#harrystacowwe

[wetookanoath]

Happy birthday! I hope your day is going amazing!😁 (BTW: I love BuzzFeed Unsolved. Shane and Ryan are hilarious and amazing.)

Thank you, sweetheart! And yes, they are incredibly funny. I adore them too!

PS: My birthday was on Monday, not today.

[slashers-hell]

Hello! I'm new to your blog, but I love the content. I'm a huge fan of Michael and i am beginning to write fanfics about him and so I need to ask a favor? Or maybe get permission is the right context. I got an idea for a story/imagine by reading your psycho sexuality, if I'm saying that right, post. May I have your permission to write based on some facts from your post? Btw, sorry if this is jumbled and doesn't make sense. It's 8am and I haven't slept since the day before.

Hey, thank you so much for your kind words. ♥ Sure, I don’t mind if you take inspiration from my posts in regards to Michael. Though please make sure to link me to your fanfiction if you finished it since I’d love to read it! Also, if you have any other questions about his psyche or him, just ask me. :) And no, you made absolutely sense despite being sleep-deprived, don’t worry about it, haha. 

[turtleshorties]

I hope you start feeling better💙💙

@harrystacowwe Thank you kindly, I truly appreciate it! 💙❤️💜🧡

[nicolewoo]

Woohoo! Headed to a cabin in the woods for some vaca, and I’ve got fics from @harrystacowwe and @writinglionqueen ready to go. I’m going to stick my toes in the water and enjoy my reading!!

[captain-reigns-romans]

All Things Go [R.R] (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/hPh6AadIgV This is an OC x Roman story. I didn't think I could love a single person the way I love him. It just seems too complicated, like I'm setting myself up for heartbreak and abandonment. All it takes is one word, one "Go" and my life will be over, my heart crushed to pieces by the sledgehammer that is his words. He knows I'm fragile, he knows I have a heart of broken glass glued together, ugly and tattered and dusted with black that represents the pain. And just because he doesn't seem like the type, it doesn't mean he won't do it. Eventually, he'll get tired, they all get tired. And even so, as those bone-breaking words leave his lips like silk against my skin, it'll all be worth it; the tears, the pain, the elephant-weighing pressure on my chest. Everything. Why? Because he is worth it.

@harrystacowwe 

[sincerelysaraahh]

Taste Buds

Dean Winchester x Reader

Prompt : 3. Scary movie marathon

15. “Don’t pretend you didn’t like it.” Requested by @harrystacowwe

Tonight, you and Dean bought a crap load of snacks and beer for the scary movie marathon you had planned.

“Where’s the pie?!” Dean asked, beginning to panic as he rummaged through the bags. “Did we forget the freakin pie?!”

You let out a soft chuckle, and gave him the bag with the pie.

“I noticed there wasn’t any, so I got some for you.”

He flashed a cheeky grin, giving you a quick high five. “That’s my girl.”

Suddenly, you felt your stomach flutter. You have been crushing on Dean for as long as you can remember but were too nervous to tell him.

“So what movie are we going to watch first?” You asked.

He shrugged his shoulders, looking through the stack of movies.

After a minute or two, you both decided on watching Halloween.

Kicking up his feet, Dean slouched into the couch and took a big swing of his beer. He then opened his pie and began to devour it.

You couldn’t help but sit back and watch him, with your candy, chuckling.

“You’re such a fatty!” You teased.

With whip cream around his lips and a full mouth, he looked up at you, chewing obnoxiously and smiled.

“You love it.” He winked.

You playfully rolled your eyes and looked down at your candy. Waiting for the movie to start.

Dean had a little smirk on his face when an idea popped in his head.

“Do you want some?” He asked, knowing very well you weren’t a big fan of the pie he was eating.

“Ew, no!” You said.

He sat up, his smirk growing as he decided to shove the piece of pie in your face. Getting the whip cream all over.

He couldn’t help but belt out into laughter.

You however, weren’t laughing. Instead you shot him a glare, and reached for your drink before pouring it over his head.

It became a full on food fight, that only lasted a few minutes once Sam walked into the room.

“You are both children!” He said. “You guys better clean this up.”

“He started it!” You yelped, a smile lingering on your lips. “With that shit he calls food.”

“Don’t pretend you didn’t like it!” He exclaimed.

Sam rolled his eyes and walked away. Not giving you guys another second of his time.

Once sam was out of sight and the movie started, dean wiped some of the whip cream off your lips on to his finger and licked it off.

“Still good.” He smiled.

A part of you felt a bit flirtatious, you couldn’t help but say something teasingly.

“I’m sure I taste even better.” You winked before getting up to your feet and heading to the bathroom to wash your face.

