#holland press release

[spideylilparker]

Meanwhile in Deadpool & Wolverine - Press Tour

They are so chaotic

[hallmark-movie-fanatics]

HOLLAND RODEN AND COREY COTT STAR IN ‘MAKING WAVES,’ A NEW, ORIGINAL MOVIE PREMIERING AUGUST 5, ON HALLMARK CHANNEL

Part of the Network’s Annual Summer Nights Programing Event

STUDIO CITY, CA – July 13, 2023 – Holland Roden (“Teen Wolf”) and Corey Cott (Newsies) star in “Making Waves,” a new, original movie premiering Saturday, August 5 (8 p.m. ET/PT), on Hallmark Channel as part of the network’s annual Summer Nights programming event.

Amelia (Roden) is a music executive who goes to a festival to beat out the competition for an elusive new band and discovers that the group is fronted by Will (Cott), her childhood summer sweetheart. Over the course of the week, as Amelia tries to convince Will that her company is the better choice for his musical vision, she realizes there might be a conflict of interest...her feelings for him.

“Making Waves” is from Hallmark Media. Marguerite Henry is executive producer. Charles Cooper is producer, and Allen Lewis serves as Supervising Producer. Terry Ingram directed from a script by Laura Streicher & Kate Schriver.

[blueiscoool]

Thieves use Explosives to Steal Gold 'Masterpieces' From Dutch Museum

Thieves have stolen four ancient artifacts, including an approximately 2,500-year-old gold helmet, after using explosives to break into a museum in the Netherlands.

The daring heist took place at Drents Museum in Assen during the early hours of Saturday morning, according to Dutch police, who said they received a report of an explosion at 3:45 a.m. local time.

CCTV footage released by police shows the suspects opening an exterior door before a blast sends sparks and smoke into the air. The thieves made off with three gold bracelets, dating from around 50 BC, as well as the 5th-century BC Helmet of Cotofenesti, a historically important artifact on loan from the National History Museum of Romania in Bucharest.

The items were part of an exhibition about the Dacians, an ancient society that occupied much of present-day Romania before being conquered by the Romans. On show since July, “Dacia: Empire of Gold and Silver” featured treasures borrowed from institutions across Romania.

In a press release on its website, Drents Museum described the Helmet of Cotofenesti — which was discovered in a Romanian village almost a century ago — as a “masterpiece.” Its design features mythological scenes and a pair of eyes, located above the wearers’, that were thought to deter enemies during battle while protecting against the “evil eye.”

The exhibition was set to conclude Sunday, though Drents Museum remained closed through the weekend due to the robbery. Its premises were damaged by the explosion, though no injuries were reported, the museum said.

Dutch police announced that they are working with global police agency Interpol and had, as of Sunday, received more than 50 tip-offs. Investigators are currently looking for information about a gray car that was stolen from the nearby city of Alkmaar earlier in the week and was discovered around four miles from the crime scene, on fire, shortly after the overnight heist.

Police believe the suspects abandoned the vehicle, which had stolen license plates, and fled in a different getaway car.

In a press statement, Drents Museum’s general director Harry Tupan, described the incident as a “dark day” — both for his institution and the National History Museum of Romania.

“We are intensely shocked by the events last night at the museum,” he added. “In its 170-year existence, there has never been such a major incident. It also gives us enormous sadness towards our colleagues in Romania.”

By Oscar Holland.

[thollandsgirl2013]

𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐭-𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

Parings → Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings → fluff

Summary → During a photoshoot, Tom teases Y/n about admiring him too much, leading to playful banter and a messy hug.

Ps: Had to write something with this photoshoot 🥵

The studio was buzzing with activity. Bright lights illuminated every corner of the large garage set where Tom was in the middle of his latest photoshoot. He stood in front of an old, beat-up car, his jeans low on his hips, his white tank top hanging off his shoulders, smudged with grease and dirt for the aesthetic. His body was toned and defined, every muscle a testament to the hours of work he’d put in at the gym.

From where you and Harry stood, leaning against a table piled with props, it was impossible not to stare. Tom looked incredible. He exuded confidence, casually wiping sweat and fake grease off his face with his tank. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from him, and apparently, Harry noticed.

“You alright there, Y/n?” Harry asked, a hint of amusement lacing his tone.

“Hm?” You replied absentmindedly, still staring at Tom as he adjusted his stance for another shot.

Harry rolled his eyes and snapped his fingers in front of your face. “Earth to Y/n! You completely stopped listening to me two minutes ago. Don’t start drooling now.”

Your eyes snapped to Harry, and you flushed slightly. “I’m not drooling!” You shot back, a little too defensively.

Harry smirked, crossing his arms. “You were about to. I’m telling Tom.”

“Don’t you dare,” you warned, narrowing your eyes at him.

Before Harry could say anything else, the photographer called for a quick break, giving Tom a moment to relax. He grabbed a water bottle and headed your way, his eyes lighting up when he saw you.

“Hey, babe,” Tom greeted, his voice warm and teasing as he approached. His eyes scanned your face, and a sly grin appeared. “Why are you so red?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but Harry beat you to it. “Oh, she was enjoying the view a bit too much, mate.”

“Shut up, Harry!” You said, your cheeks heating even more.

Tom’s grin widened as he leaned against the table beside you, his sweat and grease making him look even more effortlessly charming. “Aw, come on, darling,” he teased, his voice dropping slightly, “it’s nothing you haven’t seen before.”

“Ugh, gross,” Harry groaned, dramatically rolling his eyes. “Do you two ever turn this lovey dovey thing off?”

Tom ignored his brother, turning his full attention to you. His smirk softened into a playful pout. “You’re not gonna come give me a hug, love?”

Your nose scrunched up as you took a step back. “Absolutely not. Don’t come near me until you shower and scrub all that dirt off.”

“Aw, come on,” Tom whined, stepping toward you.

“Nope,” you said firmly, holding your hands up to stop him.

“Pleaseeeee,” he pleaded, dragging out the word.

“Nuh uh, not happening.”

