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Daddy Issues - Ransom Edition

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Female! Reader

Summary: Ransom as a father!

A/N: Please do not publish my work anywhere. Likes, comments, and reblogs are welcome, I love them. Asks and requests are open but I am slow in responding.

Ransom Drysdale Masterlist

Masterlist

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· Ransom is going to be a father; first emotion felt is panic. He will panic, you will panic and everyone else will panic except Harlan. The old man saw this as a perfect opportunity to push Ransom into the life of domesticity.

· Ransom would be reluctant but then the fear of being cut off from property and losing you forever turned out to motivators for Ransom. So, here you are, having a civil ceremony and becoming man and wife to raise a mini-Drysdale.

· “How hard will it be to be a husband and raise a child?” Ransom smirked as he collected the keys of your new home from Harlan. “Oh! You will know that pretty soon dear boy,” Harlan patted his shoulders and blessed you as he walked out of the courtroom with the whole Thromby-Drysdale family in tow.

· Harlan’s words came true sooner than ever for Ransom with your mood swings and cravings. He sleeps inconsistently at night – sometimes because of your cravings for ice cream or hot dogs at midnight and other times because you have to pee every half an hour. He would wake up at down to the to noise of throwing up in the en-suite bathroom.

· One day he lost all his patience and started screaming at you while you were drowning in morning sickness. Even you lost patience with him being so inattentive about your needs, especially when he was the reason for this situation, well partially but let’s assume he was 80% responsible. Words were exchanged and the fight ended with the sentence, “you are just like your father,” and you storming out of the room.

· You sent the next couple of hours in the next room contemplating your next room when Ransom walked in with breakfast tray. There were burnt blueberry pancakes; indicating they were made by Ransom, and a glass full of freshly squeezed orange juice. Even though you were pissed, your child seemed to love the burnt aroma of food cooked by their father and your stomach grumbled. Ransom wanted to laugh but you glared at him to not.

· The breakfast ended in silence when Ransom finally spoke, “I promise I will be the father I never had but always wanted.” He placed a hand on your growing bump as he spoke those words and that’s when you felt the baby kick for the first time as if accepting the apology.

· After that morning Ransom made real efforts to amend his way, he would be there holding your hair when you’d be throwing up, he’d call Marta and learn some cooking from her in order to satiate your craving for spicy food, he’d take you on long drives at midnight when you couldn’t sleep because your child was as stubborn as their father.

· And then came the most dreadful time, your delivery. Ransom will have a nervous breakdown when your water broke so you’d call cab and drive to the hospital. He’ll be grossed out in the labor room; almost passing out looking at the blood surrounding you.

· He’d even be scared of you but incredibly proud of how strong you were holding up with all the pain and how well you can curse under stress. Every time you’d scream at the nurse or him, he would beam saying, “that’s my wife.”

· He would cry or rather have a meltdown when the baby is born. He will be scared initially to hold his tiny human with the fear of breaking them but as soon as he will hold them, he’d be in father mode.

· “Eat shit! I made the most beautiful baby in the world,” he would beam, showing off the baby to his whole family but letting anyone touch because they aren’t worthy of touching the child. Harlan is an exception.

· Your child will be a copy of Ransom, not just by looks but also mannerisms because every time he’d say, “eat shit”, they’d smile making you roll your eyes.

· And true to his words Ransom would be the best father except when he is training the baby to deal with the Thromby-Drysdale clan.

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He never misses

#Harry Styles #BritsAwards #Best British Single at the Brits 2021 #I am in love #omfg his outfit

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The Rise

“ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴏᴡ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴏʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴋɪɴᴅ ɪᴛ ɪꜱ, ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʀɪꜱᴇ.”

𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙘𝙤𝙝𝙤𝙡, 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙘 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨, 𝙖𝙗𝙪𝙨𝙚, 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝, 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨, 𝙨𝙚𝙭, 𝙖𝙙𝙪𝙡𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩. 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙧𝙮 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙤  𝙥𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙞𝙛 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩, 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙄 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙤𝙧 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙚.

SUMMARY: Drina Mendoza just wants to try to live a normal life again after the traumatic death of her father. Perhaps to regain control over her life again and not to be seen as crazy to her community. What she didn’t expect is to be dragged into a world of magic, vampires, witches, demons, war, secrets, and possibly love? 

All thanks to a curly hair boy with crystal green eyes. 

 PROLOGUE 

CHAPTER I

CHAPTER II

CHAPTER III

CHAPTER IV

CHAPTER V

CHAPTER VI

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So, India is dying.

Look, I know a good number of you are from the US and things aren't amazing there either, but my country is literally on the brink of collapse. So I'd love it if we could talk about that for a minute.

If you can't do anything else, please just read and reblog.

A second COVID wave has taken out the healthcare system. There are no more hospital beds. There's an oxygen shortage. There's a critical vaccine shortage. The Central Government has thrown its hands up and is passing the baton to the State Governments to do what they can.

There are over 16 million covid cases. A record 330,000 new cases reported yesterday - comparable to the US at its peak. 187,000 dead as of today.

There is no plan.

Mass cremations are taking place. The cremation grounds are running day and night and they are short on wood. People are watching their loved ones die while waiting for a hospital bed, and then they're unable to give them the proper burial rights.

Hospitals are overwhelmed. Patients are being confined, two to a bed. They're the lucky ones.

We are on the verge of people dying in the streets.

