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*hugs you real tight* would you please send this to the first 10 people in your dash? Make sure someone gets a hug today and stay safe!
Bless you child, you are a darling 🥰🥰🥰 @supernaturalee xxx
Tranquil af
🌙🌻💚 Green witch living aesthetics 💚🌻🌙
Dark Academia au! Moodboards:
Cambridge English literature student! Gwilym Lee and Oxford History student! Y/N.
A forbidden love/romance fic shall be with you in the near future, I hope!
A Dark Academia AU moodboard:
A forbidden love/romance between a Cambridge English Literature student and an Oxford History student.
Gwilym lee is the English Major with French as a minor and Y/N is a History major with Latin as a minor.
Think I'm gonna write a fic based on this moodboard. We shall see!
This colour palette gives me life 😍🖤❤🖤❤
☆ 1K CELEBRATION ☆ moodboard or edit @drivenbybri asked: I’m here to request a moodboard of a fancy date with Gwilym please 😌✨
↳ Come celebrate with me!
ignore your responsibilites and fantasize about older men
there's just something about bloodstained 19th century clothing and that something is sexy
Wanted to try and make a moodboard about professor!Gwilym Lee.
Not great but now there is more gwil soooo.....please dont hate me, thnx 🥰
Thank you for existing, you are loved! Send this to 10 people who, in your opinion, deserve such a sweet message in their inboxes. :) 💛 Nothing bad will happen if you don't, but imagine the smiles.
Bless you child! 🥰🥰🥰
@fairestkillerqueenofall
Thank you for existing, you are loved! Send this to 10 people who, in your opinion, deserve such a sweet message in their inboxes. :) 💛 Nothing bad will happen if you don't, but imagine the smiles.
Spread the love ❤❤
Thank you so much @thebeatlesqueenie1212
Thank you for existing, you are loved! Send this to 10 people who, in your opinion, deserve such a sweet message in their inboxes. :) 💛 Nothing bad will happen if you don't, but imagine the smiles.
This is cute as heck!!!
Thank you lovie @supernaturalee xxx
Preach it 🙌
I’m not sure if it’s the seasonal depression that’s seemingly kicking everybody’s butt at the moment, or if 2020 just hasn’t been very kind to us so far…but I’ve been seeing a LOT of sadness and hurt and pain on my dash lately.
I need you all to know that you matter. You are not a burden. You are not broken or wrong for feeling this way. And you are allowed to ask for help. As fucking hard as that may be.
And everybody else, please make sure your friends are ok. They won’t always have the strength or the courage or the trust to reach out. Just a quick “Hey, how are you ❤️?” will go an awfully long way.
You’re going to be ok. Not all the time. Not every day. But respite will come. I know it seems impossible, but you WILL be able to breathe again.
You are not alone. I love you.
This just brings me a purest sense of joy that nobody can take away from me !!!
boys.
It's a heavy subject to talk about one's own mind. But when people do, it makes me happy. Not just that someone is sharing their story for awareness, but because it makes me feel less alone and that's why we need to talk. Your experience and how you deal with something could help someone else. Heck, it could save a life🤷♀️
Take care my beautiful people. Y'all are some good folks and I love you ❤
this felt important enough to share
Doctor, Doctor... oh Doctor!
Summary: doctor au! Ben Hardy x fem! reader.
working as a practitioner in the local general practitioner’s office always had its perks. getting to help people and giving back to the community, but most of all, Dr Ben Hardy. The two of you do nothing but flirt with each other. But how far is too far, before all becomes a bit too much to handle.
A/n: Hi folks! I just wanna say this is my first fic and I have really thrown myself in at the deep end. this was not requested I just really wanted to start writing. I will be taking requests and I will make a post about the celebrities/characters I’m happy to write about. I hope everyone enjoys and fill me in with your comments and feedback. lots of love my dudes!!!!
word count: 2540
warnings: SMUT! DUH! choking I guess, blink and you miss it. not much I can think of exactly, its just unapologetic filth, y’know, the good stuff. 18+ only please!! no minors or else yo ass is getting blocked, thnx!