“At least a kiss, please,” he pleaded, giving you his best puppy-dog eyes.

You bit your lip, trying to stay firm, but it was impossible to resist him when he looked at you like that. With a sigh, you relented. “Fine, but don’t touch me. Just bend down.”

Tom immediately obeyed, leaning down with a victorious grin. You pressed a quick kiss to his lips, but before you could pull back, his arms shot out and wrapped around you, pulling you against his dirty chest.

“Tom!” You yelped, squirming in his grip.

“Gotcha,” he said with a laugh, holding you tightly despite your protests.

“Let me go! You’re disgusting!”

“You love me,” he teased, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“Ugh, not right now, I really don’t,” you shot back, though you couldn’t hide the small smile tugging at your lips.

Harry groaned loudly, grabbing a bottle of water and chugging it down in one go. “I’m suffocating in here. Can’t you guys wait until you’re alone?”

Tom laughed, finally releasing you, though he kept an arm around your waist. “You’re just jealous, mate.”

“Jealous? Of you two? No thanks,” Harry said, shoving Tom lightly. “Just don’t get your grossness on me.”

“Don’t worry, Baz,” Tom said with a wink. “All my grossness is reserved for my love.”

You rolled your eyes, wiping some of the dirt off your arm. “You’re lucky you’re cute, Holland.”

“I know,” he said smugly, leaning down to steal another quick kiss before you could stop him.

‎∗ ࣪ ˖༺ 𓆩☆𓆪 ༻˖ ࣪ ∗

[destielmemenews]

"The "Spider-Man" movie star launched BERO on Wednesday and said in a press release, "For me, BERO is personal. After two years on my sobriety journey, I wanted to create something that reflected my lifestyle and values."

Holland said in the annoucement, "This beer isn't just for those on a similar path, but for everyone who appreciates quality, craftsmanship and living life to the fullest. BERO delivers the taste and experience of a great brew, and never asks you to settle for less.""

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[xuchiya]

"Stargazers" || choi san ||

| genre: fluff. fluff. fluff. non!idol choi san | mentions: stargazers.

Every month, your boyfriend, Choi san, would bring you flowers whether they be a bouquet or just a simple 3 pieces of them. It went from various flowers–from roses–tulips–daisy–carnations or including the ones he finds outside the company, small plumeria and would give it to you with his eye smile while his hand outstretched with the said flower in his finger. 

It is sweet and it made your heart melt as it is the first time you were given such a heartwarming present from someone. You grew up technically being given a few gifts like a small piece of chocolate from someone that has a crush on you (and you still appreciate that person) or that time someone gave you a vintage pocket watch telling you how much it means to them. Everything those people you met in the past that made you appreciate the smallest things in life. And you still do.

You smile, admiring the now drying bouquet of stargazer just beside your desk name plate.  The colours were emphasizing the room of black and gold room of your office. Your secretary knocks before entering, “Ma’am Sir Holland is requesting for the reports for the next season of your book.”

“Yes, I’m finishing it right now. I’ll notify you. Thank you, Pia.” She nodded, bowing her head before exiting your office. Opening an empty document and you started typing your book report on your computer for the upcoming event that will be held inside your company for the release of the new season until your phone made a small ‘ding’ sound that you reached out for it without removing your eyes from the monitor. As you went to check the notification and saw that ‘최산’ was live.

You smile widely, feeling such butterflies being alive as you press and place your phone a stand as you continue working. As you watch, San talks to Atiny about his day and the tour along with the concert in a few days in North America, how Seonghwa keeps buying lego sets to bring back home; placing them on his shelf to flex to Atiny on his next live show. Completely not taking in the set up of his live as you were focused on typing that it felt like San is on a video call with you while he is still in a hotel room in the Philippines, and will fly back home later. He is on a world tour with the rest of his brothers and that they will be back on tour for North America next month.

“Oh this flower? I think it’s called lily? Ah no~ … It’s a stargazer!” Your fingers hover on your keyboard as you turn your attention to San. Indeed, in his hand was a stargazer but it was drying up. Similar to the one on your desk,

“Since you guys “mentioned it. I almost forgot to deliver a new one.” He was so busy on his phone that you frowned slightly as you read the comments of Atiny and you noticed one comment in particular and it also caught San’s attention.

It seemed impossible to see but San’s face turned slightly red as he placed a hand on his rising lips as a cheeky smile was evident even behind his large hands, “Well ~ I wanted my girl to feel special every month … NO! I want my girl to feel special all the time even if I’m not here.”

Showing the stargazer close to the camera, “Reason why I have a flower with me so I know when to buy her new one. “

Your heart pounded inside your chest and the warmth came crawling from your neck to your cheeks. So, that is why he knows when the flower had wilted without you knowing. And now that you figure out through the live and now because he has a single piece of flower to himself to monitor the condition of the bouquet, he gave you; he will give you fresh ones after every flower wilted.

You chuckle, shaking your head as you continue working with a happy and satisfied smile on your lips.

[she-wolf09231982]

Joe Liebgott

“You Nervous?”

Summary: You thought your relationship with Liebgott was complicated…until it wasn’t and it led to an unexpected evening of overwhelming emotions and sexual tension.

A/N: One shot, Mature audience, JoeLoebgottx!FemMedic, WW2, Female Pronouns, Cursing/Swearing, Derogatory Slurs, Womanizing Comments, Military and Medical Terminology, Inappropriate Nicknames, HBO Band of Brothers References, Mentions/Descriptions of Injuries, Weaponry, Smoking. Angst/Conflict, Smut, FOREVER FLUFF

This piece was at the request of @awaterfalls ❤️ hope you like it Nat!