This is the second-most populous country in the world. The largest democracy. A country that encapsulates over 15,000 years of recorded human history and has endured everything from famine to invasion to colonisation.

We might be at the end. This might be the thing that does us in.

People are dying.

People are dying.

People are dying and there is no plan.

More good news? Variants are popping up. A double mutation strain has shown up. It is resistant to current vaccines. This will not go away. This is the devastation they warned of when the anti-maskers were out protesting the minor inconvenience of covering their face in public.

My country is on the verge of an emergency state. Our government has failed us. This is as dire a situation as it ever could be.

Look. I don't do much with my life. I write fics, some of you have read them and that's pretty much it. I spend my days with my head in the clouds because that's where I like to be.

But two days ago, my grandmother tested positive, had to be taken to hospital and the ambulance caught fire.

She barely made it to the urgent care she needs.

So, here I am, using whatever meager platform I have to cobble this request together. Because I have to do something.

If you can, donate.

Or spread the word.

Help. Please.

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HARRY STYLES - GOLDEN

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or maybe read the vogue article. covering herself up was her choice, doing that photoshoot is again her choice and we ought to respect it. we really have no right to discuss this

watching teenage girls get famous, get sexualized as minors, get SUPER sexualized the second they turn 18 because now all the freaks who were sexualizing them as minors but knew to be quiet about it can be loud about it without getting in as much trouble, and then have super sexualized eras “reclaiming” their bodies is so fucking depressing

especially when they’re still like 18/19 doing the “I am going to do super sexual, clearly for the male gaze stuff for MYSELF now, it’s for ME not YOU which is why it’s on the cover of a magazine” stuff like it hurts my soul and makes me so sad for them

i’m not saying this in a puritanical ‘young women shouldn’t be sexy’ way but just watching it become a very clear public display which these girls are just replicating things forced onto them… it hurts it just hurts i don’t have deeper, more profound language to describe it. it just hurts

and i hope they’re okay and everything they’re doing truly feels like it’s for themselves and stays feeling like that.

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Ben Barnes as General kirigan

#ShadowAndBone #Darkling #GeneralKirigan #BenBarnes #Shadow summoner #smoking hot #oh god forgive me for I have sinned #heart eyes

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If You Let Me:A Harry Styles one shot.

In which Harry and you rekindle a hook-up that you thought would never happen again.

Pairing:Harry styles X black mc

Warning: adult themes and "suggestive" alcohol consumption. Otherwise, enjoy and please leave feedback. It's been a while and I'm kinda rusty oop!

The whispering hum as sheets of precipitation plummeted to the water - forsaken ground was what stirred you into wakefulness. A nose was nestled into the hollow of your neck, slow breaths fanning your skin and leaving shivering goosebumps in their wake. An arm was draped loosely around your waist, legs tangled with yours under the comfy sheets. You remained stock still, worried the slightest of movement would cause a semblance of disturbance. Eventually, you managed to sift through the haze of sleep disorientation, getting lucid, flirtatious glimpses of the previous night

The memories came through in bits, as though you were watching an old VHS tape. You could still see him sat across from you in the dimly lit room, his drink half - full, the air an intoxicating melange of whiskies and foul, pungent beers. His voice, smooth as velvet pierced through the cheerful chatter that had engulfed you, all subtle, with an edge of persuasion. The bitter taste of tequila from his tongue as he kissed you, the soft caress of his lips, delicate and needy...

Slowly, you turned your head to face him, studying him with the air of a sculptor, curious eyes tracing the edges and contours of his features, those lips that just the previous night had brought you to your peak. As the morning light peeked through the blinds, it haloed his wispy curls that you'd fisted your fingers into as you he worked his tongue on you, the hunger and desire dripping with every life-altering lick as he made your toes curl. Stirring slightly in his sleep, the white sheet fell from his hip only to reveal two laurel tattoos on each of his hips, bridging the gap between the smooth patch of skin and the tight v of his pelvis, leading to a darkness that you were quite aware where it led to.

The sex was amazing.... Just as it had been the first time. He'd fucked you so good, taking you whichever way you'd let him, skin slapping, both moaning and whimpering, spewing all the filthy things that he knew made you made you weak. You recalled how his low, rumbling groans had slipped past his lips and slithered their way into your ears, going straight to your needy core, making you drip and clench around his pulsing cock. It was perfect, he was the portrait of pure lust.

You believed it was all fate that you happened to bump into him again at that bar. Your first encounter with him had not been as different, meeting him at a gallery and somehow ending up in his bed, only that time you'd woken up too flustered and managed to sneak out of his room before he'd was up. You'd tried to suppress the memories of him, convinced that it was all just a far fetched fantasy your brain had conjured. It just didn't make sense that somehow, you'd ended up in a his bed. Something like that would never happen to someone like you.

Occasionally, you'd replay the events of that fateful night in your brain, picking out and flipping through every single moment, making sense of everything. You were convinced that he'd probably woken up as confused as you were, bearing no memories of you or what you shared. Most of all, you were sure that even if he ever was to end up back in your town, chances of you meeting again we're slim to none.

But then you saw him in that bar and your eyes met, and you were convinced that this was fate!

"M'hoping you're not planning on running off again." He said, voice thick with sleep. He stirred behind his closed eyelids, lips curling up in a smile, a dimple slicing his cheek before he managed to blink his eyes open. With the alcohol now drained out of your system, you were uncharacteristically shy, cheeks hot with embarrassment, unable to make eye contact. You were more conscious of the intimacy of the situation and the obvious fact of your nakedness.