Dean’s brows raised as he watched you, speechless from your quick remark. And as you closed the door behind him, he flashed a cheeky grin.

“Tonight’s going to be fun.” He whispered to himself.

[roman-reigns-princess]

Sugar and Spice (Roman Reigns): Chapter 1

Chapter 2 Read it on Wattpad Writing Masterlist

Summary: Aasha and Leati lives are intertwined; it began with a simple contract six years ago that led to love and romance. Although they now live together, they lead busy lives that ten to keep them apart for weeks on end.They finally get a week to themselves in one of their favourite cities, Rome, Italy. Aasha has a couple surprises prepared for Leati, but little does she know, he has a couple of huge surprises for her as well.

Warnings (for the fic over all, not specifically this chapter): cis-female OC, 18+, definitely smutty, daddy kink, schoolgirl kink(?), anal play, choking, age difference,  unprotected sex (wrap it up yall), maybe a lil bit of a breeding kink (dont @ me), possibly semi-public sex, idk if this needs a warning but I use his first name in this fic just cause i really love it?

Aasha (OFC) Face Claim: Alia Bhatt (but like thiccer, and w longer hair)

Word Count: 2813

A/N: I wanna thank @reignwithflair​ and @macfizzle​ for helpin me out w this fic, and giving me some bomb ass ideas. Legit had this fic in my drafts since like June, but thanks to them i finally got it started properly. I originally wanted it to be more focused on their sugar relationship, but i added too much romance so like idk what to even call this fic anymore im sorry yall

Tag List: @macfizzle @reignwithflair @hoodgirl163 @vivalavonvon @imagines–assemble @spidermans-l-o-v-e-r@lavitabella87 @queenreignsempire @ziasaph @vanity1385@itsnethbellins @itsilovelukehemmings@randomfandompenguin @mrsamberlopezgoodanoai @harrystacowwe@hoshithehotspur @flawlessglamazon@inkedirishbbydoll-blog-blog @miss-limited-edition @kakakatey@moneypowergloryfameliquorlove@romanxreignz @firered82 @southernbelle91@reigningxo @littledeadrottinghood @cute-face-chubby-waist @arrowtothecrown@roman-reigns-truth @romansambrose @it-is-reigning-men @fictionalabyss @cool-snowball-22-blog

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Tucking her phone and room key into her purse, Aasha made her way to the elevator to go down to the bar in the hotel. Leati's flight wouldn't land for at least another half hour, meaning he'd probably get to the hotel in an hour.

She had arrived earlier in the day, and spent most of it preparing a surprise for him, going through the internet, and asking friends who had experience; she figured she'd treat herself a little before he got here.

She'd known for a while now that Leati had a thing for the whole school girl outfit, and Aasha had  been getting more and more curious about trying anal, though she hadn't said anything about it to Leati.

Over the past month or so she had been working her way up from the smallest anal plug, looking up how to do enemas properly, and talking to experienced friends. She'd also been putting together the perfect outfit for him, choosing each article of clothing separately to fit the idea she had in mind.

However, both their schedules had been too busy and they'd barely seen each other for the past 3 weeks. They were finally getting a whole week to themselves, and Leati suggested that they spend it in Rome at the renowned Westin Excelsior.

The Westin Excelsior was a stunning hotel that stood right in the middle of Rome; the architecture reminiscent of Ancient Roman palaces. The building itself was six stories tall, with a dome on top of one corner. Leati had, as usual, booked the biggest, most luxurious suite; the Villa La Cupola took up a good portion of the fifth and sixth floor of the hotel, including the dome.

Aasha's eyes nearly popped out of her head when she first walked into their villa. The living room was huge, decorated with a beautiful fresco; the velvety red curtains hanging from the floor to ceiling windows were drawn, allowing the sun to brighten up the room and warm up the marble floors.

It had its own kitchen, dining room, studio, and even a private gym, but her favourite feature was the Roman bath style Jacuzzi on the sixth floor that led to a terrace over looking the city, with St. Peter's Basilica in the distance.

The bedroom was another work of art; the floors covered with a beige and brown carpet that had red and peach designs curling across, matching the furniture, and heavy curtains.

There was a king sized bed pushed back against the wall, positioned so that the sun lit up the pristine white sheets; it was high enough that she needed to hop up onto it. The four posts around the bed were painted a bright gold that was offset by the gold patterned red drapes hanging off of them.

The rest of the hotel was just as beautiful, with its marble flooring, and artwork. She wandered around a little, admiring the beautiful paintings, and statues that decorated the different hallways before asking one of the staff to point her in the direction of the bar.

The bar was fairly empty, with only a small group of people occupying a corner of the room. Aasha hopped up onto one of the leather clad bar stools and ordered a cherry martini from the bartender. She thanked the bartender and gave him the room number to open a tab.