*These stories may not fall entirely in accordance with the TV series timeline. I do not know the real soldiers the actors portray in this series, so please understand I show no disrespect. Some or most of historical events and character interactions in my fanfics are fabricated purely for the sake of the enjoyment of fiction*

~~~~~~~

You weren’t the type to take being treated like a doormat. You were raised to find your place amongst others regardless of gender. You earned your respect because you did your job and you did it well, not because you were pretty and the guys wanted to bed you.

It was heavily frowned upon that women be on the front lines alongside men, but when nurses and medics started to get caught in the crossfire, they resorted to allowing females to do just about everything men did to fill the gaps. You had been assigned to Easy Company right after Toccoa, and most of them were less than receptive to say the least.

Eugene Roe was grateful to have an extra set of hands. Don Malarkey, Skip Muck, and George Luz were very taken with your sense of humor so they warmed up to you rather quickly. Joe Toye, Bill Guarnere, and Babe took some time, but when you tackled Bill to avoid getting blown up by enemy artillery, their demeanor towards you made a complete 360.

Easy accepted you as one of their own…except for one: Joseph Liebgott. He was the most ornery son of a bitch you ever met. He always found a reason to trash talk you, or find fault in anything you did. All because you were a ‘broad,’ as he referred to you. The guys tried to defend you but his opinion never changed about you.

You learned to just avoid him unless he needed medical attention. He did alright not getting hurt up until you guys posted in Schoonderlogt, Holland in October 1944. He had been on patrol late one night and returned with an angry gash on the right side of his neck. One of the other patrolmen they brought back, Alley, had been hit by German gunfire and needed immediate attention.

They set Alley onto a table for when Doc got there

"Boyle, get Doc." Winters instructed then looked at Liebgott, "Where?"

"Crossroads." Liebgott replied. You notice he took a dressing and pressed it against his neck.

"Well, if it wasn't for your loud mouth-" he started to accuse Joe.

"-Hey, you know what? Back off!" Liebgott shot back as Roe pushed through the gaggle.

"Get the boots off, elevate...Lieb use the sulfur... Doc directed but noticed Joe’s neck.

“Lieb, go see Y/L/N and get that checked out.” Doc added.

“Yeah, no thanks, Doc, I’m good.” Liebgott said all too quickly with disdain.

“Joe, I wasn’t askin’ ya. It needs to be cleaned and dressed properly, it can get infected then you’ll have a bigger problem to deal with that will take you off the line. Go. I ain’t got enough hands to help ya.” Doc said sternly.

Liebgott released an irritable huff before pushing through the group to find where you were.

You had already grabbed gauze, dressings and sanitizing fluid when you heard Doc scold Joe about getting his neck looked at. He sat on a bale of straw waiting for you to tend to him. You spread out the supplies and examine his neck wound. You reach out to gently move his head to the left to get more light on it and he dodged your touch.

“What the fuck are you doin’?” He asked harshly.

“I was moving your head where I had more light on the wound. Why are you so squirrely?” You ask.

“Oh, I don’t know, because I just got shot at by a bunch of fuckin’ Krauts!” He replied sarcastically as he glared at you.

“Ok well then let’s get this fixed, shall we?” You returned with as much calmness in your voice as you could muster.

You press the cloth with the antiseptic onto his laceration and he pulled back upon feeling the sting.

“Ack! THAT HURT!” He barked.

“If you’d hold still, it wouldn’t hurt as much!!”You bit back.

You were over his childish behavior towards you.

“Just get it over with.” He grumbled, finally maintaining his composure.

You made your hands busy on his neck, wrapping the dressing like a scarf around his neck after you cleaned it. Thank goodness you didn’t need to stitch it, that would’ve been hell for both of you with his attitude.

“There. You’re good.”

“Fantastic.” He replied without a thank you.

He stood up and trudged off to join the rest of Easy for the return to Crossroads to reclaim the position. The patrol had been gone all night into the following morning, but they had eventually took victory. That evening, Winters allowed the men an evening of enjoyment at a local pub in the town to boost morale.

The men had worn their dress uniforms, each looking handsome and ready to mingle with the local women and vice versa. You hadn’t dressed up since graduating Toccoa and even then, you hadn’t been with Easy Company then, so this would be the first time they ever saw you in dress uniform,

“Hey! Get a load of this!” Toye called out to the guys when you breezed through the front door.

Liebgott standing at the bar looked over his shoulder upon feeling the cold air on the back of his neck. His jaw dropped when his eyes landed on you. He scanned your figure from head to toe.

Hair clean and perfumed pulled back into a neat fashionable bun and a face with fresh make-up and painted lips. And those gams (legs) emerging from the pencil skirt and heels and of course a clean white medic brassard displaying the Red Cross around the left bicep. You almost had the entire room at a complete standstill when you walked in.

“…Woah.” Joe whispered to himself, unaware that Talbert was near by.

“Not bad, eh, Lieb?” Tab teased.

He grimaced at Floyd and turned back to the bar to drink his beer.

The night was filled with laughter, darts, dancing, and liquor. Most of Easy had at least one dance around the room with you to favorites like Bing Crosby, Ella Fitzgerald, and The Andrew Sisters. You had just finished a dance with Toye sometime around midnight when a soldier from Dog Company had approached you.

“May I have this dance?” He asked politely with a slight bow.

Joe, standing with Buck, Luz, Babe, and Toye, watched with intensity from the dart boards.

“Maybe the next song.” You reply kindly, having just sat down for the first time in an hour.

“Come on, doll, ain’t no time like the present, right?” He insisted yanking you be the arm to the dance floor.

Liebgott’s clenched jaw and furrowed eye brows caught the attention of Toye.

“Hey, uh, you ok there, Lieb?”

Joe looked at Toye inquisitively.

“Yeah, why?”

“Well, you look a little…pissed.” Toye said plainly.

“Well, I ain’t.” Joe retorted.

He looked back at the dance floor to see where you were but was suddenly concerned he couldn’t find you right away. He saw the unknown soldier had taken you to the bar to get you a drink.

He handed you a pint and insisted you drink the whole thing.

“You said you could drink me under the table, so prove it!” He said.

“Fine, just this once.” You accepted.

You started to chug the pint, but when you started to lower the glass before it was empty, the soldier tilted the bottom up so you’d keep drinking. You finished and propped the glass open side down on the surface of the bar.

“Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go back to my-“ you started before the soldier grabbed your upper arm.

“Oh we ain’t done here, honey.” He declared.

You tried to pull yourself out of his grasp but he pulled you in by the waist to hold you close.

“Get your meat hooks off of me.” You warned through clenched teeth.

“Or what?” He mocked.

“Or you’ll have half of Easy raining down on you.”

You hear a gravelly voice behind the brute soldier. He turned and there stood Joe Liebgott squaring up to him. Behind him Toye, Malarkey, Guarnere, and Luz.

“Come on, guys, there’s enough ladies here to go around, why can’t I have a little fun with this one?”

“Because she don’t wanna have fun with you.” Joe shot back, “Let her go.”

The soldier released your arm, as Liebgott gently tugged you behind him by your wrist.

“Enjoy the rest of your evening.” Liebgott said to him as they all walked with you to the dart boards.

Suddenly you feel Joe’s hand on the small of your back, guiding you to a more secluded spot in the back of the pub.

“What the fuck is the matter with you??” He sneered at you, positioning you against the wall to talk to you.

“Excuse me?”

“You fuckin’ heard me. Why would you put yourself in a position like that? That guy could’ve walked out with you easily with as much as you drank tonight.” He lectured.

“How do you know how much I’ve been drinking? And what business is it of yours who I’m interacting with anyway?” You returned crossing your arms.

Joe took in a deep breath through his nose as his anger started to elevate in his chest.

“If I wasn’t watching out for you, you would’ve gotten yourself into some real shit.”

He leaned in placing a hand against the wall you leaned on. His face hovering centimeters from your own. You feel his breath on your face, and notice his pupils blown out from what you thought was hate and detestation for you.

His eyes undressed you from your red lips down to your fitted blouse then looked into your eyes. Your breathe started to hasten, causing your chest to heave.

“You nervous?” Joe questioned.

Your breath caught in your throat.

“-no.” You breathed.

He moved closer to you, pinning you against the wall as your chests touched. Your arms relaxed to your sides as your nails dug into the brick behind you. You were, indeed, very nervous. And he knew it.

The scowl Joe had slowly curled into a mischievous grin.

“I think you are.” He whispered confidently as his hand cupped your cheek.

Your eyelashes fluttered, “Wh-what are you doing?” You managed to ask.

His thumb stroked your cheek, “Admiring the view.”

You released an exhale after holding your breath for almost 5 minutes.

“I thought you hated me?”

He brushed his nose against yours, “No. As a matter of fact, I always liked ya.”

“Then why-“

Before you could finish your sentence, he closed the gap between you, locking onto your lips like it was his dying wish.

You snake your arms carefully around his neck as he pulled you into him by your waist. You slack your jaw open to allow his tongue to run along your lips. You nip his bottom lip playfully causing his hips to thrust into you.

You yanked at his jacket, pulling him into you again to feel his hard on against you. He groaned into your mouth.

“What are you doin’ doll?” He asked with a devilish grin.

“I really don’t know but-“ you pull him in again, bringing his earlobe gently between your teeth then whisper, “we can’t stop now.”

“Let’s get outta here.” Joe suggested ushering you out the back door.

