kiss him with a little more intensity, your heart fluttering in response to his sweet, sweet sentiment. It’s early - the both of you had only woken up a half-hour ago - so Tom’s voice is strained and raspy. The sound of his husky tones brings a thrill of excitement to the heat between your legs.

As his tongue explores your mouth and your fingers tangle in his hair, you become aware of a building pressure pushing up against your sweats. You start to grind down against him, enjoying both the friction it provides to your clit and also the way the movement draws deep, desperate whines from Tom.

“You wanna know a secret?” You ask him, pulling away to pant in his ear. When Tom hums, you kiss his earlobe. “Think I might’ve missed your cock, too.”

His chuckle rumbles into the air. “Is that so?” Tom’s hands slip away from your chest, and they anchor down your hips. You hum as he guides you, pushing you further against his crotch as your centres meet. You can feel the outline of his length straining up against you, and the sensation makes you grin. “I’ve missed being inside your tight little pussy.” He leaves a kiss just behind your ear, right over a patch of sensitive skin. “Maybe we should do something about that?”

You almost whine as you nod, eagerly reaching down to release the drawstrings of his sweats. In return, Tom pulls free your own, and there’s a moment of shuffling around as you sit up and carefully wriggle out of both your trousers and your panties, Tom bundling them up and folding them into a neat pile beside him. Once you’re settled, you reach beneath the waistband of Tom’s sweats and pull his full member free, all whilst his hot lips trail up and down the column of your neck.

There’s no burning desperation to your movements as you slowly work one another up. Rather, it’s gentle. Soft caresses, tender lips, whispered words of praise. You’re kissing him as you slowly slide your hand up and down his shaft, and he’s swallowing your moans with his tongue when two of his fingers slip into your slick pussy and work you open. It’s loving and familiar as he crooks his fingertips and nudges up against your g-spot, stimulating your passage until you’re bucking down against him, your movements distracted as your cunt drips for him.

“Need you inside me,” you moan out, a slight pull to your voice. You whimper as Tom’s hot fingers slip out from inside you, and then gasp when he uses his wet fingertips to rub over your clit. The bud pulses and you almost lose it, but a panging in your cunt reminds you of your overwhelming desire to have him inside you. “Tom,” you whine, skimming your thumb over his weepy tip, “Stop teasing.”

Tom growls into your ear, but he reluctantly moves his fingers away from you. He meets your eyes as he very purposefully brings his hand to his mouth and makes a show of licking his digits clean, moaning softly as he does it.

“Delicious,” he decides. When you throw him a light scowl, he grabs you by the hips and brings you nearer. “Now,” he says, dropping his voice. His hand joins yours on his cock, and together you guide his head through your slit. You let Tom do the hard work, whimpering quietly as he lines his tip with your entrance. “How about we take care of this little problem, eh?”

Your teeth dig into your lower lip as you slowly, slowly lower yourself over him, tossing your head back as you adjust to the stretch. Tom’s lips move over your neck, sucking a soft hickey to your skin, anchoring you down. The sensation of his member settling deep inside you after so long makes you grab fistfuls of his hoodie, your knuckles tightening around it as you gasp softly.

“Fuck,” you murmur, letting your forehead fall onto his shoulder. You’re fully seated now, and you can feel every ridge and line of his cock pushed up against your walls, as if in high definition. Everything is amplified, and the longer you sit there wrapped up in his arms and with his lips now dusting over your temple, the closer to Tom you feel. “I love you,” you whimper, voice breathless.

Tom runs his hands over your back, soothing you with large circles of his palms. “Love you too, darling,” he mumbles. He shifts a little on the sofa, and you moan as the head of his cock brushes deeper. “Feel so warm ‘n snug around me.”

You feel yourself clench at his words, and make a very conscious decision to loosen up. Taking a deep, shuddering breath, you pull yourself away from the crook of Tom’s neck, pouting a little as the soft fabric of his hoodie leaves your face.

“Do you want to stay like this for a little bit?” You ask, eyes skimming his beautiful face. Your heart fills with appreciation for the man as you pick up all the small details that make him so attractive to you: the worn curves of his nose, the splattering of sun-kissed freckles over his cheeks, the ruffled hairs of his eyebrow. Your thumb absently moves up to his eyebrow and you draw your touch across it, feeling the soft hairs with your finger and sighing as you admire him.

“How long?”

You crane your neck back, glancing briefly at the paused TV. “‘Til the end of the show? Should be about ten minutes.” You move your hand into his hair, feeling the silky strands fall past your fingers. “Just wanna feel close to you.”

Tom presses his lips to the tip of your nose, drawing a loose giggle from you. “Alright,” he agrees. He drops his voice as he shifts his mouth back to your ear, hot breath flushing over your neck as he adds, quieter, “I’m going to wreck you afterwards, though.”

A shiver passes through you, and your hum mixes with the sounds of the TV as Tom immediately unpauses the programme. You can’t see the screen from where you’re sitting, but you turn down Tom’s offer to reposition. The show is the last thing on your mind, and you’re glad you’re not distracted by it.

For you, there’s nothing more fulfilling than hiding your face into your boyfriend’s shoulder and feeling him everywhere. Hands on your sides, caressing you and drawing you closer. His lips softly passing over the top of your head. His length, plugging you up to the hilt. Each time one of you shifts, you release a quiet whimper as arcs of pleasure roll up your spine, and when you clench in response, Tom grunts. There’s something so easily private about it: no end goal but just to enjoy one another, and spend this quiet moment holed up in each other’s arms.

You’ve never felt this loved before, and it brings a lump to your throat.

“You okay?” Tom asks, shifting a hand to hold the back of your head. You hum, tilting your face to the side so you can kiss the point behind his ear.

“Yeah. Just really love you.”

His eyes flicker down to meet yours, flooding with concern when he notes the tears spread thinly over your eyes. “You’re so precious,” he lilts, his accent twanging prominently. He brings you nearer, kissing your forehead in several spots. “I’m going to marry you one day.”

You kiss him, letting your hand travel up to rest against his cheek. “Good,” you whisper against him. There’s a dizzying moment where you just look at him, his eyes mirroring yours, flooded deep with gratitude that rocks you to your bones. You feel safe wrapped up in his arms, and as the music for the credits drifts through the air, you find yourself exhaling. “Show’s over.”

“Lay down for me, love.”

You whimper when you feel his length slide from you, your cunt feeling cold and empty without him, but he kisses at your pout until it fades away. Tom follows you down onto the couch cushions, caging you in with an arm either side your head. After a moment, you feel his cock sliding through your slit again, pressing up against your clit in a way that makes you moan.

“I can taste myself on your tongue,” you admit, pulling away from a deep kiss with a perplexed expression on your face.

“Fucking lovely, isn’t it?” Tom gains a rather mischievous look on his face. “Actually…”

He pulls away before you can grab him to stay, and Tom slips down between your legs with a cheeky smirk on his lips.

“Tom,” you whine, scrunching your nose. “I want you.”

“In a minute.” He presses your knees apart and leaves a soft kiss to the inside of one of your thighs. “Patience, my darling girl.”

You try your best to look unimpressed, but it’s very difficult to maintain the rouse as he draws his tongue through your slit. You reach down to grip at his hair, pulling him closer as he trails his mouth all over you. He moans straight against your sopping folds, teasing your clit with his tongue as he slides two fingers back into you, exploring your wet heat eagerly.

“Tom,” you cry out, your back arching off the sofa. His free hand immediately goes to your side, pushing you back down and keeping you in place as his mouth explores you. Noises of your wet arousal fill the air as he sucks over your clit, teasing you, edging you until you’re whimpering. “C’mon, Tom, don’t wanna cum like this. Need to be full of you.”

When he pulls back, Tom runs the back of his hand across his mouth, wiping away the shine of your slick and his spit combined. He cracks a smile when he takes in the fucked-out expression on your face, pulling up until he’s hovering above you once more. One of his hands caresses your leg before loosely opening it up, and the other rests over your hair near your head. He kisses you softly.

“Are you ready?” He asks.

“Yes,” you whimper, pressing down against him to prove your point. Your voice twists into a gasp as Tom slips into you, the movement easy and slick. Your fingers grip at the back of his hoodie as he rocks against you, your cunt squeezing around him as you take him wholly. “Shit.”

Tom nips at your necks, strands of his hair rubbing up against your hot skin. “So fucking perfect,” he murmurs. He pulls out before fucking back into you with a deep, slow thrust. “Fuck, you’re such an angel.” He leaves another kiss to your neck as he gradually quickens his pace. “My angel, aren’t you?”

You pull him back up, meeting his mouth in response. As you kiss him, his hand on your thigh shifts up and intertwines with one of yours, your fingers tangling as the rest of your bodies do, too. You’re grateful for the contact - keeping you anchored together like an emotional tether, a constant reminder of your love.

Everything about the moment feels so intimate, his pace slow but still fulfilling. Each time Tom thrusts his hips to meet yours, you feel him in you deep, nudging against those spots only he could reach. Each rut presses you one step closer to heaven, and your praises come out garbled, dissolving into his mouth as his lips caress you, tender and warm.

Tom pulls away after minutes of deep kissing to stare at you, brown eyes full of warmth. “I’m so lucky,” he stammers out, voice strained. You widen your leg, granting him easier access, and both of you groan as the position lets him in deeper. You can feel that telltale warmth building in the pit of your stomach. “Love of my life, you are. You and your- fuck, your perfect little pussy.” His cheeks are red as he kisses your jaw. “Can’t wait to fuck you for the rest of my life, love.”

His words ignite something inside you that goes much deeper than superficial pleasure, and you find yourself clinging to him, gripping his hand with renewed strength as your other twists down between your bodies. Your fingertips connect with your clit, and you glide them over the bud, moaning louder as you feel your orgasm jerk closer.

“Cum in me,” you find yourself saying, eyes trained on the spot between your legs where Tom’s cock meets with your cunt. “Wanna feel you fill me up.”

His head finds the crook of your neck, sweaty forehead pushing up against your skin as he grunts. “I’m not going to last much longer.”

“It’s okay.” You squeeze his hand as you gasp for breath. “I’m close.”

