Afterglow | Tom Holland.

Afterglow | Tom Holland.

summary: basically what I’m trying to say - our Tommy baby taking care of his drunk girlfriend #bestboyfriendaward - #fightme

an: I wrote this one at the beginning of 2017 and I’m obviously v shy about it because that’s where I decided I’m gonna write my shit in English and as I’m looking back at it while it’s almost the end of 2019 my dumb ass is like “wow gurl, you were dumb but now you actually know your English little more good job,” 

To say that Tom considered himself to be the best boyfriend in the world, would be for sure an understatement. That compassion he possessed for his girlfriend that certainly overpowering the constant and uninterrupted desire to sleep on his day off, but, the moment he got a call, everything around him goes into the second plan and into oblivion, just for her, 

Because he knows that it’s not an ordinary matter wherever your girlfriend can celebrate her freshly passed exams, and he’s convinced that it’s certainly not regular matter where he’s able to watch the love of his life in such a drunken and cute mood, 

Noticing how she can barely stand on her own two feet as he succeeds in recognizing her silhouette from across the street. It’s not hard to find her among the crowd of people, right in front of the entrance of the local city club.  She’s standing in the midst of her group of friends that Tom knows either personally or out of the stories she told him of, but the most important thing he’s willing to trust them to take good care of her when he’s not around to do that,  

“Baby,” it’s all it takes to finally get her attention. She’s able to identify his voice in the midst of the crowd while being intoxicated without a problem as if she hadn’t seen him in weeks. Her eyes are wide, they’re almost sparkling with utter adoration, kinda like the eyes of a child when it sees their favorite toy. Her face is beautifully illuminated by the neon lights hung outside the building, her face adorned with a soft lazy smile and her hands are already drawn into his direction - a well-known sight that she wants some deserved cuddles now, 

The moment her chest collides with his much taller and stabilized form, Tom has to hold onto her sides securely to prevent her from tripping down on her high heels, even when her full weight lies on his chest Tom is able to put a thumb on her cheek and angle her head back to precisely observe every inch of her face, much more to her dismay, 

“No–” she’s protesting “I wanna cuddle you,” she’s on a full mode whining now, like a spoiled child, turning her head away from him. Fingers clinging into his arms as she’s pushing her head towards his chest,

“Love. You’re drunk, let me check on you,” Tom murmured gently, not bothered with her behavior, one of his arms clings onto her side while the other strokes the side of her cheek again,

“I’m drunk in love Tommy,” she murmured faintly, warmth spreading across his heart as she encircles her arms around his neck this time, trying to stay in a vertical position,

“Love.” he started again trying his best to hold back a laugh. “God, you’re so cute. Let me take you home,” he murmured under his breath rather to himself than her,

With one last look, that certainly means “thank you” designed for her best friends. He’s scooping her up into his arms trying to speed up the process of getting her home, he’s mentally thanking God that his girlfriend decided to wear jeans tonight as her legs immediately wrap themselves around the back of his thighs to leisurely hung there the whole journey to the car, 

She’s practically hanging on him, her arms lazily wrapped around his wide arms, while her fingertips gently massage the soft skin on his back through the material of his shirt, then she’s spreading her fingers across the nape of his neck sending pleasurable chills right through his body as she uncontrollably leans closer to him, seeking for warmth. Her breath is strangely pleasant when it’s mixed with the night-chilled air. He still has to hold onto the back of her thigh’s because it’s that thing of hers again when she doesn’t feel like she wants to do anything to cooperate, 

“What are you, woman?” 