Lunch was never an exciting part of your day, usually, but today was an exception. The practice had been empty, all morning. Nobody, not one soul was in need of your assistance or trained medical opinion. Nothing! Being able to walk from your office to the staff room came as an exciting task, an adventure if you like. The humming of the microwave was soft and close to lulling you to sleep. God! This day was going to be long. You took your toasty pot of food from the microwave and curled up in the corner to eat it. The rain lashed against the building. A bitter breeze made its way through the cracks in the windowpanes sending shivers down your spine. You probably wouldn’t dare come out of the house on a day like this either, so you could understand why the practice was so quiet. The only reason you had left the house was because you loved your job, and the perks that come with it. Helping and giving back to the community gave you a sense of joy and you really felt like you could make a difference. Not to mention that your colleagues were absolutely drop dead gorgeous! Dr. Lee was absolutely dashing and Dr. Mazzello was the funniest guy you had ever met, they never failed to brighten your day. But your favourite, above all, had to be Dr. Ben Hardy. The man was Adonis himself (a cliché, of course) but really, the man was sex on legs and the two of you were notorious for heavy flirting. Neither of you had a thing, it was all just banter but it was constant. The two of you couldn’t hold a conversation without it spiralling into filth and innuendos. It was all in jest and everyone would laugh and joke and it kept the spirits high, but you couldn’t help but wonder, what that god was really like. Underneath that fitted suit of his, lay a world of pleasures unknown, waiting for exploration.
Your office felt like an oven in comparison to the staffroom, in a good way. You stripped off your cardigan, not that it was doing much for the sake of warmth anyways and sank back into your desk chair. The lids of your eyes became hooded and you could feel yourself slipping away into another realm. A soft white halo clouded your vision and sent you deeper into the warmth of your office. The sweet, intoxicating feel of slumber was ripped from your grasp as the main reception called your room phone. You answer with pure distain, heart still pounding in your chest with fright.
“Hiya, sorry to bother you Doc. I just wanted to let you know, Dr. Hardy wants to see you in his office, something about a patient he wants to discuss with ya?”
Ahhh, that old trick! Whenever you wanted to hang out with Dr. Hardy but didn’t want to make it obvious, this was your code. A simple yet effective little white lie. Works a charm.
“Sure thing, I’ll be right with him.” Suddenly, you were filled with a bolt of excitement. You wondered if Ben had ever felt the same rush whenever you called him to your office?
You were probably more excited for the fact you got to speak to another human being, feeling like you were about to die from boredom. Hell, you practically skipped along the hallway to be met with an unlocked door, your smart watch alerting you to the fact your heart rate had increased significantly.
Upon entering, you noticed there was very little clutter on his desk. He was always neat in his appearance, but you never realised just how organised he was with everything. File boxes all arranged in alphabetical order. His office was almost as satisfying to look at as he was.
And there he sat, eyes trained on his laptop, not even bothering to lift his gaze to acknowledge you. Rude. A smirk pulled at his lips as if he had read your mind and as if he knew about every little butterfly fluttering deep within your core.
“Good afternoon to you too, Dr. Hardy” Your words felt like a hammer, shattering the tension fill silence.
“Please, make yourself comfortable dear,” His eyes never left his screen. Dear? What kind of game was he playing you wondered? You sat yourself down in the little chair in front of his desk, feeling like a naughty pupil who had been sent to the headmaster’s office. A blush crept its way up your cheeks and you could feel a veil of moisture breakout in your palms. His office wasn’t nearly as warm as yours, but you couldn’t help but feel so flushed.
“Is it hot in here or is it just me?” Your short laugh comes across as nervous even though you have been in this situation a million times before. How was he making you feel like this? Why did the air feel different around just the two of you? What was really going on here?