Tom peaks a few moments later, and the action of his guttural groans spilling into the air coupled with the way his cock pulses as he empties his load inside you makes you spasm over the edge too. You whimper as you orgasm, a throbbing warmth spreading across you as Tom kisses your neck over and over, his fingers gripping yours tightly as you enjoy the high together, basking in it. Your mouth hangs half-open as you vocalise your climax, your body on fire as he fucks you through it, the moment spanning a short infinity.

“Fuck,” he murmurs, finally stilling. He stays nudged up inside you as he sits up, supporting his weight on his arms, your hands still joined. Tom kisses you passionately, and you feel him smile against your lips as you kiss him back. “I’m so fucking in love with you.”

You bring your free hand up to his head, pushing his hair out from his face as you cup his cheek, looking into his captivating brown eyes. You look at him, and you know that there’s no safer vessel for your heart. You know he’s the love of your life.

“Love you too,” you say, pausing to kiss him between each word. By the end, both of you are smiling. “You know you’re still in me, yeah?”

Tom chuckles, nodding. “Yeah.” He kisses your nose. “You’re warm.”

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chanelsebbie · 3 years

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Hi! I loved the stuff on your other account, and I wanted to see if you could write something with Tom being needy, but when you snap at him, he becomes all big, macho, and dominant?? Thanks!

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➵Warnings: Smut, needy tom, suggestive content, dub-con but not really, degrading

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➵a/n: I loved this, you want me dead, b?? I love you tho and thank you for the request 🥺

“Tom, stop,” you mumbled, trying your hardest to pay attention to the script in front of you.

But Tom planned on doing the opposite, his lips still on your neck, sucking small pink and red marks on your skin, his fingers drifting up and down your inner thighs, too close to where you needed him most.

“Come on, darling, lighten up a little bit. You’ve been staring at that script for hours, I think you need a break from it,” he argued, turning your head with his finger under your chin, leaning in to have your lips on his.

“Yeah, because it’s my job,” you argued, “How I make money. You can’t always be the breadwinner,” you shifted away from him.

“I’ll make it worth your while,” he smirked devilishly, leaning over to your ear, whispering, “I can make you cum so hard you cry, darling, it would be all about you,”

He takes one of your hands, placing it right on his painfully hard bulge, “See what you do to me? Feel what you do to me?” he muttered.

The shifting of your thighs didn’t go unnoticed by him as you swallowed hard. You wanted nothing more than to have him dip down between you legs and lick you until you passed out. But you really needed to finish this script before you started work tomorrow.

“Tommy, I can’t. I really have to finish this,” you said as politely as you could muster, knowing that you had been needy at times like this.

The eldest Holland brother scoffed at your dedication, even if he would do the same thing in your situation, seeing as you two had the same job.

“Just take a break,” he protested your argument, “the script will be there when you get back, darling,”

Now you were getting annoyed, Tom’s antics becoming a distraction rather than motive. You knew he wasn’t going to stop.

“Thomas. Stanley. Holland.” You finally gritted, his eyes growing wide at someone using his full official birth name besides his mother, “I said no,”

“Right,” he scoffed in disbelief, getting up and heading towards the bedroom before slamming the door behind him, not bothering to look back your way.

Something about the way he slammed that door told you that there was no more playful tone, and once you were done, you were going to be in for it.

You finished the script around an hour later, but stayed out there longer than necessary because you really, really didn’t want to see what Tom was cooking up in his devious little brain about a tit for a tat.

Finally, you mustered up the courage to get up off the couch and set your script on the kitchen counter before finally slipping down the hall to the last door, hesitantly twisting the knob.

The first thing she was greeted with was Tom’s back to the doorway, most likely either pretending to be asleep or actually asleep.

You slipped into bed and under the covers, a warm lamp lighting the room as you scooted as close behind him as possible, wrapping your arms around him as you leaned in and kissed his neck gently.

If he wasn’t awake before, he definitely was now.

And yet he resumed in a dormant state, pretending you weren’t even there as he continued to stay in the same position.

“Tommy,” you silently whined, your fingers tracing his bare chest, trying to coax him to give in just like he did you.

“Tommy?” He scoffed, “I thought I was Thomas.”

You closed your eyes and let out a breath of regret, poking your head over him as you kissed under his earlobe, knowing it was his sweet spot.

“Come on, darling,” you teased, mocking his British accent.

Before you could think, Tom was grabbing you by the throat and hovering over you, a lustful sadistic look in his eyes as he searched your wide ones.

“I have half a mind to tie you to the bed and edge you all night, then leaving you there while I sleep on the couch,” he growled lowly.

You whimpered, knowing that was the last thing you wanted, and he knew it too.

“Or maybe I could just use you as a little plaything to get myself off and not touch you for the next week.”

“All this over me snapping back?” You challenged.

“You’re lucky I’m feeling merciful, princess, after all, it is your first time truly pissed me off, huh?” His grip tightened slightly, making you squeak.

“Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to fuck you until I cum. And if you cum as well, so be it, but it won’t be my problem. Understood?”

Your face sported a look of annoyance, but in all reality, you felt like this is what you needed. To be put back in place. To be dominated.

“Understood?” he gritted when he recieved no answer, snapping you back into reality from your diviating thoughts.

“Mhm,” you nodded, biting your lip to keep from letting loose a smile that would surely get you in deeper shit.

Without another word, Tom released your throat, letting his hand drift down your body, and you shivered right as he got to your v-line, his soft, intentional touches driving you insane. And needy.

Soon enough, his fingers found your clothed clit, drinking in the reaction you were giving him, your eyes on his.

Even though he was insistent on only pleasuring himself, you knew that he just loved make you cum just a little too much, making his promise futile.

His mouth was propped open, small pants tumbling from his lips as he took control, shifting your panties to the side and inserting a finger, curling it, not giving you any time to adjust before he was thrusting at a fair pace.

You whimpered and whined, writhing under him as he did his best to stay concentrated on pleasuring you. Put your sounds were so heavenly.... so distracting.

His pace quickened as he soaked in your musings, your arms going around his shoulders, hands going to the back of his head, pulling him in and locking your lips with his as your moans were now muffled with his mouth.

Suddenly, he pulled back, panting, “See? This is all I wanted, darling. Now cum,” you nodded as he did the same, “cum all over my fingers, slut.”

Like a dog on command, your core tightened around him as you threw your head back, letting out long, breathless sounds of pleasure as he helped you ride it out, now grinding his painful hard-on onto the skin of your thigh.

He abruptly yanked out his fingers, then stripping you forcefully as he threw you around like a rag doll, and once you were perfectly bare for him, he stood back to admire his favorite girl.

“Stunning,” he sighed out, before stripping himself, now going to hover over the top of you, his patience for release thinning.

He lined himself up with you, your eyes meeting his, a wordless confirmation that this is what you truly wanted.

It was a stretch, it always was, but it felt amazing to have him inside you, slippin in centimeter by centimeter, making you feel every ridge and vein. His want and his need for nobody but you.

You were breathless as he started to move, sliding in and out as he stretched you, his heavy breaths making you squirm on his cock. His eyes were locked with yours, his chocolate brown eyes staring into yours, a disagreement leading to such a romantic, passionate moment.

He began to go quicker, adding to the pressure in your core, leaning down and kissing your neck, whispering soft nothings into your skin as he continued to move.

“Just like that,”

“So good for me, my perfect girl.”

“Fuck, clench around me like that again, darling,”

“I love you. I love you so fucking much,”

The outpour of affection made you weaker and weaker as you slipped into another headspace, whimpers and moans the only noise you could make as his paced quickened and hardened.

“Fuck, I’m close, darling, are you close?” he panted, and you nodded, letting out a small ‘mhm’.

You clenched hard around him, both of you plummeting over the edge. Both of you let out a symphony of moans and gasps as you both slipped into a state of euphoria, the both of you grasping at each other as you did.

The both of you struggled to catch your breath, Tom pulling back and looking at your closed ones, smiling to himself, knowing that he made you feel as good as he did.

“Fuck,” you sighed.

“So. Still feel like talking back?”

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lizzy-williams · 3 years

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𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐏𝐭. 𝟐

🐺Warnings: Mentions of smut, mature themes, alpha/omega dynamic

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🐺Summary: It’s been a few months since the coffee shop events, and you and Tom are going steady. When you decide to go out to dinner as celebration for a work promotion, the waiter begins to flirt with you. When you two get home, he shows you who you truly belong to. Not to mention... it’s a full moon.

🐺Theme: (dream), Salvia Palth

🐺 A/N: Bruh one of the pics got cut off-

Thomas Stanley Holland was angry. No, he was livid.

Tonight was supposed to be a proper date with his mate, a calming way to spend an evening, not getting worried about anything and everything else. By now, his bite mark had been healed, a delicate scar decorating her neck.

That, coupled with her black evening dress, made her look so stunning, it made Tom’s chest swell with pride. That was his. She was his.

But now, he was just pissed off, trying his hardest not to let his glowing gold eyes catch anyone’s attention. But there was only one person who noticed it, and thankfully it was the only person that understood.

[y/n] was an understanding girl, especially when it came to territorial instincts that came with having a claimed mate. So when the waiter that was serving your table was getting a little too comfortable in your presence, you knew Tom would be agitated.

She did your best to distance yourself from the flirty staff member, but it was hard when he was going to be serving you the rest of the night, and they hadn’t even ordered their entries yet.

All Tom wanted to do was take her right on that table, showing that snobby waiter and the rest of the fucking restaurant who [y/n] truly belonged to. He wanted to rail into her as she let out the most perfect noises as he sucked hickeys on her neck, and made her cum so hard she cried, showing true dominance and-

“Tom,” [y/n] moved her chair closer to him at the table, putting a hand on his shoulder.

His eyes snapped up, but softened as he looked at her reassuring smile and comforting expression as she leaned over and placed her head on his shoulder.

“You know I’m yours,” she whispered in a tone only he could hear.

Tom could already feel the tension roll off of his shoulders, knowing that even if there was an overly cocky waiter, [y/n] was faithful. He trusted her, their strong bond was not going to be broken by some douche with a bow-tie.

“I’m sorry, tonight’s about you,” Tom looked over at her, gently kissing her nose, “We’re here to celebrate your promotion, darling,”

[y/n] gave a grateful smile, muttering a small ‘thank you’ before focusing on your expensive cocktail and appetizers.