As she sat at the bar enjoying her drink, her mind began to wander back a few years to when she was in a similar place, waiting to meet Leati for the first time.

Aasha sat at the table of a fancy restaurant, her delicate fingers running up and down the stem of her glass as she waited for him. She had never been this nervous before, especially since she'd never done anything like this before either.

She was barely into her first year of college, and she was switching her major to photography, something her parents were not willing to financially support. Aasha didn't want to take student loans, but fortunately, her friend had told her about the arrangement she had with her sugar daddy, and Aasha had decided to give it a shot.

She had made it explicitly clear that she wasn't willing to do anything sexual for money; coming from a religious, Indian family, she had done barely anything more than kissing. She didn't really care about waiting till marriage to have sex, but she wasn't comfortable with the idea of having her first time be with some random guy who payed her for it.

It came as quite a surprise to her when Leati contacted her. She'd expected him to be less attractive, and much older than he was; granted he was about 10 years older than her, but he was only in his late 20s.

He had given her basic information about himself, and what he would want out of an arrangement, and they had agreed to meet face to face before finalizing anything. He was one of the founders of a major security company that often provided bodyguards to the highest ranking people, and he simply wanted someone to attend work functions with him without the hassle or drama of courting someone.

She was so lost in her thoughts that when a large hand gently gripped her shoulder she jumped, nearly knocking her virgin strawberry daiquiri over in the process; she looked up at the owner to find Leati Anoa'i looking down at her.

"Hi, you must be Aasha, I'm Leati," he said, flashing her a smile.

Her lips parted a little as her eyes drank him in, he was even more beautiful in real life, and certainly more intimidating if he wasn't smiling. He wore a grey suit with a red tie, his hair was slicked back into a bun, and he was clean shaven except for his mustache and goatee.

She blinked a couple times before realizing she was staring at him, she hurriedly stood up and held out her hand, a blush spread across her face as it finally occurred to her that she had no idea what she was supposed to do.

"I-um, yeah-it's good to meet you," she stuttered, biting the inside of her cheek for that. Her face turned redder as he chuckled and gently wrapped his hand around her fingers and pressed a light kiss on her knuckles.

"Pleasure's all mine, babygirl," he replied, letting go of her hand so they could both take a seat. "So, what would you like to eat?"

They spent the rest of the evening talking, and getting to know each other. He was one of three of the major owners of the company, he lived in Tampa about 45 minutes away from her, and he traveled a lot. By the end of the night, Aasha was relaxed, and comfortable enough around him to explain what she wanted, and what she was willing to do.

They didn't have any clashing needs, and he was more than happy to tell her that he'd draw up an agreement as soon as possible for the both of them to sign. He didn't seem to care that she wanted to keep their relationship platonic, but he did say once that if she wanted to go further he wouldn't be opposed to it.

Setting down her empty glass, she left a generous tip for the bartender, and slowly began to make her way back up to the room.

Over time her and Leati's relationship had evolved. They had become good friends, and she stuck with him through two attempted hostile takeovers by his partners even when he tried telling her he didn't want her caught up in that. He started bringing her to family gatherings, stating that he wanted his mother to stop bugging him about settling down. She got to know his family, his twin cousins who became his new partners, and even became close friends with his sister-in-laws, Trinity and Kecia.

As they spent more time together, she started to develop feelings for Leati, but her fear of rejection kept her silent, until one day she got a little too tipsy at an event and ended up confessing to him in the car.

Leati had a firm grip on Aasha's waist as they made their way down the steps of the hotel; he was glowering from the incident moments ago, one hand clenched into a fist at his side. Aasha couldn't help the shiver of fear that ran through her when she looked up at him, the only other time she'd seen him this angry was when Colby tried to wrest the company from Leati.

She'd known that this conference was a bad idea, she tried telling Leati that the McMahons would probably send Lopez as their representative to hopefully throw him off or simply to sew discord, but Leati's stubborn Italian pride wouldn't let him back down from this. To his credit, he managed to keep a lid on his emotions for most of the conference, that is until the farewell dinner.

Leati had left her alone momentarily to go to the restroom, which gave Colby the opportunity to slink up to her with that typical half smirk etched into his face. She gave him a polite smile and took a large sip of her champagne, not wanting to stir up any shit when they were so close to leaving.

"It's been too long, Aasha, you're looking good," she cringed as Colby's eyes took their time looking her over. "We never talk anymore, not even a Happy New Year text?"

"That's your own fault, Lopez," she glared at him, she wanted to get up and leave but there were people standing around the table, blocking her off; the only exit was past the man leering at her. "No one forced you to stab us-him in the back."