Suddenly, you want to cling on the sheets tighter, worried that you'd end up flashing him - as though he hadn't given you the best orgasms of your life a mere few hours ago- but he didn't seem to care as he propped his head on his fist, elbow dug into his plush pillow, the sheet now dangerously close to falling off his naked torso entirely.

"No..I'm not" laconically, you said, sitting up on the bed like a bolt of lightning had just struck you, "Can I... Is it okay if I used your bathroom?" Already, you were half way on your feet, almost falling face first on your way up. If he noticed, he never really showed it.

"Sure, right over there." He pointed you towards the door as you did a quick sweep of the room for your clothes that had dotted the floor, an eternal smirk painting his features. "There's a spare toothbrush in the cupboard you could use." With a silent 'thank you', you slipped into the bathroom, locking yourself inside.

Once you were in, you let out a breath, shoulders collapsed in relief. You weren't surprised by the extravagance of his ensuite bathroom, quite spacious and fully equipped. The double sink was lined with few of his stuff; a tube of toothpaste, his toothbrush in the holder, a bottle of mouthwash, a stick of deodorant, a razor, shampoo and a hair brush. Rummaging through the bathroom cabinet, you retrieved the toiletry bag, half opened with the spare toothbrush peeking out.

You hopped into the shower afterwards, hoping that he wouldn't mind you taking a bath. You couldn't say how long you were in there but when you got out, Harry was nowhere in sight. Probably noticing your presence, he reappeared, now dressed up, hair darker and slightly wet. Offering you a genial smile, he said, "Hi"

"Hey" You said, mustering a smile. His eyes quickly swept past your frame before landing on your eyes again.

"Y'okay? Slept well?" Swallowing your nerves, you mumbled a response, "Could grab you a sweater. It's pretty chilly."

He pointed, as rain pelted the window pane noisily. You were suddenly hyper aware of the goosebumps that decorated your arms and bare legs, catching your hand on your left arm and rubbing to generate some semblance of heat, "Sure, if you don't mind."

"It's the least I could do. I'll only be a second." He'd disappeared back into what you could only guess was his closet.

The luxuriousness of his room wasn't hard to miss, the interior straight out of the glossy pages of interior décor magazines. Sure enough, that room alone was twice the size of your own bedroom, hence making this entire situation all the more surreal. From the king sized bed, with its Egyptian cotton sheets and fluffy feather - stuffed pillows to the shimmering chandelier that you thought to be too extravagant to belong in a bedroom, it was a real upgrade from his previous hotel room. The room felt barely lived in, with little personalisation which made it obvious that his stay was only temporary.

"I hope this is okay." He popped back with a black, graphic hoodie in hand, proffering it to you, "If you don't like it I could grab you something else-"

"No, it's definitely fine. Thanks." With arms floundering to find the sleeves, you let yourself be engulfed with the warmth and the familiar scent of him. He was staring, quickly breaking his gaze when he got caught.

"Fits okay." He observes, smiling.

"Sure does." you said, smoothing your hands over the soft cotton. You wracked your brain for something to say, blurting out the first thing that came in mind, "Nice place."

He seemed to exhale a laugh, standing in the centre of the room with his arms crossed, hands clamped beneath them, "Thanks. It's actually a friend's place. M'kind of house - sitting for as long as I'll be here."

"Oh," You said, sitting on the bed, "So you're only here for a few days then?"

"Yeah, just three days. For work." He said, walking hesitantly towards you before he dropped right beside you on the bed, still maintain a decent space between you. The explosions of rain pinged off the fire escape, accompanied by the thrum of his own anxious heart.

"Last night was quite... something, huh?" At such close proximity, you managed to catch a whiff of his peppermint - laced breath. You sat still, absent mindedly fingering the pattern of your dress as you overanalysed his question. You weren't quite sure what the appropriate response would be, "Glad you stayed."

"I'm sorry about last time," you said under a sigh, now painfully shy regardless of the fact that you'd said such filthy things to him under the guise of lust a mere hours ago. "I was kinda running late for work so I panicked and took off," It wasn't completely a lie but it was the most appropriate excuse you could offer, "Wasn't my proudest moment but I'm glad I bumped into you. Again."

And you really meant it.

"Me too." He smiled, a boyish, shy smile, leaning back on his palms, "Glad I bumped into you, I mean. Never forgot about you, y'know." He shifted the pitch of the conversation just slightly, making it more intimate.

"I came here for work but... Honestly, I'd flirted with the idea of seeing you again. And I know.. i didn't know how I was supposed to go around that given that I had no way of contacting you, but.. fuck, I'm sorry. Hope that doesn't sound creepy.."

You chuckled, tilting your head as you mirrored his position, "It kinda does but it's a bit charming if I'm honest."

You held his gaze a second too long, both smiling brightly, surmounted by the tension that lingered over your heads. Harry inched closer, now a hair's breadth away. You swallowed hard as his Adam's apple bobbed viciously in his throat. With a hint of hesitance, he cupped your thigh, palms soft and warm against your skin.

At the first intimation of that touch, your lips parted with sudden anticipation. The heady scent of his cologne ornamented the air to a point where you felt almost overwhelmed... By him and the intimacy of his gaze. Flames licked up your skin when he leaned in, inhaling sharply when he licked his lips, tongue nudging your lips in the process, "Are you hungry?"

Hungry for his touch? hungry to stroke each other's fires? hungry to feel his lips against yours?... Yes.