At first, everything was fine, and it was comfortable, [y/n] and Tom getting into conversation, talking about what was going on in their jobs, or how the rest of the Holland family was doing.

But when the waiter came back, Tom tensed up slightly.

“You ready to order?” he asked, whipping out his notepad and waiting for at least one of them to speak.

Tom was the first to order, hesitantly adding a tense ‘please’ at the end of his request. After all, he knew that [y/n] valued manners. He did it all for her.

“And for you, beautiful?”

That motherfucker.

[y/n] cleared her throat, “Ma’am will be just fine with me thanks,” her voice was clipped in annoyance, not daring to look over at Tom, knowing that all the comfort she just gave him meant close to nothing now, Tom surely back to square one, like a child’s building blocks knocked down after building them up to satisfactory.

After she gave her order, the waiter walked away, muttering ‘prude’ as he made his exit.

The time to get their food was silent, partly because she didn’t want to disturb him, simply putting her arm around his waist, her free hand holding his as he held it back.

Thankfully, a different waiter came to deliver their meals, which released tension that was being held within Tom like a caged animal. Almost literally.

Finally, after he seemed to calm down a little, [y/n] tried to resume conversation and banter, and Tom reluctantly went along with it, soon restoring his hope of a pleasant night with his mate.

Tom was grateful for her, really. She would do anything for him, and he knew it, and all that time she was looking out for him, comforting when he needed comforting. And he couldn’t help but silently gush as she went on about a subject that she was truly passionate about.

And soon enough, the food was finally finished, the platers almost literally licked clean, everything cleared, and the couple knew that the dishwasher hidden in the back of the kitchen would be secretly grateful, their work getting cut down by half.

Shit. He was back.

And back he was, the flirty waiter returning with the check. Tom desperately tried to stay calm, tired of feeling like he wanted to rip the young man’s throat out.

But what he was about to say pushed him passed the point of redemption.

“I wrote my number on the check, darling,” he started, “you know, once you get tired of dealing with this man-child,”

Oh that was fuckin’ it.

Tom didn’t care anymore, blinded by anger, he looked at the waiter with his vicious glowing yellow eyes, his jaw clenched. That coupled with his clenched fist made him look absolutely terrifying.

But before the waiter could flee in terror, Tom grabbed [y/n]’s jaw tightly before jerking her forward as she let out a whimper, forcing her mouth open. To assert dominance, he spit directly in her mouth before turning back to the bastard that really pushed him over the edge.

He turned around, walking to the back of the restaurant, and if he had a tail, it would most certainly been between his legs. Tom couldn’t care less about the rest of the people around then, gawking at the two, shocked by the display of such a lewd act in the middle of a high-end Italian joint.

Tom dug into his wallet, tossing two Benjamins on the table before grabbing her hand, guiding her out to the car, opening the door for her. Even if he was blinded by rage, he always found a way to still be a gentleman.

The car ride home was dead silent, the sexual tension polluting the car, so thick it seemed as if one could cut it like butter. It took Tom everything not to swerve the the car to the side of the road, taking her right in the back seat, the smell of her arousal making him painfully hard.

Oh, he was going to wreck her.

As soon as they got back to the flat complex, he picked her up, carrying her to the elevator, not feeling like dragging her along like a wagon. Besides, he knew if he held her hand, he would probably break it.

His keys violently jingled in his hand as he unlocked the door to his abode, and as soon as he heard a click, he waisted no time, going to his bedroom at almost an inhuman speed, throwing her on the bed, making her giggle, Tom letting out a growl in response, stripping so quickly he almost ripped his shirt.

It thrilled [y/n] to think about all the ways he could ravage her, taking her anyway he pleased, knowing there was nothing in this world that could stop him from making her feel nothing but ecstasy.

“You have no idea how much I wanted to take you right there on that table, love,” he started, undressing her with vigor, his body language wreaking of impatience, “You would like that, wouldn’t you? To have everyone watch as I took you on top of your pasta that cost me a shit-ton of money, huh?”

He teared her underwear off of her, unclasping the omega’s bra as she let out a whimper. Normally, she would have cared that her favorite pair of panties were now nothing but a scrap of cloth on the floor. But at the moment, she couldn’t care less, lust glaring her senses.

He paused, taking in the form of his mate’s nude body. No matter how many times he saw her like this, it was always like seeing her for the first time. God, she was fucking perfect. He didn’t hesitate to wrap his hand around his cock, giving a few jerks before returning to an unholy position on top of her.

“Spitting in your mouth was the closest thing to heaven, darling,” he hovered over her, sucking and biting at all her sweet spots on her throat, growling and muttering dark and sinful nothings in her ear.

“I’m not going to lie to you, bunny, I’m not really in the mood for much foreplay,” he admitted, “I can’t wait to watch my seed drip out of you,”

Before [y/n] could even respond, he had already lined himself up, sliding in, millimeter my millimeter, making sure she felt every vein and ridge of his aching cock that was caused by her and her alone. She made him like this, so it was only fair.

As soon as he bottomed out, he stayed there, peppering soft kisses across her face, a stark contrast to his mood only seconds before, basically cockwarming as he waited patiently for her to adjust. No matter how many times he was inside her, it always felt as if he was tearing her in half like an axe does wood.

Soon her small, nimble fingers made their way to his chestnut hair, tugging slightly as her fingernails lightly and gently grazed his scalp, signaling that she was ready for what was to come.

Tom slowly pulled out, only to slide right back in, hanging onto every whimper and whine she made, noises that he was ready to hear for the rest of his life. It was a strong bond that they had, and even though he was getting ready to plow into her, he couldn’t help but place a soft kiss and muttering a soft ‘are you okay?’

To this, she gave a nod, “Please Tom, ruin me... show me who I belong to,”

She most certainly didn’t need to repeat herself, Tom’s eyes returning to a dark lustful gold as he began to go harder without warning, which was exactly what his mate wanted.

“This what you wanted?” he grunted, his pace progressing into swift and quick thrusts, “For your alpha to wreck you? Fuck you until you cried?”

“Y-Yes! Please Tommy, I-” she stuttered between moans, his pace never faltering.

Suddenly, he yanked her to the edge of the bed, placing her legs over his shoulder as he stood, still inside her, soon resuming his pace, both of the pleasure they were feeling ten times more intense.

Then, Tom made the mistake of looking down. He could see her stomach bulge with the outline of his cock, almost reaching her fucking guts. He almost came right then and there.

“Can you feel me, darling? So fucking deep, you like that don’t you? When I rearrange your guts?”

His words made [y/n] let out a loud whine, just thinking about the fact that he was buried inside her, she could feel him everywhere. It was just him.

Him. Him. Him.

Her coil tightened as she reached down, rubbing soft circles around her clit before Tom snatched her hand away, growling.

“No touching what’s mine.” he slammed into her harder, “This cunt? It’s fucking mine, understand?”

“Y--Yes, Tom,” she muttered out, just barely loud enough for him to hear.

“Who’s cunt is this?”

“Yours, T-Tommy,”

“Sorry, darling, couldn’t quite understand you,” he taunted, driving in at an inhuman pace, his supernatural abilities making his stamina and strength almost limitless, “Who’s cunt is this?”

“Yours Tommy!!” she cried out, not stuttering once as the coil in her core was tighter than ever, “Please, please Tommy, touch your cunt! Please, I’m so close!”

“Tell me I’m yours. Tell me I’m the only one,” he desperately pleaded, the need for validation the only thing that was holding him back from his release.

“Tommy, y-your mine, you’re the only one --oh god yes, you’re the only one”

And that was enough to get his fingers to rub on the small of her clit, making her cry out, the pleasure unmeasurable as she felt every part of him.

“D-Don’t stop!”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,”

Finally, the coil inside her snapped like a whip, making her release the most pornographic moan she had ever let out, the neighbors most definitely wishing the complex had thicker walls.

Feeling her tighten so harshly was what tipped Tom over, her mound squeezing him tightly, his seed spilling inside of her, the warm liquid coating her walls like paint as they road out each other’s highs, the both of them feeling as if they were floating.

When Tom felt as if he could move again, he pulled out, stepping back to admire his masterpiece, watching as his seed spilled out of his perfect girl’s core like a waterfall, dripping onto the sheets, making him groan. It was almost enough to make him harden again.

He then helped [y/n] move vertically on the bed, plopping down right beside her as he did his best to catch his breath, the both of them basking in their love for each other. It was a beautiful, really.

“I want you to move in with me,” he finally said between pants, [y/n] stopping dead, looking over at her alpha.

“Wh-what?” she stuttered, her cloudy post-orgasmic haze making her question whether or not she heard him right. She turned her body slowly, facing him as he continued.

“I want you to live here. With me. I wanna be able to be with you, protect you. I love you so much, and I can’t think of anyone else I would want to live with. Besides, I wouldn’t mind this becoming a part of a nightly routine,” he wiggled his eyebrows playfully.

“Yes. I would love to,” [y/n] finally replied after a dramatic pause.

Tom smiled and pulled her in close, the two of them fitting together like puzzle pieces. He held her tightly, his hands rubbing up and down her back.

“Mine,” he muttered into the crown of her head, breathing in her scent.

“Yours.”

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34. “I’ll take you against that fucking wall if I have to” for either Tom or Haz I’m not picky

18+ this contains smut! Please no one under 18 - don’t read this.

The music was pounding through the whole of the frat house. Not that you cared in the slightest as your lips and Tom’s were in a fierce entanglement of their own. Pulling and yanking at each other’s clothes. Greedy hands pawing all over the other, trying to map out the way you both felt.

His lips sliding down your neck and his tongue wasted little time before he was licking and sucking marks all over the skin.

You tugged on his hair. “I fucking hate you,” you murmured.

“Same here princess,” Princess never had a word sounded more mocking in your ears than right now. Punctuated his hatred by ripping your panties in two from under your skirt.

You stared at him in disbelief, “Those were expensive you dick!”

He merely smirked as he pocketed them. “So?”

“You’re fucking unbelieavable,” You grunted as you begrudgingly had to admit just how hot the action was of him ripping your underwear in two like that. If he was capable of that, what else could he do? The thought alone had the pit of your stomach swooping.