"Us? Did you guys finally hook up? Or is it still purely platonic?" he scoffed, not even bothering to acknowledge everything else she'd said.

"N-no, we're just good friends, something you obviously know nothing about," she bit back, taking another gulp of her drink.

"So you're not off the market? Cause I assure you, I can be a very good friend," Colby's smirk widened into a malicious smile as he leaned in, a hand coming to rest on her bare knee. She recoiled with disgust, ready to throw her drink in his face when she felt a  larger hand grab her arm, pulling her up and away from him.

She looked up to see Leati glaring at his former partner; Colby had the good sense to look somewhat scared as he stood up and subtly tried to back away. For each step he took back, the large Samoan took two forward.

"Hey, hey, listen, he's not worth it, let's just leave," Aasha pleaded, tugging at his arm. She tried not to shiver as he looked at her, his infamous volcanic rage simmering in his eyes. "Please."

"Fine," he said, giving Lopez one last scathing look before turning on his heel to march off with his arm around Aasha's waist. She texted the driver to meet them at the front as they made their way through the halls of the hotel.

They came to a stop at the entrance, waiting for the driver to pull up with their limo. Aasha turned to Leati, unbuttoning his jacket to slide her arms around him as she buried her face in the crook of his neck. A startled sound bubbled in his throat, but he hugged her back, kissing the top of her head. They stayed like that until the car drove up.

"I'm sorry," Leati said as he settled in next to her; she looked up at him in surprise. "I know you hate it when I get mad, I just couldn't stand the fact that he put his hands on you, I didn't mean to scare you."

"No, it's okay, you could never scare me, it was actually kinda hot," she mumbled the last part, her face heating up at the confession. She buried her face in his shoulder when his serious expression turned into a smirk. She arched into him as he slid a hand up her spine to grab her hair and pull her head back.

"You think it's hot?" he asked, a dangerous gleam in his eyes as he leaned in closer so that his face was inches from hers. "I-"

She cut him off with a kiss, her hands grabbing his shoulders to pull him closer. His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her onto him so that she was straddling his lap. She teasingly bit his lip, eliciting a deep growl from him. She pulled away to look up at him, the both of them panting a little as they stared at each other wide eyed.

"I think I love you," she blurted.

Aasha chuckled at the memory as she walked into the VIlla; back then she had been mortified, but thinking back to it now it seemed rather funny.

Glancing at her phone she saw that she had 40 more minutes till Leati got there. It would be just enough time to shower, and finish the final steps for her surprise. She took a quick 15 minute shower, then hopped out to grab the lube and one of her plugs. She decided to go with one of the smaller ones with a pink diamond on the top because she didn't want to deal with any discomfort.

After working it in, she left the lube in the drawer of a nightstand by the bed, slipped on a shorter baby pink silk robe, and went back to the bathroom to dry off her hair. She finished just in time to hear the door to the Villa opening and closing.

"Aasha?" Her face lit up as she heard Leati's deep voice. She let out a shriek of happiness, rushing out of the bathroom to find him setting his bags down in the bedroom. She practically jumped into his arms, making him laugh as he picked her up with one arm; much to her delight he had grown his beard out, but it also tickled her skin as he buried his face in her neck. "I missed you too, babe."

"God you look so good, it feels like it's been forever, I hate being apart for that long, promise me we won't have to spend more than a week apart again, Lea," she mumbled, giving him a deep kiss to show him just how much she missed him; his chest rumbled against her as he chuckled at the nickname she'd used.

"I dunno if I can promise that, but I'm sure if you gave the Board a good talkin to, they'll see things your way," he joked, walking to the bed to set her down. She pulled back to give him a mock glare before grabbing the front of his shirt to bring him in for another kiss.

His large hands roamed over her thighs, pushing up her robe as he massaged her soft skin; her own hands were busy rediscovering his strong chest, enjoying the warmth that she had desperately missed over the past few weeks, when he pushed her back with a quick shove before dropping to his knees to push her legs apart. She was about to let him when she remembered that she'd prepared surprises for him.

"Wait! No, I, uh," she said, hurriedly sitting up and clamping her legs shut. Leati gave her the cutest pout as he stood up. "I'm sorry, its just I got you a couple surprises but I haven't finished putting them together. Why don't you go take a shower, I'll be done by then."

"I GUESS I can wait a little while longer," he sighed dramatically, giving her a kiss and a grin. "You better be done by the time I'm out, cause I'll fuck you right where you stand, got it?"

"Yes, Daddy," she said with a cheeky smirk as she pushed him towards the bathroom. He gave her one last kiss, and landed a smack on her ass before walking into the shower.