Tom murmurs under his breath the moment he let her enter his apartment. They’re still not living together -  due to some frivolous circumstances she refuses to live there when he’s not really around that much do to his full-time job as an actor, 

“Please, don’t hurt yourself,” Tom requested after her the moment she disappeared from his dight. Even though she knows her ay around his flat like the back of her hand, he still cannot stop worrying about her safety when she’s that drunk,

“No baby. Not the couch,” he exclaimed over her when he finally joined her back in the living room, her feet propped up on the brown cushion of the couch with her head falling down from the comfortable seats, her hair splayed all over the floor under her, 

“Do you even know what time it is?” Tom arched his brow at her in question, one of his hands gripping the side of her ankle and tugging her back so she can comfortably and fully spread across the seat now,

“It’s-I wanna fucking cuddle o’clock-” she sang under her nose, “Now, c’ mere and give me my kiss,” her eyes are visibly dropping shut from the tiredness she must be getting to her just now, 

“I’m gonna cuddle you in our bed upstairs,” he wrapped his hands around her much smaller ones, outlining their fingers together and tightening them into a stronghold just to drag her up into a sitting position, 

“It seems so weird when you call it that way,” she protests when Tom has to practically lean over her silhouette to scoop her up again. She’s tired now. Her head falling off his shoulder every few seconds as he makes his way upstairs,

“Don’t fall asleep now,” he’s warning her softly, leaning his lips closer to her ear as she instantly murmuring something completely incomprehensible back at him,

“I want to talk with you,” she declares, the moment her bum bounce on Tom comfortable bed mattress,

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah,” she assured him the moment she finds herself splayed on the bed, he’s quick to work on the straps of her heels as drops them on the floor near his closet doors not even a minute later, it feels like she’s drowning in the soft cushion of his bed as Tom takes care of those tight jeans, gently sliding them down her smooth legs and right onto the floor near the rest of her wardrobe,

“So talk to me baby,” he’s trying his best to hitch her with a conversation, in the meantime trying to interest her with a water bottle and the content of it,

“Like when are we gonna have a baby,” she’s obviously slurring through her words but Tom’s quick enough to catch up with the context to stop what he’s doing, a leisurely played smile work itself upon his mouth, there’s a million question running through his head,

“So you want my kids now?” he joked as he gets into the bed with her, the mattress and her dipping under the additional weight as he leans over her half-naked body,

“Thomas,” she’s looking straight into his eyes now, her facade full-on serious as if she’s not talking with him “I dreamed about our kids,” her eyes narrow when a chuckle is heard,

“Go on love, tell me,” he tugged at the material of her top, pulling it up, “arms up, baby,”

She closed her mouth again the moment the material of her top passed through his head, “Well, I hope they’ll be as pretty as you are,” she batted her eyelashes at him, 

Tom laughed  “You mean handsome?” 

She narrows her eyes at him, “Honey, it’s gonna be a baby girl,” she was dead serious now,

“Hold on,” Tom carefully pulled her up to a sitting position, arms circling around her back to unclasp her bra, “How do you know it’s gonna be a girl though?” 

“It’s your sperm what do you expect?” her eyes gazed at the material of his shirt, it did not divert his attention.

“You want it?” she nodded immediately. “Alright, princess,”

He let her stay on the bed, still encouraging her to talk about their future kids when he despaired in his conjoined bathroom looking for a makeup wipes. Even when she still did not agree to live with him her things were occupying the more generous part of the bathroom and sincerely Tom loved it,

“Hey babe,” she called him from her place on the bed, she was still in the same position he left her in. “Do you want to have a baby with me?”

“Sunshine, I would love to have a baby with you,” he whispered before giving her a small plastic package, that contained her makeup remover, 

“I’m so lucky to have you,” she whispered softly, love and adoration visible in her eyes as she drifts closer to him, cuddling into his side for a second,

“You have me, baby,” he assured her before kissing the side of her head softly, “You have all my love,”

im dying to hear what you think of this? 

Running, Freedom, Salvation (1/19)

Prompt: “Run, run, run. That’s all we ever do. All we’ve ever done.” You paused, feeling the wind brush through your hair. Taking a deep breath, steadied yourself and met his eyes. “Do you think it’ll finally stop?”

Maze Runner: one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight

Scorch Trials: one - two - three - four - five - six

Death Cure: one - two - three - four - five

A/N (2019/10/20): As of today, I will be editing and adding to each chapter weekly. Just overall trying to make the series better and more engaging. 

Please don’t plagiarize my work - I spend a lot of my time writing, copying and pasting destroys that. If you want to repost my work. please ask first - but even then I might say no.