“Someone’s awfully mouthy. I won’t hesitate for even a second to put you in your place.” His voice dropped a few octaves and his eyes darkened, bringing home the point he made.

It was your turn to smirk, “What if I want you to?” To add you palmed him through his jeans hearing the muffled groan leave his lips.

“I’ll take you against that fucking wall if I have to, make your dripping cunt mine.” He growled in your ear leaving your body feeling like it was lit on fire.

A whimper escaping you as you felt him shove you against the door and gently kick your feet apart, nestling himself between.

“It’s what you want isn’t it? For someone so full of witty comebacks you’ve sure gone awfully quiet now. Cat got your tongue?” He taunted as his fingers snakes under your skirt running up and down your inner thighs just to tease you.

“Christ,” you breathed hoping he couldn’t feel your trembling thighs. He chuckled hoarsely in your ear as he started kissing and suckling on your earlobe.

You tilted your head sideways giving him all the access he needed to ravish you.

A loud gasp emitted from your lips when you felt his thick finger dip into your soaking folds, your own hips rutting forward at the contact.

“Jesus you’re absolutely soaked,” he said sounding awestruck but he was quick to use it to his advantage. “Does this get you going princess? Being at your number one enemy’s mercy and letting me do whatever I want with you? Bet you’ve dreamt of this,” he smirked easily sliding his finger inside of you making you moan.

“I have,” wait what?

There was no escaping the shit-eating grin on his face at your admission. “Yeah? You’ve dreamt of me taking this cunt and destroy it?” His words held a heat that you felt go straight to your core and you shut your eyes as he started working his clearly, skilled finger inside of you. You let your senses go as your body took over and parted your legs even more for him, he chuckled hoarsely against your neck as his lips attached themselves there once more.

“Aren’t you a needy little princess then?”

A small whine left your mouth at that, letting your head fall back on his shoulder as another finger was added. Skillfully and easily curling his fingers inside of you pushing as deep as he could. He was a man on a mission and you slapped the wall when he found your spot - bursts of blinding pleasure shooting up your spine and your knees buckled slightly as he kept fucking his fingers over the sensitive spot.

“I’m gonna cum,” You cried and another wail escaped when his thumb started rubbing your clit in circles.

“Oh fuck,” You felt yourself tense up and your legs spasmed as you reached your high. He worked you through your aftershocks and your body jerked as you came back to your full senses.

You turned around, slightly out of breath still to look at him, still a small flush to your cheeks and he was staring at you with nothing but sheer and unadulterated lust.

He licked his lips, “You look even hotter when you cum than I could’ve ever imagined. Fuck, bet you taste so sweet,” With that, he brought his hand up and licked his fingers clean.

Right in front of you.

You tried to subtly squeeze your legs together when he did that to relieve yourself of some of the ache and throb you still felt from your orgasm only moments ago.

“Are you gonna stand there all night or get to fucking me?” You found your voice at last and his lips pursed into a thin line and his messy eyebrow rose up in challenge just as his nostrils flared.

“What? You don’t like to be challenged?” It was your turn now to taunt him.

“Now you’re just asking for it,” He smirked working on his jeans and getting them off. You licked your lips, eyes following his every movement with great interest.

“What if I am?”

“I’m nothing but a gentleman, so why don’t I just show you?” You snorted at that - he was no gentleman and you both knew it.

You brought your hand to the back of his neck, slightly knocking his cap to the side, his hands were there in a flash taking it off just to muss up his hair and then placing the cap back on backwards. Only adding to his attractiveness, he oozed confidence and he knew he looked good wearing one. It was something that went unsaid but you both knew.

“I think you talk too fucking much and not doing enough fucking,” You growled right before you smashed your lips to his in a fiery kiss with your teeth clashing and tongues battling it out for dominance.

Your hand moved under his shirt feeling him up, every ripple and ridge of his wash-board abs letting your nails rake over them just to feel him shiver as he worked around to get rid of his boxers.

“Condom?” You murmured against his lips and he broke the kiss, quickly finding one he had on him and you smiled slightly seeing his impressive cock straining and looking angry at the tip.

“Someone feeling a little neglected?” You mused letting your fingertips dance over the tip as he sucked in a sharp breath.

“Not for long,”

You leaned in kissing his neck giving his ass a teasing slap, “Get to it then before I do it myself and better than you ever could,” You sassed only to feel his grip on your hip tighten.

“We’re saving that for next time,”

You removed your face from his neck and for a brief moment you admired your masterpiece you left on his gorgeous neck, “Oh you think we’re doing this again now do you?”

“I know we are,” The self assuredness and smugness in his voice drove you mad, but he also wasn’t wrong. You knew you’d end up here again too, it would only be a matter of time.

“Fuck me Holland or are you too much of a pussy to do it?” You goaded as he slipped the condom on and you let out a shriek when he lifted you up by the hips and slammed you against the wall.

It didn’t take long before you felt the tip of his cock rub up against your sopping wet folds and then circle your clit which made you lock your legs around his waist tightly.

“Mmh fuck Tom,” You moaned arching your back slightly as he slid inside of you, not stopping until he was inside of you all the way filling you up.

“God you’re so fucking tight, squeezin’ me like a goddamn vice,” He grunted staying still for a moment for you to adjust to him and you dug your nails into his back, small crescent shapes carving his smooth back. You let out a sigh starting to rock your hips to let him know he could move.

He stared up at you as he pulled out and slammed back inside of you and you both moaned loudly and he finally, finally let go and just started fucking into you with all his might. You were surprised the two of you didn’t make a hole in the wall from how hard he fucked you.

You moved your head down attaching your lips to his neck, kissing and sucking love bites into various parts of his delicious looking neck. Hearing his grunts and moans as you did and you moaned loudly when he switched angles and fucked up into you, his cock hitting your sweet spot straight on once more.

“o-oh that’s it Tom! Right fucking there,” You moaned as you scratched and clawed at his back to keep him his pace and speed just like that. Your orgasm was already starting to build and the pressure you felt in your lower stomach and pussy was only intensifying with each deliberate thrust of his. Making your toes curl and eyes roll back when he noticed how close you were getting and again, he snuck his hand down to your front playing with your clit as though it was his favourite game. You let out an undignified squeal as you tried to stave off your orgasm to no avail before you could feel it rock you through your core.

You felt like you were floating by the time you started coming down from your high. Taking the time to watch his face and the way he exerted himself to bring himself off inside of you too.

“C’mon Tommy, cum for me - wanna feel you fill me up,” You goaded letting your lips brush his earlobe and he did a full body shiver and he came with a growl while buried to the hilt inside of you.

He collapsed against your chest, both of your chests heaving and trying to gulp in as much air into your lungs as you possibly could.

“For as much as I hate you, you’re a good fuck Holland,” You begrudgingly admitted making him lift his head up tiredly to look at you, snorting slightly.

“Same princess,”

He let you down on the floor again and you watched him discard the condom in the bin and you both did your best to straighten up and look as though you hadn’t just fucked each other silly in his bedroom with a massive party going on outside of it.

You hated him...So why did your heart clench painfully seeing him dress himself and give you a small nod and a smile?

“Wait,” You stopped him and he froze in his tracks to open the door, to look at you instead,

“Yeah?”

You nicked his cap off of him putting it on your own head instead. “If you’re gonna steal my panties I’m stealing your cap,” Before sauntering out of his room.

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legit9thlunaticwarrior · 2 years

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can someone write a smut of:

ridge holland or

madcap moss or

ezekiel or

dominik mysterio

and tag me?

i need a pick me up

#donna be talking #ridge holland #madcap moss #ezekial #dominik mysterio #please i beg

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readingandwritingandreading · 1 year

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The Day Before You ~ Part 9

My Blurb: Sorry for the delay, life got crazy. This is the last official chapter of this story. There will be an epilogue with a time jump to wrap everything up with a pretty bow that I think you will all enjoy. Thank you to everyone who has been on this journey with me. As always if you didn’t write it don’t post it anywhere. And if someone else is interested in being added to my lil tag list feel free to message me!

Disclaimer: I own nothing. There is one part of this based on this reel by Noah & Lori who are an adorable couple to follow. https://www.facebook.com/reel/1288690532065002

Pairing: Ridge Holland x OFC Lyssa Hutchinson

Warnings: Smexy times.

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I sighed, relaxing back against Ridge and playing with the mountain of bubbles in front of me, smiling at him talking to his mom on the phone. We were in a hotel room in freaking Paris that had a huge tub and a beautiful view of the city. We had barely made it through the door of our room before clothes started flying, we definitely hadn’t made it to the bed. When I stumbled to the bathroom afterwards I squealed at the sight of the tub and immediately started filling it. Now I was sitting between Ridge’s legs, his chest to my back while one hand stroked my arm and the other held his phone. I stifled the giggle that threatened to erupt from me. It felt like I was in a scene from one of the books I was editing.

“No, you don’t need to get out any photo albums.” I smiled and peeked behind me at Ridge who grinned at me and rolled his eyes while the female voice raised on the other end. He was excited for me to meet his family. I wasn’t nervous to meet them, anyone who had raised Ridge into the man he was couldn’t be that bad. No, I was nervous they wouldn’t like me. Family meant a lot to Ridge, his biological one and the one he had made in his career.

“I love you too, mum. I’ll see you next week.” Ridge hung up the phone and placed it on the counter beside the tub. "What has you getting all tense, cor meum?” his voice whispered in my ear. “Thought we got all the tension out a bit ago.”

I considered brushing off my concerns but I didn’t want to lie. “I’m nervous they won’t like me.” I replied softly, keeping my head facing forward.

He placed a kiss on my shoulder before replying, “They’re going to love you,” another kiss closer to my neck caused me to squirm.

“How do you know?” I tilted my head to the side to give him better access.

“Because you make me happy,” another kiss “because you’re smart,” I shivered, feeling his hardness growing against my back. “You’re funny” one arm snuck around my front, dragging across my nipples while the other gently grabbed the back of my neck, “you’re kind” a kiss to my ear “you’re strong” the hand on my neck tightened when the other turned my chin to face him “And because I love you more than any woman i’ve ever met, except my mum, but it’s close” he grinned and I grinned back when he planted a soft kiss on my lips.