Aasha dug through her bag, pulling on the outfit she had put together; a white button up shirt tucked into a flow-y black skirt that barely covered her ass, white thigh high socks held up by black thigh garters, and a loosely tied black tie. She could hear her boyfriend getting out of the shower and turning on the hair dryer which gave her just enough time to brush her own hair out and pull it up into two ponytails.

She just finished tucking her brush away, and unbuttoning the top 3 buttons of her shirt when the bathroom door opened and out stepped Leati in nothing but a towel.

[aurora-the-kunoichi]

Oh yes @harrystacowwe that was absolutely lovely. Thank you for the tag🤤

@waterstar2016

“Ya’ can repay me in the mornin’.”

Warnings: NSFW (18+), Graphic language, Explicit language… 

Character(s): Raphael (TMNT 14/16) x Reader 

Tags: @aurora-the-kunoichi​ @moonlightflower21​ @donatello-writes​

A/N: I’m new to posting on this platform with my own content, so please be nice lol. This is my first TMNT imagine and, yes, I wrote it for my favorite (Raphael). Please excuse any mistakes that I made, I wasn’t sure what I was doing when I wrote this, haha. And to the lovely people that I tagged, I just wanted to see if you’d check it out, maybe give it a read? Maybe share it and let other people read it? You don’t have to and my apologies if you didn’t want to be tagged. I know Raph may not be your turtle of choice, but I was just looking for some feedback or something. Again, thank you if you do and I understand if you don’t want to read it or share it. 

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The sound of the clock ticking annoyed her right ear and her heavy eyes stared up at the ceiling above, watching as the fan spun just enough for a cool breeze to blow through the room. It was completely dark outside, possibly about two-am, but she just couldn’t seem to fall asleep. The large window on the far wall was ajar, the light curtains blowing with the breeze of the late-night wind. It wasn’t too loud outside, yet she still couldn’t fall asleep. 

Lifting her cell-phone in front of her face, she unlocked it with her thumb and went straight to her text messages. There was a certain name she had been looking for and when she found it she sent a simple greeting just to make sure he wasn’t busy or asleep. She placed the phone on her chest and within the next few seconds, the phone buzzed against her skin. He was awake and had told her to hang tight, that he’d be over within moments. 

She waited anxiously in her spot, her foot rubbing against the other underneath the dark comforter. Her heartbeat slowly picked up with every little noise from outside. She knew he was coming, however, that didn’t stop her stomach from knotting up or her heart to rise until the thumping of the organ could be felt in her throat. Every time she saw him, in light or in darkness, it was as if she had just discovered him. An aching feeling burnt in the pit of her stomach and it spread until her panties were soaked and her toes were tingling. 

The harsh thump against the fire escape alerted her of his arrival. Her hand reached to her right and she turned her lamp on, her eyes now fixating on his tall and strong body. He stood six-foot-six and his muscles made it hard for him to fit through her window, especially with the large shell hanging on his back. They stared at one another, his bright-golden eyes gazing down her covered body with his lip caught between his teeth. She couldn’t help herself and let her gaze rake up and down his form. 

“Ya’ couldn’t sleep?” His voice was decently deep and coated with a thick New York accent. He smiled and stepped forward, watching as she slowly sat up in bed. 

“No. I’m sorry if I bothered or interrupted anything-”

“Nah, ya’ didn’t. I’m actually glad ya’ texted me. Mykie’s been braggin’ about his winnin’ streak on Fifa and it was gettin’ annoying,” he chuckled and took a spot on the end of the mattress. “But I thought ya’ said what we were doing’ was over?”

“…Yeah, I know. I don’t know-” She was completely confused. There was a craving, a yearning, for him. His lips, his cold hands, rough skin, his voice. She had called their arrangement off, yet she seemed to find herself regretting it. 

“Ya’ don’t have to explain. I came, didn’t I? I guess ya’ can take that as a hint that I miss ya’ too.”

She nodded, yet she still wasn’t sure of what exactly to do. He looked at her and watched her face for any signal as to what move to make, but he didn’t find a single one. Placing his large hand on her leg, he slid it up until it grasped hers. She felt a surge of warmth slide down her until it reached the most sensitive part of her. 

“Raph…” She choked on her breath as his hand parted from hers and began to snake down to the band of her panties. He played with the elastic for a moment, one of his fingers rubbing up and down her slit. Raphael began to pull the blanket from her body. He wanted a full preview. 

His eyes flicked up to hers and he felt his cock harden in his shorts. She was staring at him, her mouth hanging open and her nipples peeking through the thin material of her tank top. Raph reached up and began kissing her neck, his teeth and tongue working to mark her flesh all the while one of his fingers circled her clothed clit. She moaned and moved her head, widening the surface area for his mouth. 