~~~~~~~

You snuck off to one of the abandoned homes down the street from where you were and barely got through the door before you were undoing his belt. You kicked of your shoes into darkness then made your way up a flight of stairs leaving pieces of your uniforms trailing the steps as you ascended.

When you were down to your slip and him down to his briefs, you scamper off to an open bedroom hoping he’d chase you…which he did. You kneeled on the bed waiting for him to come to you. He approached standing at the bedside.

You seductively crawled over to the edge of the bed and suckled a trail of kisses from his collar bone all the way down the waistband of his underwear. Joe inhaled deeply through is nostrils as he closed his eyes in ecstasy. You nip and licked at the sensitive area above his pubic line.

“Quit teasin’.” Joe purred.

“Or what?” You ask looking up at him through your lashes.

A joker like smile appeared across his face as he swiftly pushed you onto you back then crawled over you, caging you between his arms.

“You’re asked for it, sweeheart.” He proclaimed before locking onto your mouth again.

His hardened cock grinding into you, you wrap your legs around his waist to feel as much of his friction as possible. He pulls back and began pulling your slip over your head then sat back on his heels to remove his underwear.

He gaped at you laying in front of him. He ran his hand from your stomach up to one breast, groping it then repeating on the other. He hovered over you, enveloping one of your peaked nipples in his mouth. His tongue swirling over the tip while sucking had you writing beneath him. Sensing your pleasure he switched to the other, taking the tip between his teeth.

“Please, Lieb.” You beg.

“Joe.” He corrected.

You look at him.

“I want to hear you scream my name a hundred times before the end of the night.” He growled.

You beam at him, “Please, Joe.”

He palmed himself, pumping a few times before he lined himself up with your drenched opening. He glazed his tip with your wetness, groaning at the amount of saturation.

“I really did a number on you, didn’t I?” He goaded.

All you could do was smile coyly.

He pushed into you deliciously slow. You whimper, both of you feeling every bit of your tightness around him. He embraced you instinctively until he bottomed out. He pulled back gradually, then snapped his hips forward against you with a grunt.

“Jesus Christ, Y/F/N.”

“Please, Joe.” You implore quietly in his ear.

This triggers him as he begins spearing into you roughly. He sits up, propping your legs up where he can hold you around the thighs as he drives into, hitting that perfect spot so deep inside. You push against the headboard to steady yourself onto his dick, feeling that tightening feeling in your stomach as he chased your orgasm.

He watched your face expressions purposefully, feeding off how they changed as he switched up his pace.

“Joe…” you’d moan, spurring him on to go harder.

“Yeah, sweetheart, say it again.”

“My God, Joe…”

He brought his fingers to your clit, using your slick to vigorously rub the vulnerable bud as he continued to plunge in and out of you. He loved watching you get overstimulated as you try to paw at him to pull him back into kiss.

“Right there, Joe…keep goin’.” You lament.

“Yeah? Let it go, baby.” He leered as he railed into you at a heart stopping rate.

“Oh…my GOD, JOE!” You wailed as you dig your nails into his shoulders.