The kiss turned heated quickly and I shifted, turning so that I was facing him fully. I straddled his legs, not caring about the water that sloshed to the tile floor when I did. Resting my hands on his shoulders for support, I let his hands on my hips guide me to sink down on his length, both of us groaning at the sensation.

“You’re also beautiful, have tits and an ass made for my hands to grab and take me like a champ.” I whimpered in response. I had learned quickly that Ridge had a filthy mouth in bed, it had never been a turn on for me before but something about his gruff accent always made pleasure shoot straight to my core.

“Best not tell them that part,” I managed to pant out as his grip on my hips tightened, thrusting harder. We were both close, I could feel the pressure building and his dick twitching. He growled in response, moving one hand to circle my clit, sending me over the edge quickly.

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I threw the comforter over Lyssa’s legs that were visible beneath yet another t-shirt she had stolen from me. Not that I minded. The caveman side of me beat its chest whenever I saw her in my clothes or merchandise. It was a physical sign to the world that she was taken. My gaze fell to her left hand sprawled on the pillow over her head, for now anyway. Too soon Ridge. I chastised myself. For her and everyone else maybe, but not for me. I had never been raised to hold back, I gave all of myself to everything and I knew Lyssa was it for me. What I said to her in Paris was true, I loved her more than I thought it was possible to love someone who didn’t raise me. If she decided to end things between us I would live but it would be a dark and lonely existence. She had quickly become the sunshine that got me up and kept me going each day and I wanted to tie myself to her in every way possible. I sighed as I watched her sleeping, worn out from our day of exploring Madrid.

With rugby and wrestling I had traveled most of my life but traveling with her was different. Everything was exciting to her and it made me appreciate the experience more. She tried new foods in Paris, talked to the locals in Geneva and took countless photos of the architecture in Spain. We hadn’t even hit the UK yet. Our plane left in the morning for Belfast where Isabella was flying in to meet up with us and be with Sheamus in his home country. She would also be with us for Scotland and Drew had guaranteed some great food and sites, which Lyssa had nearly squealed at.

I was most excited for the final stop though. Manchester was only a couple hour drive from my hometown and my family would be at the show, excited to meet Lyssa and see me. I hadn’t seen my parents in person in months and had requested an extra few days off to spend time with them and show Lyssa around. I had already made a mental list of the places to take her, the diner around the corner from our house, my old school where I still held some records and the first field I played rugby on.

I checked the lock on the door to our room before sliding in bed beside her, grinning when she immediately rolled into me. She sighed my name in that breathy voice that always caught my dick’s attention as she nuzzled her nose into my neck. I wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her completely against me.

I felt myself hardening but forced it down. We'd had a lot of sex since she joined me and she had joked about needing to buy more underwear. It had been an accusation really, I was usually so eager to be inside her I just ripped off the offending garment that was blocking access to my favorite place in the world. I had shrugged my shoulders and she simply rolled her eyes and kissed me, grumbling something under her breath about cavemen.

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I stood to the side at the airport in Belfast watching Ridge and other wrestlers sign autographs for fans. Several had been on the same flight as us and a group had met us at the gate, eager to see their favorite wrestlers outside the ring. My heart melted when a little boy wearing a too big Brawling Brutes shirt posed with Ridge flexing his muscles.

“It makes you wonder huh?” I jumped and turned, squealing when Isabella appeared at my side, nodding towards the cameras and smiling faces.

Pulling her into a hug I looked at her in confusion. “Makes you wonder what?”

“What they’d be like as a father.” I blushed at her response, looking down.

That was totally not what I was thinking about. “Are you and Stephen thinking about it?” I nudged her shoulder.

“Not for a few years, but he’d be a great dad. I think Ridge would be too.” Isabella nudged me back, waving at Sheamus who had spotted her.

“I think we are a ways away from having children, we haven’t been dating that long or talked about marriage.” I watched Ridge when I responded. He now had a little girl on his shoulder posing for a picture.

Isabella snorted in response, drawing my attention back to her. “You may not have talked about it, but I see the way you look at each other. Especially when you think no one is watching. You’ve both got it bad.” she winked, turning her attention to the approaching men now that the crowd has dissipated.

“When did you get here, love?’ Stephen pulled Isabella into a tight hug and kiss while Ridge reached for our bags.

“My plane landed about an hour ago, I followed the crowd to your gate.” she giggled in response, nodding her head at Ridge. “Hey Ridge, here you’ve kidnapped my cousin.”

Ridge shrugged and pulled me close. “Turns out I'm not very good at being away from her.”

“Alright don’t get them started on that or we’ll miss our bus to the hotel.” Sheamus barked, pulling Isabella along though she shot me a raised eyebrow over her shoulder.

The show in Belfast was a hard hitting victory for the Brawling Brutes over Hit Row. I almost felt bad for Hit Row, the fans were clearly on the side of their fellow countrymen. Sheamus and Ridge had made plans to drive to the next show. We had an extra day between shows and it allowed Isabella and I to see more of the country.

Sitting on the chair in our room, I snorted at a section in the book I was editing, causing Ridge to look at me from where he was shaving in the bathroom.

“Is it the boob guy again?” he wiggled his eyebrows in reference to one of my authors who had no idea how to describe women’s anatomy. Then proceeded to wash his face off.

I laughed in response, “no this is just the third time i’ve read this trend and I just don’t get it. Let me show you. Come here” I placed the paperwork down and stood to beckon him towards me. “Okay so in the book a girl might be looking down or looking away, she's distraught or for whatever reason and the guy gets his finger”

“Oh?” Ridge raised his eyebrow with a grin, “and?”

“And he lifts her chin up like…like look at me. You know? Think sexy.” I illustrated, using my finger on my own chin.

“Sexy? I ooze sexy. I got this. Let me try.” He rolled his shoulder and cracked his neck while I stifled a giggle “okay, stand over there” he pointed to the wall behind me. “Ready?”

I nodded, biting my lip to keep from laughing. I leaned against the wall and looked down. I felt him approach and place one arm above my head, his body heat easily reaching me from the small space between us. His other hand slowly lifted my chin to look at him. His nose gently pressed against mine when I met his eyes and I realized why this trend was used. The gleam in his eyes when he met mine before glancing down at my lips made my breath hitch and I was suddenly very aware that he was only wearing shorts and the solid expanse of muscle that was his chest was pressing into me. My knees buckled slightly but Ridge caught me easily, a grin spreading across his face.

“Where you going?” His hands wrapped around my thighs and pulled me up his body. “Where you going huh?” I laughed, wrapping my legs around his waist as he turned towards the bed. “You’re coming with me.”

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Lyssa was radiating nervousness beside me. We were backstage at the Manchester show, waiting in the parking lot behind the arena for my family to arrive. She hadn’t stopped fidgeting with her clothes since we arrived. I grabbed her hand, giving it a comforting squeeze when I saw their car pull in and headed over to it.

“Ridgey!!” my mum yelled the second she exited the car and I wrapped her in a hug, Lyssa waiting off to the side. She fussed over me for a second before my dad got around the car and clapped me on the back.

I hugged him in return before turning to grab Lyssa’s hand and pull her forward. “Mum, Dad, this is Lyssa Hutchinson.”

Mum rushed forward and pulled her into a hug. Lyssa seemed shocked at first but hugged her back with a shy smile in my direction. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ridge has told us so much about you!”

“It’s an honor to meet you as well” Lyssa replied, shaking my dad’s hand when mum released her. “I’m very happy to be here.”

“We’re glad to have you, and get to see Ridge’s show in person. We haven’t been to once since Clash at the Castle.” Mum wrapped her arm through Lyssa’s. “Are Stephen and Peter here? I’d like to say hi before the show.” She started heading towards the door with Lyssa in tow, dad and I followed.

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“No, no, I can’t possibly eat anymore.” Lyssa laughed as mum tried to share the chocolate dessert with her. They had become friends quickly. Dad told me they talked the entire show and then proceeded to scream louder than anyone during their match. “Excuse me, I have to visit the restroom” Lyssa pressed a kiss to my cheek before leaving the table. I watched her until she turned the corner to the restroom only to look back and find my parents watching me.

“I think you’ve got yourself a real good one son.” Dad grinned, nodding his head in the direction Lyssa had gone.

“I know, she’s amazing in every way.” I agreed. I looked at mum who was still watching me. “You ok?”

“She’s the one isn’t she?” her eyes welled up a little and I cleared my throat.

Nodding my head, I grinned. “Ya mum, she’s my heart.”

“I couldn’t ask for anyone better.” she replied, smiling at Lyssa when she came back to the table.

#micole writes things now #the day before you #ridge holland #ridge holland smut #ridge holland x ofc #smackdown

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thee-morrigan · 3 years

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petals for armor

more self-indulgence, this time with less smut and more of holland trying to intellectualize her emotions. for @wayhavensummer week 3, day 4: flowers.

fandom: the wayhaven chronicles pairing: nate sewell x holland townsend wc: ~1.6k (...i'm being weirdly consistent here) rating: T content warnings: (mostly indirect) references to self-injury; references to death/dying (abstract - no one dies here, promise!); mentions of unspecified mental illness (emphasis on feelings of depression and dissociation) notes/summary: during the month between Books 2 and 3, Holland gets a new tattoo, and reflects on scars old and new. [also on ao3]

“I guess it seemed like an appropriate coping mechanism,” she shrugged in his arms, extending one of her own and tracing a fingertip along the barest hint of ridged skin underneath the riot of flowers coloring her forearms.

“How do you mean?” he asked, his voice barely loud enough to stir the fluff of mussed tendrils curling around her face, a pale gold fan across his chest. It was too warm to be this close, for this much skin-to-skin contact, shared body heat. Too warm to not be as close as possible at the same time.

“Have you ever felt like…” she trailed off for a moment, considering, and then for a moment longer, appreciating how far she could extend the pause. One of the things she liked best about Nate (and, gods, there were so many things vying for ‘best-liked’ with Nate) was his patience with her silence. He was so willing to let the long pauses sit, giving them their space to occupy without disturbing them with interruptions or demands, not adding to their weight or trying to lighten them for the sake of his own comfort.

She pressed the side of her face more firmly against his chest like a hug, thinking. How to explain in a way that might almost make sense of the feeling-notfeeling of too much and not enough at the same time.