“Do ya’ want me to stop?” he whispered, his tongue staining her skin. She looked at him, her arm wrapping around his neck and pulling him in for a deep, tongue filled kiss. “Use your words, baby.” His lips left kisses from her neck all the way down to her cleavage. 

“No… please,” she begged, her eyes watching as he easily pulled her shirt apart, exposing her chest. 

“Please what, baby?” His mouth wrapped around her left breast, his tongue lapping around her already hardened nipple. 

“Please… don’t stop…” 

Raph switched his mouth over to her right breast, his hands still groping and working her left. She let her head fall back before looking back down at him with her tit still in his mouth. He made sure to make eye-contact as he bit down on her nipple and pulled gently before wrapping his mouth around her whole breast again. 

Raph sat up, his mouth coming off of her skin with a wet ‘pop’. His gear had already been removed before arriving in her apartment, but he still stood to his full height and removed the shorts that restricted his hard length from springing free. His dick bounced against the bottom of his plastron before resting heavily in his hand. Raph jerked the covers from his lover’s nearly-naked body and climbed back on the bed, his body resting comfortably in-between her legs. He kissed her thighs and bit down just enough to turn the skin pink. 

She watched him, still, from above and played with the ends of his tattered, red bandana. He was beautiful with it off, but she loved the way it looked on him. She always thought that the red cloth made his eyes seem brighter, yet hidden in the shadows of the mask. Raph began pulling her panties from her, cursing beneath his breath as he watched a string of her excitement detach itself from her pussy lips before resting in the cotton material. She was so wet, and he could smell her arousal. The closer he got, the stronger her scent was. He couldn’t help it and bit down harshly into her thigh, making her jump and jerk. 

“Sorry,” he said, his eyes darker and his voice deeper, raspier. “I’ve just missed how ya’ taste.” 

There was that same jolt of something indescribable. She loved when he talked dirty and, boy, was he good at it. His words could get so filthy, nasty even. Yet she loved it every time. And he knew it too, for he teased her with his voice many times before. 

Raph ran his tongue slowly up her closed slit, his eyes locked with hers again. He watched every deep breath she took, every twitch of her body, and listened to every small sound that left her lips. He watched her as he slipped his tongue between her folds and lapped up her juices, teasing her hole with his tongue. 

A growl-like noise left his mouth as he circled her clit with his tongue before wrapping his lips around it and sucking. He let his hands wander up her body until they grabbed a hold of her chest and squeezed, his mouth still sucking and licking her pussy. Her head had fallen back moments ago and she couldn’t find the energy to pull it back up to watch him. But she did place one hand on his left one as it groped her chest, helping him squeeze her breast. All the while her other hand reached down to the back of his head and pushed his face into her, her hips jerking and grinding his against his tongue. 

Raph could tell that she was close to orgasming by the way her moans increased in volume. A smirk found its way onto his lips as he slid his tongue as far inside of her as it would go, his finger rubbing her clit for extra measure. She was grinding against his face and Raphael felt close to his own orgasm just by that alone. He felt high as he swirled and thrusted his tongue inside of her, flicking and licking against her tight walls. 

Her legs began to shake. Raphael had found that euphoric spot inside of her that not even she or her toys could find. He knew what was to happen next, so he flicked his tongue faster, as deep as his mouth would let him. Her hands grabbed his head as she cried out, her orgasm squirting out of her and onto the bed, her blanket, and even Raph himself. He tried to rub her clit to make her come again, but she was too sensitive and jerked back when his rough digit came in contact. 

Smiling, Raph moved upward until his lips found hers in a slow kiss. She was still feeling it and moved her head to rest into the crook of Raph’s neck. Raph kissed her skin gently before standing up and flicking the light back off, his large frame walking to the other side of her bed and climbing in beside her. 

“I didn’t do anything for you,” she whispered. Raph pulled her in for another gentle kiss. 

“Ya’ can repay me in the mornin’,” he laughed. She smiled and cuddled into him after he pulled the comforter back up and around their bodies. Raph pulled her close, her bare ass against his still-hardened dick,  and wrapped one arm around her torso, his hand grabbing her boob, and his other hand resting warmly in between her legs. “Get some sleep,” he whispered, kissing her head and relaxing against her. 

She had only nodded in response and Raph closed his eyes, his body pressed against hers, and let himself fall asleep- at least until he had to leave.

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A/N:

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Thanks so much!

[turtleshorties]

I was tagged by the sweet @bluesakurablossom, and here is my attempt of the game from my main blog.