He kept his pace, making sure you ride out your high until the guttural noises that emitted from him as his hips started to stutter and his load coated your insides.

He remained on top of you and inside of you, holding you like a life line with sweat dripping from everywhere. Both of you breathing in sync, each of you trying to steady your heart rates.

After a moment, you decided to break the silence.

“That was…wow.”

Joe chuckled then rolled off of you as he positioned your head on his chest.

“Couldn’t have said it better myself, sweetheart.”

~~~~~~~

[ieatpussyfromtheback]

Tom x reader x Zendaya smut

In bed, Zendaya is possessive, always pulling the reader close and wrapping her legs around her possessively. Tom Holland, on the other hand, is gentler, always making sure the reader is comfortable and content, nuzzling against her neck and whispering soft words. "Mine,Tom traces patterns on the reader's stomach while nuzzling against their neck, making them giggle. Zendaya, slightly jealous, moves the reader's hair away from their neck and leaves a delicate bite mark, claiming their territory. "You're ours tonight,"Tom chuckles softly, not bothered by Zendaya's possessiveness. He continues to kiss the reader's collarbone gently, his hands slowly moving down to their hips. Zendaya watches Tom's movements with a smirk, then leans in to kiss the reader deeply, her tongue exploring their mouth passionately.Tom's hands slide down to the reader's bottom, squeezing gently as he kisses their neck. He starts to slide his hand between their legs, parting them to reveal the reader's wetness. Tom groans softly, his fingers slipping inside the reader slowly, finding their sweet spot.Zendaya watches Tom's hands working between the reader's legs with a jealous glint in her eye. She moves closer, pushing Tom's hand aside and replacing it with her own. She curls her fingers inside the reader, scissoring them open wider than Tom dared to.Zendaya's fingers move faster and deeper inside the reader, hitting spots Tom couldn't reach. She hooks her fingers inside the reader, finding the perfect spot that makes the reader whimper and arch their back. She looks up at Tom, daring him to try and top this. "See?"Tom's eyes widen at the sound of the reader's whimpers, and he watches in awe as their body responds to Zendaya's touch. He doesn't back down from the challenge. Instead, he leans down and takes one of the reader's peaks into his mouth, sucking and biting gently.Zendaya and Tom work in tandem, driving the reader wild with pleasure. Tom sucks on their peaks, and bites gently, leaving little hickeys all over their chest. Meanwhile, Zendaya's fingers move faster inside the reader, curling and uncurling to hit their sweet spot repeatedly.The combination of Tom's mouth on their breasts and Zendaya's skilled fingers sends tremors of ecstasy through the reader's body. Their hips buck involuntarily, desperate for more friction. Tom takes advantage, settling between their legs and grinding his hardness against them teasingly.Zendaya pulls her fingers out suddenly, leaving the reader aching for release. She smirks at Tom's confused expression and positions herself near the reader's head. "Maybe I should show you how it's really done," she purrs, pushing the reader's thighs apart further.Zendaya leans down and replaces Tom's mouth with her own, kissing the reader deeply while she begins to rub against them. She grinds her hips slowly, creating a delicious friction that makes the reader moan into her mouth. Tom watches, his eyes darkening with lust as he sees Zendaya taking control.Tom runs his hands up their body possessively, playing with their peaks while Zendaya continues to tease and grind against them. Together, they create an overwhelming sensation - Tom's touch above, and Zendaya's pressure below. The reader's body winds tighter and tighter... "Should we...?"Zendaya looks at Tom, a mischievous glint in her eye. She sits up slightly, allowing Tom to see the idea forming in her mind. She reaches down to grab the reader's legs, pulling them up and spreading them wider. "What if we try...?"Tom follows her gaze and smirks, understanding exactly what she's suggesting. He positions himself between the reader's legs, his hardness pressing against their entrance. "You want to...?" He asks, looking to Zendaya for confirmation. She nods, biting her lip in anticipation. "Together?"Zendaya nods, her eyes never leaving the reader's as she guides Tom's hardness to their entrance. "Together," she whispers, her voice husky with desire. She leans down to kiss the reader again, swallowing their moans as Tom begins to push inside slowly.

[itwasnotahamster]

- Letters from the Dead - (Part 1)

Langhus, 21 March 1990 | © The Old Nick | Source: Letters from the Dead

The brackets will indicate possible context or corrections (sometimes commentary). - 💜

"Only Black is true, only Death is real!!! Gore is trend! Hello Nick! It's Dead here again. Hey- you're really good at drawing, I use to do some drawing stuff myself. I enclose something of it in this letter. Maybe we together can work something out, maybe even in Metal Destruction…? You asked of releases, if we need some artworks for that... Well we rarely give out much and as for the next release we'll probably have some photograph instead. But if we would need something that you might feel for help us out with I'll tell of it. So what we can use drawings for is for stuff like flyers, ads and letter­pages. So far I have done the drawings for that... well the main reason of that is that we have a (old!) xerox mashine and I'm the one in the band that 'can' draw. It's not so often that I have time left to spend hours or sometimes days by making drawings and too many don't like that kind of drawings I make (but fuck them wimps!). But onto the Deathlike Silence Prod. now. The 2nd edition of the 1st release on DSP. - Merciless is out now, the one you get here as promo. We're looking for distributors everywhere and everybody who can sell 10 (or more) records will receive a copy for free + that 10 records will be cheaper. As soon as this the 2nd ed. has paid, Imperator will go in studio.

Imperators LP will contain 8-10 songs (depending on how many "old demo songs" they'll use - but it'll be new trax as well) and it'll be entitled "The time before time". After that it'll probably be the colombian Masacre as the next release. Masacre will be very soon release a 7- inches with 3 demo songs on the greek label Scene of Love. That's a new started label and I hope they can give out enough copies, not limited ed. of it. Of course we give the bands free hands and they're not bounded to use at all, but I'm thinking of the fact that Masacre is selling so much... Only in Colombia their 1st, and only demo sold 1000 copies ( which is more than our Deathcrush demo has sold worldwide...). We can only press up 1000 copies each time of every edition of DSP, and the first ed. Of Merciless sold out as fast as we could pack and post it. This second ed. we recieved [received] for not a so long time ago will depend on how much stamps we can get, of how soon it'll sell out. In Norway it's very hard to sell records - it's far away from USA or South America and I don't think any real scene exists here. Do you think you can take care of some distribution/selling of DSP releases, or you maybe know someone else who's interested? [True dedication]. I think Merciless will be very easy to sell in Italy. Many zines exists there and we recieve many letters from there also. We also sell other records (given out by various underground labels) but it can be so different of what records of others releases we sell 'cos we usually don't get so many of them, so they sell out so soon. But anyway - I can tell of what we presently have got (except of Merciless)