Of wanting to feel more, and nothing, and everything.

And then trying to reconcile that want. That deep, driving hunger.

Then again, she thought, maybe he would know exactly what she meant. She thought of that awful moment at the carnival, the bloody, stormy images in the hall of mirrors, how pensive, how drawn Nate had seemed afterward. Her heart did a painful, jerky little clench in her chest at the memory.

“Like,” she started finally, “your mind has been…weaponized against you? It’s hard to think of how to describe it now, because it’s been so long since I’ve felt that without knowing the words for it.”

Another pause.

“I mean, I know what it is now, of course. The feeling, I mean. It’s being overwhelmed and empty at the same time and not having the skills to process those feelings in the moment.”

“That sounds very clinical.”

“Well, my therapists have always said I have a talent for intellectualizing my emotions.” She grinned up at him, tilted her chin and stretched to press a kiss against the base of his throat.

“Anyway, at the time I didn’t know what to call it. I just wanted it out of me. Like my brain…like all my thoughts felt sharp. Like they would claw their way out of me one way or another. So I cut them out first, on my own terms. Sharp objects for sharp thoughts had a kind of poetic balance to it, I guess. Like I could excise them myself, maybe minimize the collateral damage. Cauterize the exit wound or something.”

She felt strangely tranquil as she relayed this to him. Thinking of the strange, quiet control needed to navigate that kind of emotional turbulence, the pound of flesh your most violent instabilities might demand, had demanded, of you. Felt lucid, a little clinically removed. Not nearly as concerned as she probably should be, considering she definitely sounded psychotic.

Sex hormones. That had to be it. They really do a number on your brain, she thought. All that oxytocin, running rampant. Promoting feelings of trust and generosity. Potent enough to make mothers love their newborns even in the wake of labor pains.

Potent enough to have you telling your still-new boyfriend the bloody details of your worst moments.

Anything you say in the hazy post-coital bubble should be considered equivalent to things you say when you’re drunk. Or at three in the morning.

Or drunk at three in the morning.

Emotionally fueled and questionably truthful. At best.

He wasn’t looking at her like she was crazy, though. He didn’t pull away, or look at her askance. Instead, he hummed into her hair, a mournful rumble pressed against the top of her head. Then he reached for her outstretched arm, tracing his fingers along the florid path hers had traveled moments before.

“But you covered them,” he said after a moment.

“I covered them. Well,” she paused, amended after a moment’s consideration: “I modified them. I made them prettier. I let them be pretty.” But that wasn’t right either. Not entirely. “No. No, not pretty.”

Paused again.

She wasn’t sure how to explain. Wasn’t sure what could be said that might make sense of the relationship between herself and the scars beneath his fingers, the delicate explosion of wildflowers curling across her arm, curves of half-furled petals stretching towards her elbow, intricate as any lacework. And the scars beneath them, contrastingly straight and pale, barely visible beneath the floral riot inked on top of them.

She had covered them.

And she had not.

She had let them become something...softer. Something prettier.

And she had not.

To cover often meant to conceal. Had she meant to conceal them, the old scars? To transform them into something else? To neutralize the streaks of raw anguish made flesh, make them something docile, comfortable to live with?

Yes, in a way.

And no. Coverage not as concealment but protection. Tattoos like armor over weak spots, over points most vulnerable to damage. Or like a wool coat, a softer kind of protection, just as solid against the cold. Like a blanket.

(Like a shroud.)

But how to begin to explain this?

“No, not pretty,” she said again, her voice low and thoughtful. “I didn’t…I didn’t want them to be softer, or to turn them into something they’re not.”

She paused again, let her mind wander a bit as Nate’s fingers continued their slow, looping path along her arm, the featherlight touch raising gooseflesh in its wake. Then she thought of cemeteries, and the flowers left there, dotting the grounds as abundantly as the goosebumps on her arms. Did the flowers adorning gravestones change them from what they were? Did they make the burial ground something kinder, more palatable than it was? Did they soothe the aching lack of someone, sweeten the bitter taste of loss? How many fragrant bouquets were needed to distract from the clenching pressure of love leftover with no one left to receive it?

Then for what purpose, those floral offerings? To honor the dead? Their memory? What use had they for flowers? She thought of the strange juxtaposition of living plants, fresh blossoms paired with the cold granite of stones for the dead. If not for honor, perhaps they were a reminder to the living.

Things live...until they do not.

And when they do not, life continues to bump along.

In spite of death. In spite of the scars it left behind, some (not the deepest) carved into the very earth, one last home built in the land upon which they’d always claimed refuge.

Flowers were just another life cut off, another death housed among the dead.

Tattoos were just another set of scars, layered among others.

“I think,” she said finally, “I think I just wanted to acknowledge them for what they were.”

He hummed against the top of her head again, but this time it sounded less like grief. His long fingers still cradled her forearm, thumb idly soothing a foxglove petal inked on the soft, thin skin near her wrist.

“This one’s new,” he noted, eyes following the path his fingers had been tracing. “Is it…?”

“Mhm,” she made a low noise of assent before he could finish the question. The tinge of grief had crept back into his voice, into the slight, nearly imperceptible tightening of his fingers on her wrist, at the allusion to Murphy, the memory of not being able to prevent the scars he’d left on Holland. Of knowing that the scar on her wrist was likely the least of them, given how little he knew she slept. She would have (in fact had, more than once) argued that she slept better with him there. He hadn’t shared that this intended reassurance only made him worry more about the nights he wasn’t.

He didn’t share that concern now, either. “It’s pretty. It looks like a foxglove — is it?”

Holland nodded. “It can raise the dead and it can kill the living. Or so they say.”

“Are you the dead or the living in this scenario?”

“Hmm,” She paused, feigning serious consideration. “Unclear.”

His hand still loosely circling her wrist, Nate slowly dragged both of their hands up to rest against her sternum, pressing gently, his larger hand engulfing her smaller one.

“Your heart seems to think you’re alive,” he said solemnly.

“Well, who ever said you could trust my heart?”

“I certainly hope you can,” His hand still covered hers, but his fingers had drifted, trailing — distractingly, Holland thought — up and down the inside curve of her breast. “If the foxglove’s working, I mean.”

And she has to close her eyes for a long moment to quell the bubble of laughter swelling in her chest. If he stretched his fingers any further, she wasn’t sure if she’d need the digitalis less or more than ever, given the erratic effect he kept having on her heart.

Which he probably knew, of course.

“I don’t think there’s any hope for a regular cardiac rhythm with you around,” she said dryly, the soft rumble of his laugh beneath her cheek more sensation than sound.

#she's Insufferable and I love her #(also bc *i* am insufferable. i dropped some fun historical facts ab flowers in the endnotes on ao3.)#wayhavensummer #the wayhaven chronicles #twc #katie writes things #maladaptive coping cw #mental illness cw #injury cw #ship: your entire heart #oc: holland townsend

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princessofguineapigs · 3 years

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Our New World | Todd Hewitt

Words: 1.6k

MINOR SPOILERS FOR THE CHAOS WALKING BOOK SERIES

ALL CHARACTERS 18+, SET SEVERAL YEARS AFTER MONSTERS OF MEN

The fluffiest most tooth-rotting fluffy smut. I wrote this for me, but I hope you enjoy and I hope you visualize a Todd who looks identical to Tom Holland while doing so.

Seeing Todd now, I wished I had Noise to open to him. To show him inside my mind’s eye so he’d understand what I wanted to do. His arms were around me and his warmth was my haven. I decided that now was the time to be brave and show him through actions what I wanted.

I wiggled out of his grasp so that I’d have enough room to do it. Part of me couldn’t believe I was about to go through with this, but this was Todd. My Todd. He was my whole world. And I was his.

I lifted my shirt, tugging it up over my head and dropping it to the ground.

“Viola?” Todd asked in voice and Noise.

Next, I did away with my pants and my undergarments. Todd blushed and began to turn away, but I called out for him to wait.

“Todd, it’s okay. This is for you. I want you to see.”

And he did see. I could see him looking in his Noise. Looking at me. And in his Noise I was so much more than me. I was--

I was --

Beautiful.

Todd drank in my image and his Noise flashed a dozen shades of pink. In his Noise I looked exactly like me, but filtered. Filtered through Todd so that all my imperfections were made perfect. It wasn’t that they were erased. Every part of me was there down to the freckle on my stomach. But these imperfections were surrounded by a haze of love and adoration. And then embarrassment. Todd’s embarrassment was palpable even without Noise.

I reached out for him and beckoned him closer. Even through Todd’s baggy pants, it was clear that he had gotten excited. But my sweet Todd seemed unsure of what it meant or what he should do. His Noise flashed feelings of shame when he noticed that I had noticed.

I reached up to touch his face. “It’s okay, Todd.” Ever so hesitantly, he touched mine back. And his Noise said, “Perfect. Angel. VIOLA.” And then it was filled with images of memories. Memories of the Noise of other men thinking about --

Thinking about --

Todd swept me into his arms and carried me like when I was wounded. Carried me right over to the bed in the corner of the room. He laid me down, tenderly, like I was made of glass, then drew back, sitting on his heels on the edge of the mattress.

“You can touch me, Todd,” I said.

Todd reached out his callused hand and touched my shoulder, then my collarbone, tracing his finger over the curves and ridges. And his Noise said, “Soft.” I lifted my own hand and ran it over his right arm. He was lithe and muscular and if I had Noise, it would have said, “Strong.”

He looked at me like I was the only person in the world that mattered. His eyes were full of love. A love that was pure and unconditional. He lifted my hand to his mouth and kissed each of my fingertips. Then he lowered himself to his elbows, right over top of me. And he kissed my lips. I could feel him savoring the taste and I vowed to memorize how soft his lips were and how musky his scent was. It was clear that Todd meant to cherish every second of this.

Our lips moved together as we kissed more passionately, more protectively, not possessive, but giving. Giving ourselves to each other. Todd sat up and removed his shirt. I was powerless to do anything but stare. He leaned back down over top of me and started kissing my face. “I love you,” he said with his voice.