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Word Count (before): 2,132 Word Count (now): 4,334

Based off of: The first three minutes of The Maze Runner (this was mainly made up on my part, to get the story started. Further parts will be more based off the movie and actual canon scenes).

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You feel like you’re drowning.

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Just to the Brink of Death

BBC Merlin

The reader is Arthur Pendragon’s sister

Episode: 2x05

Characters: Arthur, Merlin, Gaius, Uther, a troll, reader

Words: 2500

Warnings: Little bit of angst, physical fight, but nothing bad

A/N: Hey-hey-hey guys. Long time. I’ve been feeling really guilty about not writing SPN, but I haven’t had any time, inspiration or motivation. Then I decided to just write for my own enjoyment, and then I at least started writing again.

Recently I started watching BBC Merlin which is a great show. Recommend 10/10. I remembered how my mom sometimes watched it on TV closer to ten years ago and then I saw something about it online and decided to check it out. I fell in love and after this episode I got lots of inspiration to write so I did - and it turned into this. I thought that maybe someone who had seen Merlin would enjoy this, and if not, this is just a way to store the fic online in case my laptop dies (because sometimes I feel like it will - soon). Per usual - just ignore if you’re not interested.

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”So your great plan is to kill me?” Arthur questioned, his voice echoing through the room as he leaned against one of the pillars.You shifted where you stood, a concerned look on your face as you listened to your brother, his servant — and your friend — Merlin, and the court physician Gaius.

”No,” Merlin instantly objected, looking up from where he was making Arthur’s bed. ”Well — yes. Not exactly, Gaius has made a potion that gives the appearance of death, without the actual dying bit.”

You looked over at Gaius and he held up a bottle with liquid in it. Meanwhile, Arthur stared skeptically at Merlin, making a grimace.

”It’s fine,” Merlin said, ”there’s nothing to worry about, it’ll only bring you to the brink of death.”

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Masterlist

Smut*

Matthew Gray Gubler

Matthew Gray Gubler

One of Your French Boys* - Y/n is a struggling artist, and Matthew tries to get her inspired.

Character Work* - Y/n and Matthew need more tension on screen, and it gets hard for her to hide her crush.

Won’t Say I’m in Love - Y/n is in denial of the intense things Matthew makes her feel.

Too Good to Be True* - Working together after a one night stand makes Y/n and Matthew question what they really want.

The Real Thing* - Matthew learns about his girlfriends attraction to one of his characters.

Chip Taylor (68 Kill)

If You Still Want Me - Chip and the girl from the bar have an unexpected sleepover.

Spencer Reid

Physical - While on an undercover date, Y/n and Spencer seem to forget its fake.

Time Difference  - Y/n picks her boyfriend up from the airport after he’s been gone for weeks.

Never Be Alone - Spencer leaves early on a case to visit Y/n again.

Any Semblance of Touch - Spencer takes care of an injured Y/n, who begins to question her feelings.

Story Time* - Y/n feels neglected by her boyfriend, so she takes matters into her own hands.

Aphrodite* - Spencer reminds his insecure girlfriend of the goddess that she is.

Just My Friend* - Spencer is jealous of Y/n’s bond with Morgan, so he shows her who she belongs to.

Cat and Mouse* - Spencer’s focus is solely on a case, so Y/n makes a game out of distracting him.

Different Circles* - Spencer’s dating the lead singer of a band, and Emily struggles to understand how they ended up together.

Playing With Fire* - When Spencer talks about his hidden personalities, Y/n asks about his ‘dominant’ one.

Phantasmagoria* - Y/n is made aware of her feelings for Spencer after a dream.

Dress - Y/n’s feelings for Spencer come out when she has a little too much to drink at JJ’s wedding.

Rose Blooms* - Spencer and Y/n have a complicated relationship. When they meet again, they pick up where they left off.

Pregame Drinking* - After Y/n gets a little playful at the club, she and Spencer go for a ride.

The Whole Story - Spencer comforts his crying girlfriend, but she doesn’t tell him the whole reason why.

