Guys , I Wanna Start Writing But It’s So Hard 😭 .

Why does this make me think of biker! Alec and his bratty! Mate 💀🥴

me if being obsessed with older men was illegal

Tate, Kai, and James being the definition of hot in PSYCHOTIC

“I'm sorry I couldn't keep my promise. You probably don't remember but I was really serious about building that gorgeous house with the big yard. The house on a hill where you could see the sea, with a designer kitchen and a studio in the basement and piles of clothes in your closet, all the latest fashions of course.”

James Kelly to reader after he finally comes back from jail but they have already moved on!!:(

these porn ads really make my daily tumblr scrolls difficult & traumatizing asf

dumbification (kinda); riding; MDNI 18+ w/ RODRICK HEFFLEY

rodrick gets lost when you ride him. no, not lost as much as distracted.

it's a little comical, really. it's mostly flattering when you watch his eyes focus completely on your tits. but it's also a little funny. there were times where you held back laughter when rodrick's mouth would go slack, his plump lips still glistening from your lip gloss, drool leaking from the corner. he was a big drooler, you knew that. you had the evidence from the nap the two of you had taken earlier still resting on your sternum, right between the things he couldn't keep his eyes—or hands—off of.

you wouldn't call him dumb (at least to his face) in most circumstances, but he tends to get really dumb when you ride him. you've told him as such, cooing down at him as you tipped his chin up with a gentle pull from your pointer finger.

"you've gone dumb on me?" you asked him, your voice more sultry than even you thought you could muster. and it sent him off the deep end. his eyes fluttered shut, and his head tipped all the way back. you actually think he whined, and the stroke to your ego was almost as big as his orgasm.

geo is so cute

the other woman.

harry james potter x fem!reader

angst

warnings : use of y/n , angst , cheating

your point of view.

summary : you and harry have been together since 3rd year. ( 5th year now ), i mean sure you hung out, talked, held hands. but it seems like he has his eyes on a certain weasley.

| my first writing, please don’t judge! |

two months without seeing harry, i mean sure we talked, but i felt as if he was being distant.

he didn’t even sit with me on the train he sat with her.

i mean she’s pretty but what does she have that i don’t ?

i was lost in thought, not noticing hermione sit beside me. “hey, you doing alright love?” i jump slightly looking over at her, “yeah sorry, can i ask you a question” i asked, “yeah of course, what’s up” she’s says frowning her brows “is harry losing feelings?” she looks at me confused, “what do you mean” “he barely sent me letters throughout the summer, he didn’t sit by me on the train, and every time i talk to him he’s just dry and uninterested” she looks down “well he was at the weasleys this summer, maybe he’s just been busy”.. i huff out a maybe taking off towards my dorm, a million thoughts running through my mind. tears falling down my rosy cheeks. shutting and locking my door behind me climbing into bed. a few hours later, i drag myself out of bed, walking down to the common room.

my heart stinging at the sight of his eyes piercing through her golden pale skin. pushing myself forwards taking a sit beside fred. ginny smiles over at me waving, i force a smile back, watching his eyes peel away from her over at me, “oh, hi love” he mutters softly towards me patting the seat beside him, i get up slowly, settling down beside him.

“how was your summer y/n?” ginny speaks up, i glance up at her, “it was okay quite boring, and yours?” my heart aching hearing her ramble on about all the things her and harry did this summer, picking at the buttons on my cardigan, harry gives my thigh a gentle squeeze, as his eyes are locked on the redhead in front of him. i couldn’t hold it back anymore, the tears start streaming down my face, pushing his hand off me, taking off towards my dorm.

three days later, and i haven’t heard from harry, he barely even glanced at me. i try to push my thoughts away. slouching in my chair, raising my arm slightly “professor, may i use the restroom” snape huffs, “be quick.”, i quickly leaving the classroom.

walking into the bathroom, hearing faint voices in the distance stopping me in my tracks, “it’s okay harry, she doesn’t have to know.” my heart sinking to my feet hearing her voice.

more sub/mommy kink tate 😭😭!!! just like him whining to himself because you won’t touch him

Please Touch Me - Tate Langdon

x fem!reader

cw: mommy kink, mutual masturbation

“Can’t you see I’m busy Tate?” You let out a berated sigh as you flip to the next page of your magazine. You were comfortably submerged in the soapy water in your bathtub, your hair cascading over the edge as you read.

Tate sat on the edge of the bathtub, whirling the water softly with his hand, not making eye contact with you.

“I know,” Tate mumbled, his eyes raking over your naked body covered in soap suds. His breath hitched as his gaze centred in on where the curve of your breasts left the water, your nipples perked from the cool air.

He just wanted attention, and most of all, he wanted to touch you, to be touched by you.

“I’ll talk to you later,” you mumbled back, chewing on your bottom lip as you engrossed yourself in all the celebrity gossip that jumped out at you from the glossy page.