“I love you, Todd.” His kisses poured down my jaw and my chin to my neck and my shoulder and my chest at the very top. “I ain’t ever gonna hurt you, Viola,” he said, looking into my eyes. I recaptured his lips and threaded a hand through his hair. Our kisses got more desperate and I found myself fumbling to undo his pants. Todd helped me, relinquishing his hold on my face to tug them down. His thumbs went inside the waistband of his underwear and he looked to me for confirmation. “These too?” he asked.

I nodded. And if there was any doubt as to whether Todd was a boy or a man, it was clear now. His manhood stood tall against his taut stomach, flushed at the tip and anointed by a clear pearl of liquid.

Now that we were both exposed, there was a sort of nervousness in the air. There was no awkwardness, though. With Todd, everything felt right. “Are you cold?” he asked, observing my hardened nipples. “A bit, but I’ll be warmer with you closer.”

Todd laid down beside me and pulled me into his chest. His skin was hot and comforting and I pressed myself into his body. Todd kissed my forehead and when I looked up he was smiling down at me. Like it was any other day. Like we weren’t about to do something huge. He looked at me with all the love and tenderness that he showed to me every second. It calmed me. And I reached between his legs.

He shuddered at my touch initially, unfamiliar with what I was doing. His face showed alarm that melted into pleasure after a few strokes of me pumping my hand over his impressive length. My thumb snatched up the dew drop of his arousal and I spread it over the tip.

“Viola,” he whispered and his voice was yearning. “Viola.” He clutched at me. His hands slid from my waist to the underside of my breasts, then stopped.

“Go ahead,” I told him. He slowly, carefully, moved his large hands over the pillowy flesh. His touch was rough, but tender and when he thumbed over my nipples, I felt my nether region moisten. Todd’s pupils were blown wide as he kneaded my tissue and I made a sound I’d never heard myself make. My sweet, perfect Todd stopped immediately, thinking he had hurt me. “No, it’s good,” I said. “I like it.”

Todd’s face reddened. “I like it, too.” I wasn’t sure if he meant the feeling of my breasts or the way I was stroking him, but I had a hunch it was both. Todd moved to kiss me again and I opened my mouth this time to invite him in. Instinctively, he slid his tongue between my lips. As he did this, he rolled himself to be on top of me and I momentarily let go of his member.

It didn’t matter because his hands got bolder along with his tongue. A work-roughened finger touched the petals of my womanhood. He parted them with his thick digit. Todd pushed his finger inside me and gave a few experimental pumps. I moaned partially to encourage him and partially because it felt good. Todd went back to showering me in kisses while he moved his finger in and out.

I whimpered when Todd’s thumb brushed the little button above my opening. “Need you, Todd,” I breathed out. “I need you, too,” Todd said as he laid his body between my legs and lined himself up.

Todd looked deep into my eyes as he pushed his tip through my opening and let out a prayer-like “Viola.” His Noise swelled with feeling and color. There was a bit of discomfort between my legs, but Todd cradled me in his arms, surrounding me in warmth. He kissed me again as he entered me fully and his Noise said “I love you.”

The discomfort must have shown on my face because Todd paused his movements. He held my face in his hands, balancing on his forearms. “We don’t gotta do this,” Todd said. “I know,” I said. “But I want to. I want to do this. With you. Right now.”

Todd moved again, drawing himself out and sheathing himself in my velvet passage over and over. Sounds of pleasure spilled from his lips and I found that I adored them, especially when they mingled with my name. My Todd, my sweet Todd deserved this and it brought me joy to give it to him.

“So pretty,” he groaned. “So so pretty. My pretty Viola. My soft Viola. Feel so effing good.” Only he doesn’t say effing.

He was right, though. It did feel good now that the discomfort had eased. It felt better than good. It felt like the whole of the planet united, with us at the core and our love spreading out to the entire world. Todd rocked back and forth and back and forth and my heat tingled and clenched and suddenly, suddenly, a new feeling crashed over me with the enormity of the ocean. It was powerful and all-consuming and my mind went blank except for the word ‘Todd.’ Because Todd was all that existed in the whole universe.

His hips stuttered and I was vaguely aware of his member throbbing inside me as I came out of my haze. Todd rutted a few more times and then he moaned out a sensual “Viola!” before biting his lip and releasing inside me. Todd rested his sweaty forehead on mine as he lowered his body gently, careful not to put his full weight on me.

We held each other for a long time, intertwined limbs, still connected at our lower halves with hearts beating in sync. When we caught our breath, Todd withdrew and a sticky liquid dribbled from between my thighs. Ever thoughtful, he pulled a rag from his knapsack and began to clean me. His touch was as gentle as all the times he’d bandaged me and I was reminded of that fact that Todd and I would always take care of each other.

This was our New World. This was our Forever.

#todd hewitt #viola eade #todd hewitt smut #tiola #tiola smut #tiola imagine #chaos walking #chaos walking fanfiction #tom holland

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Show Stopper | Adam Cole *NSFW*

❛❛ Ok well I'm a slut for smut so 😂😂 idk whether to do a tag team/title win with Adam or morning sex with him. What do you think? ❤❜❜- @lookalivesunshine-x

Pairings: Adam Cole x Fem!Reader

Featuring: Adam Cole, Y/n (Reader), Bobby Fish, Kyle O’Reilly, Roderick Strong, Ridge Holland, Pete Dunne, Mercedes Martinez

Summary: Adam and y/n are the first-ever mixed tag team champs in WWE. Adam rewards her for the pin.

WARNINGS: fighting, wrestling, smut, sex, celebration sex, errors I missed, questionable smut writing, oral (female receiving)

Word Count: 1773

A/N: Got an Adam Cole or WWE request? Send it in!

“Come on, y/n, you can do it,” Adam spoke. Trying to encourage you.

But Mercedes had you in a hold that you couldn’t get out of. No matter how hard you tried to reach your hand out to Adam, you never succeeded.

Adam tried to motivate you, stomping his foot. Motioning his arm up and down. the rest of the era boys motivation you.

Adam quickly slipped into the ring. Going over to Mercedes and you. shoving her off of you. Adam quickly rushed to your side. Checking to see if you were okay.

Mercedes glared at Adam. Ridge quickly got in the ring, going over to Adam, while Mercedes shoved Adam.

“Who do you think you are? Coming into the ring, and shoving me,” She yelled. Adam got up. Glaring at her.

“I’m Adam Cole, baybay,” He shouted. Giving her a cocky smile. While she glared at him. Adam didn’t realize that Ridge was coming over until it was too late. Ridge’s fist connected with Adam’s jaw, shocking Adam. Adam grabbed his jaw. Before he could crane his neck to look at Ridge. Ridge pushed him into the ropes. Sending Adam through the ropes, and onto the ground.

Kyle, Bobby, and Roddy quickly rushed to Adam’s side. Ridge got out of the ring. Striding over to Adam. The ref gave Kyle, Bobby, and Roddy a warning, as they held their hands up in front of them. Parting away from Adam. Ridge towered above Adam. Crouching slightly as he grabbed a fistful of Adam’s hair. Yanking him up by his hair. Adam uppercut Ridge. Making Ridge stumble back.

Mercedes was too invested in what was happing between Ridge and Adam not noticing that you were on your feet and behind her. You spun her around to face you. before she could react, you poked her in the eyes with your thumbs. Catching her off guard. She put her hands over her eyes. While Vic let out an Oh, and Barret just chuckled, praising you.

The ref turned around when you super kicked her. Making her fall on the mat. You quickly covered her. Grabbing behind her knee and lifting it. Putting all your weight on her, as well, as your elbow in her face.

The ref counted to three. Signalling the timekeeper to ring the bell.

“And the winner, and new mixed tag team champions, Adam Cole and Y/n, The Undisputed Era,” Alicia Taylor announced, as the Undisputed Era theme entrance came on.

Adam and the boys rushed into the ring. Going over to you. Adam wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to him. Kissing the top of your head. The rest of the boys congratulating Adam and you.

“I love you, so much, I am very proud of you,” Adam beamed. Kissing your forehead.

“We did it,” You beamed. Craning your neck to look at him. Adam smiled proudly at you.

Roddy grabbed the mixed tag team championship belts off of the referee, giving the ref a cold stare. Roddy handed them to Adam, as the two of you got up.

Adam quickly put one of the mixed tag team championships around your waist, then put his mixed tag team championship around his waist. Grabbing your wrist and raising it in the air. Smiling proudly at you.

Kyle grabbed your other wrist, raising it. While Roddy went on Adam’s side holding his arm up.

“We told you,” Roddy yelled. As Bobby stood beside Roddy.

“That’s right,” Bobby responded.

Adam let go of your wrist, wrapping his arm around your waist, and pulling you closer to his side. Kissing the top of your head repeatedly.

Kyle hugged your side, while Roddy and Bobby joined in. turning it into a group hug.

After a while of hugging, Adam, Bobby, Kyle, Roddy and you exited the ring and walked up the ramp.

Going through the curtains. Triple H, Shawn Michaels, and other crew members congratulate, Adam and you on the win.

It was all a blur, posing for photoshoots with the mixed tag team championships, and interviews, you were exhausted.

You fell onto the couch in the locker room you shared with the boys. Letting out a groan. Taking your wrestling boots off, as well as your socks.

Adam, huddled closer to Kyle, Bobby, and Roddy, whispering something to them in a low voice. You narrowed your eyes at them wondering what they were whispering about.

Kyle, Roddy, and Bobby looked over at you, smirks on their lips.

“We’ll see the both of you at the bar,” Kyle spoke. Smiling at you, as he walked out of the room. Roddy and Bobby winked in your direction, making you arch your eyebrow. Tilting your head, as you looked at Adam.

Adam locked the door. Turning around to face you.

“I’m so proud of you,” Adam spoke. Walking over to you. taking the tape off of his wrists.

“Well, I couldn’t have done it without you,” You responded.

Adam stood in front of you. smirking down at you. Your breath hitched, as he climbed on top of you. his hands cupping your jawline, as his lips pressed against yours passionately. Eyes fluttering closed.

“Let me reward you,” Adam spoke, as he pulled away from the kiss with every word. Making your breath hitch again.

Adam’s hands trailed down your body to your hips. Pressing his covered bulge against your pelvis. Making you let out a tiny moan, into the kiss. Getting wetter. An ache forming in your heat. Your fingers raking through his disheveled hair. Kissing each other feverishly.