His questions hang over your head for a moment, entirely enticed by him and the looming anticipation. There was a tiny shift in pleasure, the resistance of air collapsed like your own resistance which was swept aside when you felt that familiar pressure in the pits of your belly.

"Not for a while, no." There was a desperate strain to your voice, a silent cry to him to do more, "You?"

"Me neither." His lips stretched into a smile, carding his fingers through your hair, "M'gonna keep kissing you now. Okay?"

"Mmhm, I'd like that." he chuckled at your subtle enthusiasm, finally closing the distance. You immediately melted into him, hand rested awkwardly on his neck, swallowing all his contented moans and groans. Occasionally, you'd break the kiss in wet smacks to catch your breath, biting down on your lip teasingly before going in for another taste.

"Wait."

"You okay?" He whispered, dread flashing past his eyes, thinking that he might have overdone himself. Grinning, you nodded before swinging your leg over him, landing squarely on his lap. He beamed, clasping your hips with both hands like the brim of a cup from which he drank as you steadied yourself with his shoulders.

Like a ravenous animal, he rashes forward to attach his lips on yours. At that position, you could wrap your arms around his neck as he pulled you closer to him. You both were unable to stop smiling, occasionally bumping teeth and foreheads, which only caused you to laugh even harder.

"This is nice," He said in between kisses on your jaw, "You feel nice." He drew a steady breath when he burrowed his nose into your neck, lips brushing your pulse and setting a scrumptious shiver down your spine.

Your giggle quickly morphed into a moan when he bit into the skin, soft and teasing, just enough to have you clenching. He drew his hands down your sides, stopping on your waist as he ground you on his crotch, making his arousal obvious. He pulled back and you risked a quick glance at his face, his expression patently disbelieving as you continued to rock your hips over his with such calculated rhythm. He was the splitting image of lust; eyebrows knitted, pupils blown out, mouth set in an eternal 'o' as the whiniest of moans escaped them.

"Fuck," He cried, throwing his head back when you angled your hips perfectly, bumping against his tip. Whatever the provocation, you intended to resist the urgent need you felt to moan his name. He dug his nails into your bum, halting your movements entirely, "God, love... M'gonna -- gonna explode in m'pants if you keep doing that."

"Wouldn't be that bad, would it?" You said, battling a smile.

"For my ego, it would." Chuckling, you weren't expecting him to slide his hands underneath your dress, squeezing your bum, eyes never leaving yours. The atmosphere had shifted again, having you at the brink of a moan when he dared to explore further, fingers grazing your bare core. He cursed at the discovery.

"I kinda..fuck I.. I don't really know where my panties are." You struggled to get the words out as his fingers kept grazing your clit. Soft and painfully slow, aching for him to do something. He breathed a laugh at your admission.

You were aware of the perspiration pooling on your back and chest, suddenly feeling like you were in a burning inferno even though the weather was the coldest it had ever been. Everywhere he touched, he left a tiny fire singeing away at your skin, growing until it swallowed you whole.

"Mm.. you're so wet... Hear that? Hear how wet you are for me?" The obscenely filthy, clicking sound bounced off the walls, ricocheting straight to your ears. He seemed so enticed by you, eyes flicking between your face and where his fingers moved. When he dipped them in, you cried out his name and he seemed to like it given that deep, visceral groan that vibrated against your skin, "That's good?.. Feels good?"

"Yeah" Your voice broke, now awfully aware of how tightly you'd dug your nails into his shoulders, scared you'd topple over. Swallowing hard, you drew out a shaky breath, eyes hooded and struggling to stay open as you moaned against his neck, "Please... Yes! You're so good.."

He slid his fingers out of you after a few more teasing plunges, going straight for your clit, pressing and rubbing slow, barely there circles making your toes curl, "Fuck! I really wanna taste you." He said, so soft and deep, eyes shut as though he was in excruciating pain, "Let me?... please?"

Your eye flicked to the alarm clock sat on the bedside table, moaning more in disappointment than pleasure, "Can't... Don't really have time. Need to be- shit..need to leave in the next half - hour or so... M'sorry."

"Fuck, okay," He sighed, pecking your lips, "S'okay... Could always do that later, yeah?" He smiled, stilling his movements on your core as he retrieved his hand, bringing it up to his face, watching in awed silence at the wetness of it all before bringing them to his lips, humming in satisfaction as he licked them clean, never breaking eye contact. You could feel your core, needy and waiting, clenching and throbbing in anticipation of not only what he'd do next but also the prospect of getting to see him again.

"How d'you want me?" He asked, sponging kisses hypnotically all over your face, "Want me to take over or you wanna ride me, hm?" You were back to circling your heated core over his throbbing cock, completely and utterly enthralled by the sensation, "uh - ah." He dug his nails into your hips, halting your grinding, "C'mon, love. Don't be greedy. Need an answer first."

"Want to ride you, " you muttered, seemingly on the brink of tears.

"Yeah? Sure you can take it?"

"Yes, please...just.."

He surprised you when he fell back on the bed, leaving you floundering and gasping, clutching at his chest so you wouldn't teeter, "You could take me out, love." He subtly motioned to his crotch as he groped under his pillows, only to retrieve a strip of condoms, "Go on, you're in charge."