“Oh, I think it’s just you that’s hot.” The comment took you off guard, as you whipped your gaze round to Dr. Hardy, you were met with his searing gaze. With his pupils blown, his eyes were like thin rings of jade, boring into your soul. You could feel the colour leave your face and the cold sweat begin to descend your forehead. What kind of witchcraft was this?
Dr. Hardy rose from his seat and you instinctively done the same, taking him by surprise as well as yourself. You fixed your skirt that had scrunched its way up your thighs while you were seated and met his gaze again. Mere feet away and getting closer, you could feel your breath become shallow and your pulse was echoing across your body. Just like that, you were face-to-face. There was something different about him. The way he was holding himself, the way he was looking at you, everything was different. Not wrong. Just different. Usually when you were this close and flirting like mad, there was mischief in his eyes, something much more light-hearted than whatever was going on with him now. It was almost intimidating but at the same time you still felt safe. You knew he wouldn’t hurt you or do anything that would make you feel uncomfortable but this look, it made you worry about him. You were pried back to reality as his cool fingertips grazed the sides of your wrists. You were startled but you didn’t pull away. You were so intrigued that you couldn’t pull away, so instead you leaned into his touch, wanting more. Begging.
“I want you, y/n,” you couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Were the months of “pretend” flirting just to size you up, to find out whether you would be fair game or not. You were paralysed and Ben was pale, white as a sheet. He was scared. All you could make was a nod, a simple gesture of consent. The tension was too much that you buckled. You had to have him, just as he had to have you. With that nod, his persona switched. His pupils were now pinholes in a curtain of green velvet, the colour had returned to his face and he now had something new twinkling in his eyes…
It was lust.
Your back was met with the hard, stone walls of Dr. Hardy’s office, his hand wrapped around your throat but not choking you, just holding you in place. Like he was afraid you would run away, out of his grasp forever. His lips devoured yours, those soft satin lips that you had become rather envious of were now enwrapped with yours in a state of pure passion and lust. The taste of black coffee and cigarettes lingered on his tongue and danced onto yours. His cologne was rich and heavy, like a full-bodied red wine. This man was exquisite, the definition of luxury. All while you were lost in the scent of this god, he had already managed to cock your head to the side with his thumb and was leaving trails of kisses up the column of your neck, the cool air attacking the saliva that was left in the wake of his lips. The base of your torso began to tighten into a knot, adding fuel to the flame that was your core. You could feel you mind start to spin as soft little moans contrasted with his deep animalistic grunts that came with each gasp of air in between his brutal kisses. A strong knee mingled its way between your legs and slowly made its way upwards, dragging your skirt with it. Ben’s left hand fell to the hem of the skirt to bundle the rest of it around your waist all while his right hand stayed clamped around your neck. You wanted him so badly, needed him to take you. A shriek left your throat as the cool air bit at your core. Ben had completely ripped off your black lacy panties, gazing at the material cascading around his fist,
“Were these for me?” His words were like sugar, sickly sweet yet still maintained a coarseness to them. Your hips jut out of pure instinct, grinding forward and dragging your bare clit along the length of his thigh. The noises that were made were pornographic. God, this man was such a tease…
Ben’s length was hardening against your leg and you could tell he was as desperate as you were,
“ I want you inside me… now!” his breath hitched at your request… well… demand.
“I don’t have a condom on me.”
“Ben we are doctors, and I’m on the pill. Please just fuck me like a slut already!” Ben looked at you like he wanted to marry you right then and there, but his eyes darkened,
“It’s Doctor Hardy to you, slut!” The pen that was holding your hair in a neat roll was discarded and your head was yanked back as ben… Dr. Hardy attacked your neck and chest once again with his mouth. In one fowl swoop, he had spun you around and pinned down onto his desk, the edges bruising your hips. Your ankles were kicked apart and the heat radiating from ben filled the space between him and your dripping core. Bit by bit he inched his way into your cunt. Your walls pulsing around his girth, trying desperately to adjust to his size. It’s all well and good, having a big dick but knowing how to use it was the key. Once again he had read your mind as he leaned over you ever so slightly repositioning his manhood inside of you and begun to thrust. Long, slow, tentative thrusts that prodded at your G-spot as if to mock it and its neediness for him, all of him. His thrusts quickly became more brutal and pounded you deeper into the desk. Those soft little moans from earlier were gone and all your mouth could do was hang open in bliss. This man, this beast, had rendered you speechless and you never wanted it to end. The coil that was ever tightening in your core finally snapped, and without any warning, you were weak and shaking, the only words you could form were
“Please Doctor! Oh Doctor!”