Adam slipped his fingers underneath the waistband of your booty shorts. Slowly pulling it down.

You gasped as you felt Adam’s index finger and middle finger slip inside of you. Head tilting back. You broke the kiss. Adam smirked. slipping his finger in and out of you, at a slow rate.

Leaving feverish kisses along your jawline, as he fingered you at a painstaking rate.

“Faster…Please…” You begged. Making Adam smirk against your jawline. Trailing kisses to your neck.

Sucking harshly leaving love bites on your neck. Your fingers gripping his hair tightly.

Adam fastened his pace, thrusting his index and middle finger in and out of your core. Your hands slipped away from his hair, going down to grip his shoulders. Mouth a gap. Eyes closed. As a wave of pleasure coursing through your body.

Adam trailed his lips down to your collarbone, leaving a litter of love bites on your collarbone. His free hand going down between where he and you were connected. Placing the pad of his thumb on your clit, rubbing your clit. Making you let out a loud moan. Toes curling. Adam smirked against your collarbone.

Slowing his pace. Making you whine. Adam trailed searing kisses up your neck, towards your earlobe.

“Your pussy feels so good. Your walls tightening around my fingers,” He purred into your ear.

Adam fastened his pace again. Bringing you closer to your orgasm.

Adam moaned into your ear. This caused you to orgasm. Body trembling as you came on his fingers. Walls tightening around his fingers. Eyes rolling to the back of your head. Toes curling. Adams hot breath fanning in your ear.

“Adam,” You moaned loudly.

Adam thrusted his fingers into you one last time before pulling his fingers out.

Adam pulled away, sitting in between your legs.

You watched him through glazed eyes, as he brought his two fingers that were coated in your cum up to his lips. Parting his lips, he put his index and middle finger in his mouth. sucking your cum off of his fingers, all the while looking at you with lust-filled eyes. Your breath hitched, as you clenched your thighs together, as a dull ache formed in between your legs. Adam smirked.

Taking his fingers out of his mouth. Adam stood up. Taking his trunks off. His cock sprung up. Your eyes wandering down to look at his cock. Clenching your thighs together tightly. Adam smirked, as he crawled on top of you. making your breath hitch. His eyes looking intently into your eyes.

His hands cupped your jawline. Lowering his head down to yours. Lips touching yours. Kissing you passionately.

One of Adam’s hands let go of your jaw gong down to grab his shaft. He aligned his tip with your entrance.

Adam entered you without so much as a warning. Penetrating into you. Making you let out a loud gasp then a loud moan.

Adam let out a loud moan, as your walls tightened around his cock.

Adam’s hands went to the bottom of your sports bra. Pulling it up, and over your head, discarding it to the side.

His hands grabbing your boobs. Groping them, as he thrusted in and out of you at a fast pace. Your hands gripped his back. Fingernails digging into his skin. Wrapping your legs around his waist. The back of your heels digging into his ass.

Both of you moaning loudly.

Adam pulled away from the kiss. Trailing kisses to your neck.

Adam buried his head into the crook of your neck. Sucking on the skin, as he fastened his thrusts.

Tilting your head back. Eyes squeezing shut, as waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Toes curling. Walls clenching around Adam’s cock. Making Adam grunt. Grabbing your boobs roughly.

Both of you getting closer to releasing.

“Come, babe,” Adam commanded into the crook of your neck,

Adam let go of one of your boobs, going down to were him and you were connected. Putting his thumb on your clit. Running your clit in circular motions.

This caused your orgasm to arise. intense waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Feeling the familiar sensation form in the pit of your stomach. Fingernails digging into his back.

Adam felt his climax coming with every thrust your walls tightened around his cock, he felt himself slowly coming closer to releasing.

“Adam,” You moaned. Eyes rolling to the back of your head, as you orgasmed. Adam climaxed the same time you released, your walls tightening around him was just too much. His cock convulsing as he spilled his warm seed inside of you.

Adam collapsed on top of you. still inside of you. His cock softening inside of you.

Adam pressed his sweaty body against your sweaty body. Breathing heavily. Trailing feather-light kisses along your neck then jawline.

“We should take a shower, and get dressed, then meet up with the boys,” You spoke through labored breath.

Adam smiled against your jawline.

“Or we could stay here and have round two?” Adam suggested. Making you smirk…

#wwe x reader #adam cole x reader #wwe smut #adam cole smut #wwe #adam cole

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merakiaes · 4 years

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WHAT I CURRENTLY WRITE AND DON’T WRITE

PAYMENT - COMMENTS EQUALS NEW CONTENT (PLEASE READ)

(Characters and fandoms for which requests are open are below the cut so if you don’t want to read the guidelines, you can just scroll down there. However, I do recommend you to at least skim through the “I don’t write”-section to make it easier for both of us!)

(IF YOU WANT TO REQUEST ME TO GIVE YOU A SHIP, SEE THIS SEPARATE POST)

MY ONLY RULE:

If you make a request, anonymous or not, you have to leave a comment on your fic. (Read more about why here.) Even better would be if you reblogged it to help get my work out to more readers!, but I will settle with a comment if you, for some reason, don’t want to reblog.

This means there should always be a minimum of one comment under every requested fic I post - if I see that this isn’t being followed, I’m going to stop writing requests. Simple as that.

With that said, don’t bother requesting if you’re not ready to make this exchange because that’s just unpaid work.

I DON’T WRITE:

Smut.

Songfics.

Headcanons.

Specified and inappropriate/illegal age gaps. Example, an underage student and an adult teacher.

Specified body types.

Body image issues & ED’s.

Male reader.

POC reader.

Specified physical features. (Hair colors, eye colors, etc.)

I try to stay as neutral to physical appearance as I possibly can so that everyone gets an equal chance at emerging themselves into the role, no matter the reader’s ethnicity, height, build, and so on.

Writing plus size!reader and writing about eating disorders and body immage issues is too triggering for me as I, myself, struggle with body dysmorphia on a daily basis.

TO THINK ABOUT WHEN REQUESTING:

Don’t be too vague with your request. For example, a request asking for a fic where “the reader is a character x’s sister”, or "the reader is shy” or”sassy”, is not enough for me to go on. I need a scenario, a plot, an action, an endgame, or a dialogue prompt.

Contrary to the previous point; don’t make requests with too much detail or too long of a timeline, either. I don’t have the energy nor time to write requests that are spread out over eternity and that would end up being as long as a novel.

When requesting prompts from my prompt-lists, ALWAYS include the number and name of the list, not just the quote. The lists you can request for are the following:

Fluff Angst Smut Kiss Hug Common tropes

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Keep in mind all that is written above, and feel free to send several requests if you want to guarantee that you get at least one of them done - some things are easier to write than others and I always appreciate having requests to pick from depending on my mood and current motivation.

Requests are currently open for the following fandoms and characters. Please send in requests!

CRIMINAL MINDS

Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

Luke Alvez

Emily Prentiss

Penelope Garcia

Matt Simmons

Will LaMontagne

Clyde Easter

MARVEL

Tony Stark

Steve Rogers

Peter Parker (Tom Holland & Andrew Garfield)

Loki Laufeyson

Scott Lang

Bucky Barnes

Stephen Strange

Jack Thompson

Bruce Banner

Eddie Brock

Helmut Zemo

Darcy Lewis

Daniel Sousa

Logan Howlett

Natasha Romanoff

Sam Wilson

Nathan Summers

Pietro Maximoff (Aaron Taylor-Johnson)

TWILIGHT

Paul Lahote

Leah Clearwater

Edward Cullen

Charlie Swan

Mike Newton

TEEN WOLF

Derek Hale

Jordan Parrish

Peter Hale

STAR WARS

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Kylo Ren

Ben Solo

Armitage Hux

Anakin Skywalker

Poe Dameron

Padmé Amidala

Young Han Solo

STRANGER THINGS

Steve Harrington

Billy Hargrove

Jim Hopper

REIGN

Sebastian “Bash” de Poitiers

Leith Bayard

Louis Condé

James Stewart

Darnley

Prince Henri

Claude

Mary Stuart

THE WITCHER

Geralt of Rivia

Jaskier

PRISON BREAK

Lincoln Burrows

Alexander Mahone

KONG: SKULL ISLAND

James Conrad

Reg Slivko

Earl Cole

TRANSFORMERS

William Lennox

Sam Witwicky

Robert Epps

DIVERGENT

Eric Coulter

Peter Hayes

Tobias Eaton

HARRY POTTER

Fred Weasley

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George Weasley

Cedric Diggory

Remus Lupin (young & adult)

Hermione Granger

Bill Weasley

Ron Weasley

Neville Longbottom

Severus Snape

GAME OF THRONES

Sandor Clegane

Jorah Mormont

Edd Tollett

Jon Snow

Gendry Baratheon

Jaime Lannister

Sansa Stark

TRIPLE FRONTIER

Ben Miller

William “Ironhead” Miller

Francisco “Catfish” Morales

Santiago “Pope” Garcia

Tom “Redfly” Davis

PEAKY BLINDERS

Tommy Shelby

Arthur Shelby

John Shelby

Finn Shelby

Alfie Solomons

Ada Shelby

PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN

James Norrington

Will Turner

Jack Sparrow

THE HAUNTING OF HILL HOUSE

Luke Crain

Steve Crain

Theo Crain

MISCELLANEOUS

Dan Torrence (Doctor Sleep)

Detective David Loki (Prisoners)

Floyd Lawton (Arrow)

Smitty Ryker (Hacksaw Ridge)

Captain James Nicholls (War Horse)

Sam Drake (Uncharted)

Daryl Dixon (The Walking Dead)

Rick Flag (Suicide Squad)

Nathan Prescott (Life Is Strange)

Sweet Pea (Riverdale - first season only)

Jace Wayland (The Mortal Instruments, 2013)

Murtagh Morzansson (Eragon)

Jason Lee Scott (Power Rangers, 2017)

Jesse Zeklos (Vampire Academy)

Matt Campbell (The Haunting in Connecticut)

Nick Jones (House of Wax)

Ludovica Storti (Baby)

Reid Garwin (The Covenant)

Tyler Simms (The Covenant)

Fezco (Euphoria)

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