Your eyes dropped to his crotch where his obvious hardness throbbed in his shorts. Harry grunted when you squeezed your palm over it, curiously running your hand up and down the shaft, watching as he rolled his eyes back and bit down on his lips. Nervously, you moved further back on his lap, pulled the elastic of his pants down to reveal his briefs. On locking eyes, you brought your palm to your mouth, licking a bold stripe up the length of it before you brought it under the waistband.

Curling your hand around the shaft, he hissed, chest rising with every experimental stroke, the head peeking with every descending tug. You felt powerful knowing that he was a mess because of you, surmounting your arousal tenfold. Despite your mental clock ticking away, you were determined to enjoy this experience, taking a mental picture of him at this state; beyond aroused, plaint and all because of you.

"God, love. Better get on me before I blow." He groaned, passing you the square foil. You couldn't help but laugh, giving him one last experimental stroke, squeezing the base as he threw an arm over his eyes, cursing heavenwards as his thighs trembled, "You're really having so much fun watching me suffer, hm?"

"Maybe." You smiled, tearing into the foil packet. You could feel his eyes on you, hissing as you pinched the tip of the rubber and smoothed it down his shaft.

"Y'okay?" He asked, gripping your hips. Nodding, you guided the head over your slit, closing your eyes when it bumped over your clit.

"I'm a bit sore from last night so..." you trembled, on the brink breaking into a moan.

"S'okay," He said in reassurance, running his hand up and down your thigh "Just take your time. You're in control, remember?"

With his words ringing in your head, you lowered your chest to his while arching your back. Planting your lips on his, you guided his cock inside you. At the intrusion, you inhaled sharply. His hands remained planted on your ass, whispering reassurance into your ear as you took him, inch by excruciating inch.

"God...Harry!" You croaked, circling your hips. The sparse hair on his pubic area tickled your clit with every grind, "I just...I don't think I'll last that long. I'm sorry."

"You're good." He whispered, peppering kisses all over your face and neck and you immediately deflated "S'okay... You're okay. Feels just as good for me."

"Yeah?"

"Mmhm," He never stopped kissing you. You made a wounded noise when he sheathed the rest of his cock in you. Panting, face crumpled, toes curling... It was exhilarating, all - consuming love - making. Whimpering, he allowed you time to adjust as the dull pain slowly morphed into pleasure, "Somehow feels better every time."

That seemed to egg you on, riding him with a new found vigor that had you both moaning and groaning and grasping for flesh. Fiery gazes and sloppy kisses were exchanged as you felt the wave of pleasure push you closer and closer to the edge. He was starry eyed, watching you with an unfiltered fascination as you gave him the best lay of his life.

"I can't be the only one that feels that, right?" He'd whispered more to himself than to you. You knew exactly what he was on about, that tingle that overpowers you whenever he angles his cock just right, hitting your spot, the rush of ecstacy that shot through his veins whenever you moaned his name out loud, the dwindling realisation that the both of you were ostensibly fucked (pun intended) with desires now bordering obsession.

However were you supposed to go back to your life when you knew what he could do to you?

"God! Harry I'm gonna- fuck!" You clawed at the bedsheets as you ground harder and faster, mouth opened with a gasp when he took over the reins, holding you still over him as he fucked right into you.

The determination was etched in his features and the intentionality of each of his thrusts. It felt so good that you could liken the sensation to dissociating, giving in and riding the pleasurable waves. Hardly could you stay still and he had to hold you down, administering the last of his thrusts to have you teetering over the edge.

"Oh fuck" He keened, throwing his head back into the pillows, skin coated in sweat, hot breath against your face, "S'so good for me... You're so good for me...want you to cum... Know you want to, yeah? Just cum for me, please?"

You made a tiny, pitchy moan at the sound of the desperation dripping from his voice - warm as a cozy blanket, soft as velvet but enough to trip you over the precipice.

Shuddering, you felt the first onslaught of your orgasms approaching, fast and hungry like a pack of wolves, ready to devour you whole. You gave in, your cunt pulsing and squeezing him, coaxing his orgasm out of him. So wet and warm you were that you made his resolve crumble with every stroke, causing him to suppress a shudder, skin prickling with goosebumps.

You shook uncontrollably as you doused yourself with the pleasure, his fingers dug into your hips as he guided you, switching the rhythm of his thrusts to prolong the pleasure. You quivered like a leaf, unable to keep up with your sloppy kissing, unable to put a stop to your moans. He was thrusting so hard inside you, teeth gritted as he watched you. His end was approaching, fast too. He could tell that he didn't have it in him to resist. Shaking, an electric - like surge struck him, his balls twitching uncontrollably as he emptied into the rubber.

"Shit, love... Ah!" He had no idea what he wanted to say, unable to muster up the words to describe what you felt and how you made him feel. His entire body seized on top of yours, chests expanding in rhythmic sync when you dropped your weight on him, his arms reflexively entrapping your pliant, spent body. You stayed like that for a while in absolute silence as you felt the buzz dissipate into the air.

"Fuck!" He sighed, kissing your sweaty forehead, "That was...fuck!."

You could hear him smile, pressing your lips into his inked skin. Contentment saturated his every cell.

Smiling, you were feeling sedated, a common effect of a good orgasm, "Don't know if I'll ever recover.. I'll need a minute. "

He made a strange squawk of laughter, kissing your hair as he sighed, "Thought you needed to leave soon?"

The playfulness in his tone wasn't lost on you.