Homemade Banana Bread - The team finds out about Spencer’s crush on a local barista and they can’t help but tease.

Reconciliation* - Spencer and Y/n don’t get along, until one night they get together and… resolve their differences.

Heather (1) (2) (3)Y/n biggest secret is revealed when she’s kidnapped and forced to live stream her diary.

Umbrella Academy

Klaus Hargreeves

This Years Love* - Klaus meets someone at Grief Counselling and he feels guilty about how fast he’s moved on from his last love. He just hopes this one lasts.

Diego Hargreeves

Release The Kraken* - After Y/n gets hurt on a mission, Diego (and his knife) teach her how to listen.

Wrong Houses

part two

Pairing:  Draco x weasley!reader

Warnings: Ron being a little bi- okay but like I guess arguing if that counts

A/N: I guess readers age also implies being Ron’s twin so rip Molly

Summary: The Weasleys had always been put into Gryffindor… until you

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You had never been like your other family members, so your first day at Hogwarts was nerve wracking. You could remember it like it was yesterday, riding on the train with your brother and meeting Harry. You’d even remembered the argument you had with Draco when he started talking bad about your family. There was no doubt in your mind that you would have hit him if it weren’t for Ron pulling you back.

You sat down on the chair after Ron, and you squeezed your eyes shut hoping you’d get Gryffindor. Everyone in your family was a Gryffindor and you didn’t know what you’d do if you broke that cycle. 

“Gryffindor, Gryffindor, Gryffindor.” You mumbled over and over again, the hat seeming to take the longest on you than anyone else. Deep down you knew there was no chance you’d get Gryffindor, but that didn’t mean you wouldn’t beg to be put there anyway. The sorting hat teased you, going over all your thoughts, taking your true feelings into consideration instead of your need to be the same as your family. You could tell the hat was about to speak, and you held your breath. 

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three’s a crowd | DRACO MALFOY (smut)

Draco Malfoy x Reader

SUMMARY: draco and y/n fuck in the common room and when blaise interrupts, draco can’t find it in himself to stop. 

REQUESTED: omg could i please request a rough slytherin reader x draco smut where they almost get caught like someone walks in but they make it seem like they’re just spending time together but draco edges her as he continues the conversation hehehehehehe

WARNINGS: smut, public sex, choking, slut shaming, hair pulling, oral receiving (both male and female), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, degradation kink, probably more. 

A/N: this is my 2nd time writing this bc tumblr deleted it the first time. hope it’s worth it! 

MASTERLIST

An hour ago, the Slytherin Common Room had been bustling with life; members of the green-coloured house roaring the lyrics to their favourite songs and tipping back as many shots of Fire Whiskey as they could without throwing up. It had been a grand day to be a Slytherin, as today was the day that they had beaten the Gryffindors in a Quidditch match, and all thanks to your boyfriend, too.

The two of you had spent most of the night sat on the leather couch, you with your back to the arm and your legs draped across his lap, your head resting on his shoulder and glasses of alcohol in his hand. With a snap of the fingers, Draco had either Crabbe or Goyle topping them up like it was their full-time job. And all night, members of Slytherin had been coming up to congratulate Draco on being able to knock Potter out of the way just in time to catch the Snitch and win the game. 

Each time he’d smirk or chuckle, running a lanky hand through his pale hair and messing it up even further. It was already quite disheveled from your hand remaining in it all evening, gently scratching his scalp and absentmindedly combing through his silky blond locks as you used your other hand to raise your glass to your lips every now and then. 

Now, however, your glass was empty and everybody had seemed to call it a night, leaving the two of you alone in the Common Room, still buzzing from the alcohol and enjoying the quiet company of one another. You found that with Draco, you could sit in silence for hours and still understand each other completely. 

So when his large hand brushed your thigh where you dress was riding up, you knew what he wanted. Draco’s ring was cold against your skin as he ran it up and down your smooth thighs, even dipping underneath your dress a little but never going as far as your panties. You were growing wetter and wetter with every advance he made, but your boyfriend wasn’t watching you, his head was leaning back on the couch as he stared at the ceiling. 

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