I'll tag the 25 last from my notifications, feel free to join along and have fun. 💙❤️💜🧡

@counterproductiveartist @meraki-imaginato @harrystacowwe @theedoodlegirl @wooloowarlock @losing-your-job-brady @slash2347 @tmntthristy @leather-mommy @soft-pirate-merman @drawing-is-meh-life-forever @k33llyy @blue-ninja08 @kryttlebee @jaymiinn @arthurofthebook @medicalbluefrost @bootyyy-shaker9000 @omega-queen-collects-lipstick @turkeydinner-jpeg @floaturgoat @rejectedmoon1117 @ngamer480 @bumblebee-231487 @l0stnika

Get To Know Me Game

I was tagged by my gorgeous shellsis @bloody-dark-shells03, thank you sweetness. ❤️😘

Rule is to tag 21 people you wanna get to know better.

Nickname: Netta, Nettie, Shortie.

Real name: Anette Sofie, or just Anette.

Zodiac: Sagittarius.

Favorite musicians or bands: My answer to this is usually the radio, but I'm into Dua Lipa and Ava Max right now.

Favorite sports team: I love and support the football (soccer) team Bodø Glimt in my hometown. Beside that it's cheering on Norway, we tease the shit out of each other at work, because of the never ending competition of who's better: Norway or Sweden. It's great to be Norwegian in Sweden. 😂😘

Other blogs: @turtleshorties (my tmnt blog for hc's, fanfics and more), @shellshockedrebel (my rp blog), @themafiaturtles (my tmnt mafia au blog, but haven't come far with it). I have more ideas for blogs, including some marvel/avengers blogs.

Do I get asks: Not so often on this blog, mostly on @turtleshorties. Had to close the ask box for a moment.

How many blogs do I follow: 537 awesome blogs.

Tumblr crushes: many sweet peaches out here, but that's tea for another day. 😏

Lucky number: 3, 5, 7.

What am I wearing: All black; black socks, black thin sweatpants, a black Snoop Dogg shirt, then black and blue underwear.

Dream vacation: New York City, hopefully one day when it is safe to travel.

Dream car: Range Rover.

Favorite food: I love pizza!

Drink of choice: I kinda like energy drinks a bit too much, so my choice is Nocco (Swedish energy drink).

Instruments: Nope, I can't play any instruments.

Languages: Norwegian, Swedish and English. I know a few words German too after 3 years of trying to learn it in school.

Celebrity crushes: Sebastian Stan, Chris Evans, Vin Diesel, Anthony Mackie, Chris Hemsworth, Scarlett Johansson and more.😍

Random facts:

I'm tagging: @forerunnertracer, @ellieandtheguys, @autumn-the-punk, @nikitaboeve, @southernblossoms, @hollybunch95, @sunrise-drive, @tmnt-after-dark, @lewatigress, @savvy-mutant-turtle-banger, @bishop-agent-provocateur, @imthegreenfairy88, @aurora-the-kunoichi, @frecklecakes, @tmnthood2, @cheekgirlxxx

[slashers-hell]

You're honestly so smart and amazing🌸🤗

You are too sweet to me, ofhgmsd, thank you so much ꈍ .̮ ꈍ💕

[turtleshorties]

You’re such a good writer!😊😁

@harrystacowwe oh thank you so much, that's so sweet and kind! Thankuuuuu! 🤩💕

[slashers-hell]

Thanks so much and I will🌸🌸

Sure thing. 💖

[roman-reigns-princess]

Hey yall so im probably gonna post the first chapter to that post-sugar daddy(ish) au roman fic sometime tonight or tmr, and this is my current tag list (if anyone wants to get taken off or added, let me know):

@macfizzle @reignwithflair @imagines--assemble @spidermans-l-o-v-e-r @lavitabella87 @ziasaph @vanity1385 @itsnethbellins @itsilovelukehemmings @randomfandompenguin @mrsamberlopezgoodanoai @harrystacowwe @hoshithehotspur @flawlessglamazon @inkedirishbbydoll-blog-blog @miss-limited-edition @kakakatey @moneypowergloryfameliquorlove @romanxreignz @firered82 @southernbelle91 @reigningxo @littledeadrottinghood @cute-face-chubby-waist @arrowtothecrown @roman-reigns-truth @romansambrose @it-is-reigning-men @fictionalabyss

[star-dust-wanderer]

@harrystacowwe I love this!! Reader is a deadlight too? Or just has his same powers?

I would love to read more!! (If you are tagging can you please tag me too?)

Just Like Me [Chapter One]

Word Count: 1012

Warnings: None that I can think of.

A/n: My first story on Tumblr. I really hope you guys like this! Thank you for reading. Disclaimer! I do not own any of the characters other than my own. 

The weather was rainy and gloomy, grey swept over the skies like a blanket. There were people shopping and driving in this horrible weather, there were people who walked and played in it, too. But nothing could beat, or stand out, like the little boy in the yellow raincoat, chasing his boat down the street. His innocent eyes watching it bump against the curb and swoop around the road, smiling at laughing.