It was almost like he didn’t care that you had reached your orgasm, instead he opted to wrap your hair into his fist and pummel into you even harder than before, chasing his high with relentless pace. His hips were stuttering and his breath
was hot against the back of your neck. His choked groans growing louder and more drawn out. The two of you were dancing with flames entwining you. Both wrapped in the heat that lust creates. His warmth coating your walls, filling
you with the lust he had felt for you. You barely realised it was over until you had come back to reality from your glorious state of bliss, met only with the ragged breaths of Dr. Hardy. Hot gusts of air hitting the nape of your neck, his forehead
pressed to your back and his hands still tightly wrapped across your midriff. You were absolutely spent, being held up only by the solid desk underneath you.
You turned to face Ben, his face was flushed and there was a glistening sheen forming on his brow. Any lust or sexual frustration that played on his face earlier was now gone, only a soft pouty smile remained. After the two of you had
caught your breath it was onto the clean-up. A couple of damp paper towels, shirt buttoned up and your pen knotted back into your hair, you felt a tad more presentable. You readjusted the glasses on your face, what kind of office sex cliché was this? You swivelled to check on Ben, just as he reached down to pick up the tattered remains of your lace panties. He gave them another survey, before stuffing them in his pocket,
“These belong to me now, y'never know, night come in handy as a gag!”
You shuddered at his actions, feeling your blood run cold then instantly warm again. This was the start of something dangerous. Something very dangerous, but you were enticed none the less. Looks like the rest of the day was going to be spent commando, good thing your skirt hugged perfectly at your knees, to hide any form of social sin. With one last check in the mirror, you were ready to head back to your office to ponder over the events that had just transpired,
“See you later then…” Was all the words your mind could form.
“Not if I see you first sweet stuff!” Your right knee weakened. Dr. Hardy was going to be the death of you. Ironic that he could just as easily save a life as he could take yours away. You exit his office only to be met with Dr. Lee and Dr. Mazzello, shit!
“So, is the Doctor in there?” Joe quipped. Great, people heard us.
“There is A Doctor in there!” you retorted almost subconsciously. Joe snorted and Gwil’s jaw just hung slack from shock.
“I can’t believe you did… that, in his office!” Gwil stammered his words, not really knowing how to feel about the situation.
“Who knows, maybe one of you two will be next. What do you say, stud?” you were staring at Gwil. No point being awkward about it now, might as well embrace it. Gwilym’s face dropped and a few beads of sweat pierced through his forehead. You just trotted your way passed the two men as if nothing had happened. Knowing full well their attention would still be trained on you as you walked away, you decided to put a little bit of an exaggerated swing in your hips with every step you took. A faint “Fuck” and a “Holy cow” could be heard from behind you. Your grin was going nowhere. This had been the best day at work in a long time. Regardless of the weather, you couldn’t wait to come back to work tomorrow!
“2am is made for writers, painters, poets, over thinkers, silent seekers and creative people. That is my favourite hour.”
— Unknown (via bernababbles)
Nightfall🌌
after seeing this post, I decided to do this little lookbok. it's the first one I do, so go easy on me. hope you like it! 💓
Bonus:
“His character was dreadfully vicious, for that the possession of irresistible powers of seduction, rendered his licentious habits more dangerous to society.”
31 Days of Spooky/Scary Stories - Day 2: The Vampyre (1819) by John William Polidori