LP's (£10000 + postage)

Agressor/Loudblast (split LP, France) "Licenced to thrash"

Arakain (Czechoslovakia, speed metal - I do not like this one!) "Thrash the Trash"

Nomed (France)... very boring mainstream... "Like..."

Abomination (USA)

Disharmonic Orchestra/Pungent Stench (Austria, split LP)

Malicious Intent (Canada) "Shades of black"

7's (£5000 + postage)

Asphyx (Holland, Limited ed. 1000 copies) "Mutilating Process"

Atrocity (Germany) "Blue Blood"

Pungent Stench (Austria) "Extreme Deformity"

Disharmonic Orchestra (Austria) "Successive Substitution"

Do not print this in Metal Destruction, I will explain it to you, ok. If you want any of these records above, please tell of how many and of what records so I can see how much the postage will be. Now over to Mayhem. For the first time we've been in studio and recorded 2 songs (first time with this line-up I mean). It'll be released on Chicken Brain Records, a swedish kind of underground label some time in this autumn. It'll be 8-19 other (swedish) bands on it, among them Merciless. I don't know the title of this compilation LP/CD. Our songs that'll be on it are "The Freezing Moon" and "Carnage". The Freezing Moon is a new one and pretty different from our other songs, as example it's a long guitar solo on a very long Doom part on it and that's because we wanted to have a solo at only one track (of our new ones). Carnage was made in '85 (!) so it's really old. It was on the 1st demo/reh - Pure Fucking Armageddon (released in only 100 copies and not available) but with the thought of the very bad sound on it we feeled for playing it again and try to keep the original sound of it. I'll tape these trax for ya but I'm not so sure of if it'll be enclosed in this letter or if I'll put this letter togeather [together] with the Merciless record but anyhow you'll get this tape. You can record it to others if you like to but please don't trade it, and I'll record some else bands too for filling out the rest of the tape. Have you heard of the INCREADIBLY KILLING GREAT band Tormentor from Hungary? Their demo is about 4 years old but it sounds like the Death/Black metal bands of today. We try to find out if they want a deal on DSP. But unfortunately they hardly speak any English at all so it seems like neither them or us understood it... We think of releasing a full-lengtht LP of Mayhem but it seems to take a fucking longtime before we got material enough for it... The only we know about it is a title that MUST be used - De Mysteriis Dom. Sathanas. That was about all future plans I can tell of I guess. I look forward to see Metal Destruction. There's a possibility that we can sell it also, but I can't say if for sure.

About Satanism... well, I'd like to join a very underground and Illful, Evil and Grim Coven. I think you know of the hassles by finding any or getting any contact with a such. I do NOT like what's created by Anton LaVey like 1st Church of Satan. I came in contact with a dude who's a degree in the American Satans Sons - Church of Satan and he explained of it has nothing to do with LaVey at all. I asked of if it does exist in Europe also and of what it is exactly... well he didn't reply. But I heard later thet Satans Sons shall exist in Europe but I still don't know in which countries it is. In Norway it's not much of this, but in Sweden (-I am swedish) that 1st Church shall be in Stockholm (the capital there) and it shall be about 5 churches built by satanic sects, used only by satanists, mostly it's under christian churches - like the one under "Mariakyrkan" (Mary's Church) in the South of Stockholm where the 1st Church of Satan use to hang around at. I know it exists really Dark covens that use human sacrifices and are eating human flesh - them are those I try to find. I do not know much about magic and I can't say I'm a practicer of it 'cos I havn't succed. What is depending on what one can do in magic (all of its kind) is of what books one can get...those are hidden in libraries and so hard to even see... 'cos of course they don't let anyone even see them. You must be a scientist or something like if you would see the microfilms of that kind of books. A great library of many various kinds of magical arts and the Blackest of Black Arts too is the British Museum in London. But it's so damned difficult to get ones claws on those books. One book I really wanna get is De Mysteriis Dom. Sathanas, unfortunately it exists only in one copy... are you practicing any magic and do you know of any covens? Have you seen/heard/felt anything supernatural? I have but I didn't understand much of what that was and I think the most of it was only so-called echoes from the past or the future [I am curious about this]. Do you know anything about astral planes and out-of body travelling? You seem to be into it and I agree about stupid trendmakers so it is something that I feel I can tell you of. I had a weird experience once, I had inner bleedings and it couldn't be found at x-rays so when it continued to bleed and bleed I finally fainted and dropped down the floor 'cos I run out of blood. The heart had no blood left to beat and my veins/artairs were almost emptied of blood. "Tecnically" I was dead. At that moment I fell down (into a door I heard of later) I saw a strange blue colour everywhere, it was transparent so I could, for a short moment, see everything in blue, till something shining white and "hot" surrounded me. What happened later is out of interest, I woke up when some ambulance men came and drove me to a hospital and there the bastards of surgery started to cut me up at the wrong side so I got a huge scar for that. However, it's someone I know who's had many out of body experiences and is using magic of various kinds and knows much more than I do of "supernatural" experiences, that I asked of this 'cos it was so strange about those colours. She told me that the first 'plane' in the astral world has the colour blue. The "earthly" plane has the colour black, then comes a grey one that is very near the earthly one and is easy to come to. The next one further is blue, and then it gets brighter and brighter till it "stops" at a white-shining one that can't be entered by mortals. IF any mortal succee enter it, that one is no longer a mortal and can not come back to the other planes nor back to this earth. After the white plane or level or whatever it goes further with other colour I don't know of, there only spirits and great sorcerers can travel. I was told that the white plane I then entered, without I knew it, was the dead world and I died. But I also got thrown back after a short time which very rarely happens. So of what I've heard of I have some kind of purpose to achieve here."