It only took the flow of the rain and wind to speed up, the paper boat was floating too fast for his little feet to catch up to. His eyes didn’t leave it, though, he wasn’t going to lose it. It was a gift from his brother, Bill, whom he loved very much. It was only when he bumped his head against the yellow barricade that had DPD on it, the hard wood sat still in the middle of the road.

He didn’t waste a minute to stand up, chasing after it again, his feet moving faster, his forehead dampened with rain. Georgie screamed as the paper boat fell into one of the storm drains, falling into the darkness. His eyes squinted, trying to find any source of light into the sewer, but found none.

A pair of bright, gold-like eyes snapped open in front of him, making the little boy jump back in fear. The unknown person stepped closer to the drain, letting Georgia see him better. It was a clown. His eyes were blue, unlike moments ago, and his face was painted white, unlike his nose and lips. The tip of his nose was painted red like his lips, two blood-red stripes started at the corners of his mouth and traced all the way to his large forehead. He was drooling tremendously. A cute, buck-tooth smile formed on his painted lips.

“Hiya, Georgie. What a nice boat, do you want it back?” he asked.

“Uh… Yes, please,” said Georgie, a frown on his small face.

“You look like a nice boy. I bet you have a lot of friends?”

It was obvious the clown had a lisp, his teeth didn’t touch all the way with his S’s. But, it only made him more adorable.

“Three. But my brother’s my best best.”

“And where is he?” the clown asked sweetly.

“At home. Sick.” Georgie said sadly.

“Well, I bet I can cheer him up,” he smiled. “I’ll give him a balloon. Do you want a balloon too, Georgie?”

“I’m not supposed to take stuff from strangers,” Georgie frowned.

“Oh, well, I’m Pennywise, the Dancing Clown!” the clown shakes, small bells jingly from his costume. “Pennywise, yes,” He nods, looking back at the little boy. “Pennywise, meet Georgie. Georgie, meet Pennywise.”

Georgie laughed at the little clown in the sewers. The little boy felt as if he had made a new friend.

Just down the street, not too far, was a woman. She was about eighteen, tall, blonde, curly hair, bright blue eyes. Her name was Nicki, not many people knew that. She and her family were new to town, the only people they knew were the Denbroughs. Nicki would babysit their two boys every time they wanted a night out.

She waved at the neighbors who came out to shut their screen doors, the storm getting heavier. Nicki walked closer to the Denbrough house, ready to hang out with little Georgie and play some video games with Billy. She spotted Georgie with his head almost down in the storm drain, talking to someone or looking at something. It took her a moment, but she walked over to the little boy.

The clown had sensed her presence, seeking back into the darkness of the drain, but not too far to where he couldn’t see what was happening.

“Georgie, what’re you doing? It’s freezing out here right now! You’re gonna get sick,” she huffed at the little boy, taking her coat off and wrapping it around his small frame.

“B-but, my boat. Nicki, my boat! Billy gave it to me and Pennywise has it.”

“Who is Pennywise?” she smiled, crouching down to Georgie’s height. She thought it would be another one of his made-up friends. He had lots of them.

“He’s a dancing clown who lives in the sewers. Please, let me get my boat.”

Nicki smiled in awe at the little boy, shaking her head.

“Tell you what, little man. I’ll get your boat, yeah? And you go on home and stand by the fireplace. Okay?”

“Okay,” the boy said sadly.

As soon as Georgie was gone, Nicki contemplated whether or not to actually look for his paper boat. But, seeing as she didn’t want to disappoint him, she bent down, her eyes looking all around the darkness of the sewers.

Pennywise, who wanted to bite her head off for taking away his meal, watched her, somehow tranced by her face. He wanted to shake his head, but he knew if he did, he’d make a noise. And he wanted to jump out at her at an unexpected time.

It was when Nicki looked away from the sewers, her bright eyes looking around to see if anyone was watching. Seeing no one, she huffed and looked back down into the darkness, her eyes turning into a deep, blood red color. Nicki jumped when she spotted Pennywise standing there, his gloved hand holding onto the boat that Georgie had lost, drool dripping off of his bottom lip, his blue eyes staring up at her red ones.

“C-can I have that?” she asked and pointed to the boat. Penny looked down at it and then back up at her, slowly handing it to her. “Thank you,” she smiled.

Pennywise watched her stand to her feet before she walked away, her eyes looking back at the storm drain several times, their orbs catching each other.

Nicki walked into the Denbrough house and closed the door behind her. She did as per usual: played games with Bill and stacked legos with Georgie. Her mind still on how and why that damn clown was in the sewers.

@clownsgobeepbeep  Thank you for reading this! Let me know what you think.