You couldn't believe that there you were, both fully dressed but just had one of the best orgasms (all thanks to him) of your life. The absurdity of it all was beyond your comprehension. You weren't the best when it came out living in the moment, constantly worried about one thing or the other. But then, lying in Harry's arms, nothing else had ever felt as right. And just like that, you'd decided to screw your caution up into a ball and thrown it to the wind.

"I think I can stay a while longer."

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that was sad but so realistic.

okay but please tell me Chris fired Megan because she stopped her from posing shirtless in photoshoots

Days of Our Lives

Chapter 2 - Bullies 

Pairing: Chris Evans x PoC Female! Reader

Summary: Days in the lives of Chris and Y/N - some special and some mundane.

Warning: No proofreading. Some mentions of Indian culture. 

A/N: Please don’t post my work anywhere without my consent. Likes, comments, and reblogs are welcome, I love them. Asks & Requests are open.

Tag-list: @henrythickcavill @kissme-hs @pensieve-foryour-thoughts @tonystankschild @anaissolitt14 @haloxmendes @ilysmcevans @idowikeit. @madbaddic7ed

Master-list || Series Master-list

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Issac Newton once said, every action has an equal and opposite reaction, and it turned out true in the case of Chris Evans. For years, Chris has been the internet’s favorite boyfriend. Every time there was an interview of him, fans would swoon over him, every time he posted something on Instagram or Twitter revealing a little bit of his personal life, everyone from celebrities to his fans would drool over this perfect man, who is the perfect son, perfect brother, perfect uncle, perfect dog dad, a perfect human with right ethics and values, and most importantly he was single. 

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Days of Our Lives

Chapter 1 - The New Beginning

Pairing: Chris Evans x PoC Female! Reader

Summary: Days in the lives of Chris and Y/N - some special and some mundane.

Warning: No proofreading. Some mentions of Indian culture. 

A/N: Please don’t post my work anywhere without my consent. Likes, comments, and reblogs are welcome, I love them. Asks & Requests are open.

Tag-list: @henrythickcavill @kissme-hs @pensieve-foryour-thoughts @tonystankschild @anaissolitt14 @haloxmendes @ilysmcevans @idowikeit

Master-list || Series Master-list

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It was a beautiful winter evening in January, the overcast sky, the chilly breeze, and the blanket of snow covering the earth as far as the eye travels made everything beautiful. And somewhere in the suburbs of Boston, stood a huge property, secluded and private - like its owner wanted to socially distance himself from people. Maybe he did want to, but right now that property resembled a winter wonderland, straight out of Harry Potter books. The fairy lights everywhere in the garden and on the walls of the house illuminated every tree, every shrub, and every fountain - doesn’t matter if they were frozen, it is important to find beauty in motion and in static and right now frozen static beauty of that huge house was too much to carry for a normal human eye. Right in the middle of the garden was a huge tent erected surrounded by the fire pits from outside and filled with a few very happy faces, faces that couldn’t stop smiling even when their mouths were hurting. But why would they want to stop smiling? After all, they have waited for this day to come for a long time, and now that the day was here, they wanted to savor every moment of this day.

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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

aw! that's so sweet. thank you for sending it to me 💕

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Thank you for tagging me. I am glad we follow each other.

Have a happy and healthy New Year 🎉🍻

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.

i love u so so so much helena!!! im so glad you exist!!❤️

im tagging the people i love: @buckysbunny @steverrogers @malloryharris @howdoyousleep3 @musette22 @buckycuddlebuddy @brattycherub @hevans-angel @geniedetails @ballyhoobarnes

💕💞💓💗💝💗💓💝💘💖💕💞💗💝💕💞💘💖

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i loved the whole series! its beautiful

Voicemail. ~part 3~

a/n : final part!!!!!!!!! aaaaaaaaaa, thank you so much to everyone who’s been supporting this little story, it’s made me so happy to see the positive response from everyone <3

mah masterlist 

part 1 part 2

“The nominations are,” The camera paned into the crowd,

“Billie Eilish - Everything or Nothing.”

“Dua Lipa - Freaky Monday.”

“Harry Styles - FineLine.”

“Y/N L/N - The Journey Goes On.”

“And the Song of the Year goes to…..”

“The Journey Goes On!”

You couldn’t believe it, you won.

Applause filled the room, Shawn turned to you with a big smile on his face, standing up to help you up the stairs in your long dress. You took his arm and climbed up, totally in awe of what was happening.

The model handed you the Grammy and led you to the podium to speak. You looked up to the crowd who was still congratulating you. Scanning the sea of people, you looked out to all the faces, Billie, Hailee, Harry.

Harry.

He looked so happy, back in his red suit, cheering for you.

“Thank you everyone, you don’t know how much this means to me. I’ve dreamed about this since I first started scribbling out songs on spare napkins at a diner. Everyone that was nominated deserves this award as much as I do, so please a big round of applause for them,” you paused to clap.

“I—This song was something I wrote a while ago,” you glanced up, looking at Harry for a moment and then back to the crowd.

“The reason I decided to put it out now was because I’d finally came to terms with myself and realized that when something doesn’t work out, you have to keep going, you need to move forward because, the journey will always go on and you have to be able to meet it. You have to trust things will work out in the end. Life is easy, it’s the people that make it complicated.”

You smiled, “But… sometimes it leads you back to where you started, to who you started with. And you have to be willing to take that leap of faith and hope everything works out. This award just goes to so that others struggle with that as well and I’m happy to have made something we can all listen and relate to. My fans mean everything to me and I wouldn’t be here with out them, so a big thanks to them. Thank you.”