Reached the limit for this one, I will add on!

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Netflix recently held their NEXT UK event which rolled out their upcoming slate of films and series; and while not a UK production (but a European one), surprising no one there was no info on THE OLD GUARD 2. In fact, the only news remotely about THE OLD GUARD 2 comes from Matthias Schoenaerts who was asked about the project while doing press for HBO's THE REGIME.

No more A LITTLE CHAOS, Schoenaerts' Zubak is trying to bring big chaos into the kingdom.

What says Matthias?

Until the release of THE OLD GUARD sequel - whenever that will be - what is the gang up to?

-Charlize Theron is reuniting with her F9: THE FAST SAGA director Justin Lin in TWO FOR THE MONEY, which will pair Theron with Daniel Craig. The film described as a heist thriller which casts the pair as career thieves whose relationship evolve over the course of three big jobs.

-Still awaiting word on the distribution and release of Homer's ODYSSEY inspired THE RETURN starring Ralph Fiennes, Juliette Binoche and Marwan Kenzari

, but a bit of Marwan adjacent news is that Dutch influencer/ Holland's NEXT TOP MODEL participant and presenter Anna Nooshin's partner actor Thijs Boermans  recently told the story of how when they were picking out names for their baby

- if it was a boy they had a name chosen for someone Anna knows and who Thijs looks up to: Marwan Kenzari. Were it a boy, they were opting for Chico which is Marwan's nickname and the name he used to go by when acting.

They ended up having a girl, but prior to delivery, they opted not to go for Chico because they thought it was so exotic, only to Ibiza and realize chico is just boy in Spanish.

-Luca Marinelli utilized the casting couch and is sleeping with the director of his now in production film PATERNAL LEAVE! The director? His wife, Alissa Jung.

What is it about? "On the desolate beaches of the Romagna Riviera during the winter, a young woman of German origin meets her father, an Italian, for the first time. The film tells of an intricate and painful comparison between decisions made in the past and the consequences that are reflected in the present."

No solid release date has been given for Joe Wright's Benito Mussolini limited series "M. IL FIGLIO DEL SECOLO / M. SON OF THE CENTURY" with Marinelli playing Il Duce.

However, the head of one of the production companies who produced the series, recently said it will be out in Autumn in this year.

Excerpt from her interview.

One of Luca's costar in M... Gabriele Falsetta mentioned the project in an interview. Although he said he couldn't reveal details, he praised Luca and said that he raised the "temperature" with the level of his acting and that the cast still keep in touch via WhatsApp.

-Kiki Layne's film DANDELION premiered at South x Southwest.

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i talked about this idea with a friend, and while i dont really enjoy bittersweet endings, i wanted this idea Out.

It was time again, as he was so graciously told by Cloud. Or not told rather. At this point in their relationship, he could tell just from the head nod as he passed him what it meant.

Genesis just hoped he could handle it this time.

Their clothes fluttered harshly on Fenrir, Cloud rushing as he throttled the bike as fast as he could to the most deserted part of the Wastes he could. It was like a pulse, Genesis realized, his hands holding onto Cloud's chest. His heart was beating so much. The red head wondered if it was because this was their first time together meeting him. Or just the rush of having to fight Sephiroth again.

The tug of a smile on his face, at the idea that Cloud may have, at one point loved sparring. Then his body throbbed in pain, and he exhaled hard through his noise. The blonde shifted his head slightly, and Genesis shook his head.

Their ride was quiet until the pulse singing in Cloud's blood was too loud to ignore. The bike only slide to a stop momentarily, ride to the "edge" of the battlefield they had apparently chosen. The entire area was empty regardless. Genesis knew Cloud was trying to keep one of the few things he cared about out of the way.

Genesis looked up at the clear, blue sky. It was funny, as if the world couldn't care less that Calamity's son was appearing. He knew better as he looked over, Cloud's swords in their holsters and him doubling over. The red head frowned, walking over, and taking his hand, his other hand on the blond's holster, and walking him away from his bike.

Since there were no more Jenova cells except from within their bodies, and what few SOLDIER's live, of course Sephiroth rips whatever pain he can from Cloud himself.

The sky above them bloomed into pastel colors, surrounded by white and purple. It looked like a bruise of the planet.

Genesis huffed, releasing his partner, and unholstering Rapier, fire materia activating in preparation.

He was impressed with himself when he only had to move one leg back to keep himself where he was as the world suddenly rushed by him. Sephiroth had already charged with lighting speed to Cloud's blocking blades.

Really, as much as Sephiroth changed, the more they seemed to have stayed the same.

Genesis thinks he must have heard his thoughts because his eyes moved over to him, facial expression moving from glee to rage.

The movement was out of his abilities, and the only reason Genesis wasn't dead with Sephiroth's second move, was because of Cloud.

"You felt the need to bring in a third for our time together, Cloud?" The smirk was already back on his face. "Losing your touch?"

"You wish." The blond huffed, moving his sword out of the way. "He wanted to see you himself."

That made the facade fall, for all of the microsecond the corners of his mouth dropped. But Genesis knew. He always knew.

"You can't fool me, love." Genesis wasn't going to waste this. He was going to strike where it hurt. "I know about you."

"What could you possible be getting at-"

"I loved you. I loved you, and I threw you away. You tried to help me. Remember? You tried to save my stupid ass, and if I had just not listened to Hollander, or my own selfish instincts-"

"Genesis-" He said his name, he was frowning now, but Genesis pressed on.

"You loved me. You loved me, Sephiroth. You had so much love to give, you not only gave to to me, you gave it to Angeal. You would have given it to Zack.

You would have given it to anyone, and you did."

Another quick movement, side stepping Cloud all together, but at least Genesis could see this coming, Rapier coming up to meet Masamune.

"Don't you miss him? You can hate me, but you can't hate him."

The rage hit him before the impact of being shoved back by a force that made him skid along the earth on his back.

"He was a traitor, just as you were, as you all were."

Genesis, despite being older, and in more pain than he's ever been in since Deepground, stood up.