“But.. I wanna be with you. Now,” Tate wasn’t taking no for an answer, his fingers that were playing with the water moving upwards to caress the soft skin of your arm.

You let out another sigh, closing your eyes and leaning your head back onto the edge of the tub. Tate’s wondering fingers ran up your arm challengingly, until they were tracing over your collarbones.

When you didn’t say anything in protest, Tate continued, his touch leaving you for only a moment before it was back, this time on your exposed breasts. His hand cupped the warm mound of flesh, his forefinger and thumb pinching your erect nipple. A moan bubbled at the back of your throat, but you didn’t let it leave your lips.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

Your eyes open to look up at Tate, who’s gaze was still fixated on your breasts. As he massaged one in his hand, you noticed his other hand palming himself through his jeans.

“Nothing mommy,” Tate whispered, his hand travelling over to your other breast to repeat his actions.

“Is this because I haven’t touched you today?” Your gaze remained on Tate’s hand as it desperately squeezed at his hardening erection. He was so needy, and seeing your naked in the bath only brought it out more in him.

“Yes momma, need you,” Tate refused to give up, his hand now moving from your breast to your stomach, his fingers featherlike under the water.

“Tate,” you bit into your lip harder as his fingertips traced your hipbones, before reaching the apex of your thighs.

He stilled for a moment before you made eye contact.

“Please mommy,” Tate looked at you desperately as he whined for you, taking his hand off himself to guide one of yours towards him.

“Please what, Tate?” You test him as your fingers pinch around the fastener of his jeans.

“Please I need you to touch me,” he whines again, his eyes silently pleading with you as his hips slightly buckle up to meet your hand.

“Mommy likes it when you use your words,” you coo, unzipping his pants and unbinding the button.

Tate bit back a smile as you worked to pull down his boxers slowly, gasping softly as his cock sprung out and hit his stomach.

“That looks so sore,” you observe the way his angry red tip leaks with pearls of pre cum and begin softly tracing the veins that protrude from his shaft.

Tate’s eyes close from your gentle touch, and a soft whimper leaves his parted lips.

“M-more, please momma, it hurts,” Tate pines, his own hand reaching for the heat between your legs. The pads of his fingertips rest on your clit, applying the smallest amount of pressure. A coil begins to tighten in your lower abdomen as you continue to softly tease him. You loved how desirous he was for you.

“I bet it hurts, baby,” your hand finally wraps around the base of his cock, squeezing gently. He lets out another whimper that almost sounds like a cry. When his eyes open you can see them glassed over with tears he didn’t want to let fall.

“Keep touching mommy,” you instruct him, “maybe then you’ll be rewarded.”

Tate works vigilantly, gliding his fingers across your clit down to your entrance, and then back up again. The water made everything so soft and wet, and it drove you both crazy.

“You feel so good mommy,” Tate continues circling your sensitive bundle of nerves, watching as your body relaxes with pleasure.

“You’re making me feel so good,” you utter, moving your hand upwards on his shaft, collected the pre cum with your palm and smearing it down the expanse of his length.

Tate groans softly as you work with him in your hand, before his fingers sink back to your opening and slide inside. Your back arches off the bathtub as he steadily begins to pump two fingers inside you, watching diligently to the way your body responds to his touch.

“That’s it baby. Just like that,” you praise, picking up pace around him, squeezing just a fraction harder.

“Oooh-fuck, mommy,” Tate whines, buckling his hips up again to meet with your hand as it strokes him, still knuckle-deep inside your velvet, pulsing cunt.

Tate fingers curl up to meet your g spot and your breath hitches in your throat. With shaking thighs, you clamp your legs closed around Tate’s hand, anticipating your release. He always got you so worked up.

“Cum with me baby, you’re gonna make mommy cum.”

The heel of his palm rests against your clit, speeding up his fingers as your hand returns the favour around his clock. Tate begins to work up a sweat, indulging in pleasuring you the same way you’re pleasuring him.

“I’m cumming momma- oh, holy fuck,”

His cock twitches in your hand as you begin to pulse around his fingers, and soon you’re both coming together. Tate’s body shudders as he reaches his climax, hot spurts of cum coating his simple striped t-shirt as you moan his name through your orgasm.

Your hand doesn’t leave his cock as it rests against his stomach, feeling his heavy breathing against your fingers.

“Feel better baby?” You ask as he removes his hand, his cheeks flushed red in titillation.

“Thank you mommy,” Tate bites down on his lip as you squeeze at his sensitive cock, trying to alleviate some of the rawness he was feeling.

“You did so good,” you take his hand in yours, bringing his fingers up to your mouth and slotting them inside to meet with your tongue.

Tate watches with wide, dark eyes as you suck off what’s left of your arousal from his fingers. He can’t wait for you to get out of the bath so he could cum again.

“Now let momma finish her bath.”