Stepping away from the podium, you gave one final thank you and headed backstage, red dress flowing behind you. You did a few interviews about the Grammy, then headed out to change and go to the afterparty.

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Thank you for tagging me @fangirlovestuff

jack-skellingtons-stuff:

lolibeans:

papi-chulo-steve:

fuckoldmansteve:

heavenlyseb:

simmisblog:

kuuhakublank00:

mango-pickle:

with1love1anu:

johnmurphyisbisexual:

New Tag Game:

Tag 5 or more people that you are thankful were in your 2020, that you’re thankful exists in a world that’s hard to live in. Whether that be through random reblogs on your posts, or people you have had full blown conversations with. Whether it’s just seeing them on your dash, or interacting with them.

Please Spread this love. 2020 has been hard for so SO many of us.

Tags:

@malvieswift @im-a-writer-right @slicesofsilver @mobi-on-a-mission @awkwardspontaneity @lenacarstairspotterstewart @angelinathebook @deancasshipper @murphystartedthefire @alyssablogsss @just-a-belgian-girl @hyperion-moonbabe-art3mis @ghostcaterwaul @warrier-queann @katersann @lotsoffandomimagines @richard-harmon-gifs @remmyswritings @underratedcharactersimagines @unremarkablegirl @with1love1anu

And there’s so many more. You guys have made my 2020 amazing and I’m so happy you all are alive and well.

Anyone, tagged or not, please feel free to reblog with your own tags.

Thank you for tagging me @johnmurphyisbisexual @just-a-belgian-girl @booksmusicteaandanimals !!! This means so much!

And oh good lord, I met so many amazing people this year!

@futurewriter2000 // @im-a-writer-right // @haracelovestruck // @blisfvll // @approved-by-dentists // @thebookwormslytherin // @hollands-weasley // @aadya23 // @phuvioqhile​ // @nadseas​ // @mknight0000​ // @mysterioustruffle​ // @mango-pickle​ // @cynical-ravenclaw​ // @x-elena–alvarez-x​ // @arrigatoroy​ // @personette​ // @some-major-ishues​ // @iamak20​ // @calltothewild​ // @secrets-ill-take-to-my-grave​ // @paranoid–introvert​ // @moon–bug​ // @that-awkward-sapien​ // @willowbleedsonpaper​ // @coffee–writes​ // @the-moon-and-the-book​ // @theweasleysredhair​ // @hoeticulture​ // @marauderswhisperer​ // @teheharrypotter​ // @iliveiloveiwrite​ // @screennamealreadyused​ // @nadseas​ // @emcchi​ // @they-write-once-in-a-blue-moon​ // @angelinathebook​ // @l0ttadreamz​ // @sweeter-than-strawberries​ // @pregnant-piggy​ // @scaredofvscogirls​ // @loki-darkprince-odinson​ // @delos-mio​ // @rainandhotchocolate​ // @padfootagain​ // @wreckofawriter​ // @leahstypewriter​ // @randomthingssss​ // @grierpilots​ // @verokela​ // @just-a-belgian-girl​ // @mischiefmanaged011​ // @wannabe-santiago​ // @onegiant-dorito​ // @simp-for-gol-gappes​

F U C K

I LOVE YOU ALL SM.

I FUCKING LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH @aadya23 @reddish-green-personality @wannabe-santiago @sugawxra-koushi @moon–bug @x-elena–alvarez-x @paranoid–introvert @strudel-and-creme @arrigatoroy @anxious-ace-dork @cipher-dorito @with1love1anu @simp-for-gol-gappes @onegiant-dorito @hoeticulture @will-die-without-chai @ice-dispenser @kuuhakublank00 @brokeartskid @that-awkward-sapien @secrets-ill-take-to-my-grave @slytherclaw-lair @ravenclawprincess2007 @dragon-slayer-fairy1 @calltothewild @fancyxparker @stardustandvanilla @almostwonderland @lady-charinette @some-major-ishues @psycho-mocha AND SO MANY PEOPLE WHOM I’M FORGETTING I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH

Man this year I started being active on tumblr and I’ve made so many awesome friends here jsdkjlsdbfjbdsf (excuse my memory if I forgot to tag you rn)

@lacunatu @will-die-without-chai  @mango-pickle @more-like-reyna @holding-infinity-and-a-book @hoeticulture @blue-tea-green-ink @thefrostfallathenaeum @fanvergentinanexistentialcrisis @anjali750 @lilabarred @simmisblog @a-book-locked-nerd @tiredcoffeebeanthings @aadya23 and Anuja Di 

Y’all are awesome!!!

Tysm @kuuhakublank00 :) Right back at ya!

Tagging some of the lovely people I know here

@mydearholmes @spnangel11 @anjali750 @paranoid–introvert @five-hargrevees @heavenlyseb @will-die-without-chai @moon–bug @buckybees @lovers-in-japan-reign-of-love @kerena13desu @anika-ann @skeptical-corgi @freddiesaysalright (I don’t have a very good memory and I’m probably forgetting a lot of people)

I made a lot of amazing friends this year, and I’m really glad to have found some really wonderful people from my community.

Also, if some of you are wondering why I tagged you, I see you in my notifications, and would really like to talk to you (but I’m shy 👉👈)

But I feel really happy to see you all on my dash and hope you all have a great day 💜♥️

(I’m unable to tag @infj-slytherclaw-deactivated202 does anyone know why they deactivated?)

Oh wow thank you so much for tagging me darlin!! you are so kind @simmisblog 😭🙏🙏

I have met some incredibly amazing fantastic people here and i am thankful for that. They made my 2020 a little less boring and depressing…….and i thank you for that. I am glad to have met them……so talented…..so kind….so amazingly kind.

I think i am gonna tag many: @mischievous-thunder @hbalbat @fuckoldmansteve @honestly-dontknow @ixalit @thegodswife @kalee60 @aprikaan @is-it-madness @k347 @musette22 @itshoneysebastianstan @itsallyscorner @cowgrl @unleashthemish @fartbeanfart @buckybees @chookier  @whotheheckitheheck @mela-noche  @sillygamingartghost ……wow i tagged many but these people are so good and kind….Thank you guys for all the support you have given me!! 😭😭😭❤❤❤ You made me happy

Thank you for the tag @heavenlyseb!!! You were one of my earliest friend I had here🥺 you’re a lovely person😍

Tagging all the wonderful and lovely people I’ve met. Also tagging everyone who made this year a lot more bearable with there content and fics or just by being there!! I’m thankful for all of you🤗❤️

@its-tortle @buckyshappyending @indecisivedolly @stuckys-baby @teetles-and-other-stuff @binkybarney @fartbeanfart @heres-the-marvel-tea @musette22 @ixalit @mitsususu @withoneheadlight @metalbvcky @stevebucky-art @wlwnatasha @papi-chulo-steve @riricitaa @christmascap @pretty-boy-like-you @thegodswife @hoeforthegays @fkaships @kidvader99 @wintersoldier1989 and many more!!!

I love seeing all of you on my dash!!💙💙

I love all of you from the bottom of my heart ❤ Thanks for putting up with me and my craziness. I just love y'all so much ❤

@wayward-lives @dreadlockholiday @tonguetiedmisfit1 @stuckys-baby @otpcutie @voxofthevoid @n0sleepinthecity @crazyundeadfairy @danjsg1fan @colourfulballofayoh @elenaxoxo22 @sweet-lil-babydoll @yeehawmyoatmeal @fatiguedfemmefatale @t3a-bag @sleeplingsupernova @klainerstucky @slimeybread @criticalcaracal @criticalcalico @thespringsoldier @chrisevansfuckbuddy @basic-instinct40 @lolibeans and many more ❤

Thanks y'all 🥰

Thanks @papi-chulo-steve for the tag!

I’d like to commend these people who silently support my ever-changing fandom posts. I love seeing you guys in my notifs.

@creepingwolfberry @thepanakinanakin @anakinswhore @emmalostinwonderland @jack-skellingtons-stuff @aspookybunny @tinyphantomsalad @wwwildatheart @yetanotherravenclaw @ocaenus @mnxxlove

I wish I could tag all those who I reblog from so frequently. If you see this, and I’m always in your notifications, I love ya!

There’s a few that won’t let me tag them but… thank u all!!! ❤️❤️

Omg @lolibeans thank you so darling. I could never imagine making somebody’s day better and u just said I made ur year better. Tbh Tumblr has made me realize tht there r actually ppl who can be good to u. So thank u for this💙💙

These ppl I’m tagging, I read their fics, I reblog from them but truly they’ve changed my year for the best. Like I’m always on Tumblr nowadays and these ppl I stalk day and night😂😂😂. Btw anyone else who I did not tag I’m sorry but I kind of have the shittiest memory 🤦

@lookiamtrying @ozarkthedog @navybrat817 @sweeterthanthis @gotnofucks @donutloverxo @the-soulofdevil @littlefreya @sweater-daddiesdumbdork @darkficsyouneveraskedfor @cherienymphe @sinner-as-saint @stargazingfangirl18 @whateveriwant @drabblewithfrannybarnes @saiyanprincessswanie @starlightcrystalline

Love each and everyone of u for just exiating and then making me smile💙💙💙

Thank you so much sweetie 🥺♥️ it really means a lot ♥️♥️ same goes for you too♥️ @jack-skellingtons-stuff

Whom should I tag? I wasn’t here for months altogether, but every one here welcomed me. Many were new to me but we became friends. Their love, support and constant inspiration gave me confidence to write again. My followers, who patiently waited for me. They had my backs too. It means a lot♥️♥️

Thank you so much ♥️♥️♥️♥️ each and every one of you. This year was shitty and things I went through were shitty too. But thank you all of you. For having my backs. ♥️♥️

My special shout-out to♥️ @imdarkinme @jtargaryen18 @imanuglywombat @saiyanprincessswanie @sapphirescrolls @threeminutesoflife @smutsonian @caffiend-queen @babiiface95 @navybrat817 @ozarkthedog @buckysmischief @gotnofucks @donutloverxo @deceitfuldevout @littlefreya @sweater-daddiesdumbdork @ironlady1993 @champangebucky

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It was beautiful 🥺🤧

“harry’s stylist, right?” part II

Harry and his stylist go from colleagues to friends to lovers because they’ve been in love with each other from the jump

this gif bc i couldn’t fine the fit i wanted to showcase, but that night him and y/n get closer than they had gotten before :))

and we’re back :) - this is the last part of this i may do some little blurbs and stuff about these two if people want it (maybe) i hope you all enjoy this part, it’s not proofread so sorry about that lol. Feedback and reblogs are so very very appreciated, also feel free to message me about you’re feelings about this

Word Count: just over 10k | Warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, implication of smut, i think that’s it

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