"He was following me! I tempted him! Manipulated him!" Genesis cried out, fire crackling in his hand now as Sephiroth stalked towards him. He saw Cloud behind him start to move, and furrowed his brows down at him, making him stop.

"I did everything I could to hurt him and you as well. ON PURPOSE." The fire spread in a wall on the ground in front of him, as he twisted his body, shoving it forward at the silver haired man. It barley stopped him as he slashed his sword to make an opening.

"I don't ask for forgiveness, love. I never had." He saw the sudden change this time, Rapier up, and actually holding Sephiroth back. His arm ached. They stayed like that for a few seconds, unblinking eyes looking into his dulled ones.

"Aren't you tired, love?" There was silence.

"Why would I ever be tired? There's-"

"Because I fucking feel it, Sephiroth." Genesis growled out. "I feel it, I know it's there."

"You never had my-"

"Listen to me! For once, can you please just listen to me, love." He begged at him. "I'm tired, I'm so tired. I can feel he's tired too. I know you're tired. Your humanity was as ever there as you were alien. You cannot remove the two." There was a questioned push down on Rapier, he pushed back as his blood sang pain.

"I know you. Sephiroth. The love of my life who I banished to the worst parts of myself."

He knew, that in the end, this was how he wanted it to end. Even as Genesis saw the blade as it moved up, and then back. It was almost in slow motion to him, as it gleaned in the hot sun, as it was thrust forward.

Genesis didn't stop it as it bloomed a horrible pain throughout his middle.

"Are you not tired? Gift of the Goddess? I am." His body shook betraying himself. "I know I am." He heard Cloud scream for him, and he could only look with his half lidded over to him, smiling at apologetically as he could.

"Your hair..." There was a choke back, "You grew your hair longer."

The almost fanatical laughter that came between blood on his lips, "It was time to grow it out." There was words between them there.

Sephiroth grabbed at Genesis as he started to fall. Masamune didn't leave his body, he didn't mind.

"Are you ready to go home?" Genesis smiled at him, Cloud close enough to hear him, stopping at what he was watching.

Sephiroth didn't say anything, didn't blink, and only stared down at him, searching. Always searching. His eyebrows down, unable to understand.

He was never good at human emotions.

Genesis' hand reached up to gently rub his thumb over his silver lover's cheek.

"Come with me, I don't want to be alone, Sephiroth." His voice was soft, a whisper of what it once was. "I don't want to be alone..." He felt the cough, blood splattering between them.

"Cloud. I'm sorry. The fates are cruel." Genesis' eyes rolled over to see him standing, up behind Sephiroth's back. "Can you send us both back?"

He felt Sephiroth tense, and saw Cloud do it at the same time. He tried to chuckle, but more blood got in the way.

"I won't last too much longer, love."

Both of them looked at him incredulously.

"You can't, you can't ask me that, Genesis." Oh, Cloud's voice broke.

"Consider it the final wish of a forgotten old man." His vision was fading now. He could see white feathers beyond.

Sephiroth moved again, taking Rapier from his hand easily, and plunged it into his own chest. Genesis couldn't speak, or laugh like he wanted too now.

"Do it." Sephiroth said, the tail end of Rapier poking out from his back being the only thing Cloud could see.

Genesis heard a cry, and the sickening sound of sword meeting flesh, his own flesh. The Fusion Sword right beside Masamune, spearing both men.

Poetry if Genesis ever knew.

"Don't leave me too." It felt so small, he reached his hand out to the small blond locks that he could touch.

"Did-" He gasped, "Didn't, you say, he always came back?" The smirk was somehow still in his voice.

There was silence between all of them. Green started floating off of him, and Genesis felt a hand on his shoulder.

It felt so warm. He knew those leather gloves.

Cloud was left sobbing on the ground surrounded by green lifestream and red blood.

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Please

𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝐻𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑐ℎ 𝑥 𝐵𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 ! 𝐹𝑒𝑚 ! 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟.

𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐻𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑡 𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝑎 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑'𝑠 ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒. 𝐻𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟, 𝐻𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝 𝑖𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑠 ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑦.

𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕. 𝑆𝑚𝑢𝑡—𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝑠𝑒𝑥(𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔), 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒-𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑠𝑒𝑚𝑖-𝑝𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑐 𝑠𝑒𝑥.

“𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄, 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘,” Holland begged, whispering into your ear.

Somehow over the span of the ten minutes you two were at your friend's party, Holland had become incredibly horny; his way of telling you was walking behind you and pressing himself against you, his growing bulge poking into your ass.

Your eyes widened, you quickly turned around to face him. "Holland," you started, "we just got here—you can't"—you lowered your voice—"be this horny."

His hands traveled down to your ass, his fingers digging into the fabric covered skin. You gasped softly. "Fuck, Holl—"

"Come on, baby," he leaned in to kiss you, but the hand resting on his chest pushed him away.

"If we do this . . . we have to be quick," you looked up at Holland. "Can you do that?"

He nodded; you grabbed the hands squeezing your ass and quickly led him to the bathroom. You closed the door and locked before he pushed you against it and kissed roughly, a surprised and muffled yelp escaping your lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

One of his hands grabbed your thigh, squeezing the flesh in his palm, and wrapped your leg around him as the other reached under your dress and pushed passed the waistband of your underwear. His fingers brushed your clit, making you gasp against his lips before pulling away, gasping for air and leaning your head against the wooden door. Two long, thick fingers entered your dripping cunt, and you bit your lip, holding back a moan. Holland's lips trailed down to your neck, sucking slightly on the brown skin.

His fingers moved at a fast pace as his thumb started to rub rough circles on your clit. He wanted you to cum before he worried about his release. "Oh, fuck," you moaned as Holland kissed your collar bone, his free hand pushing the strap of your dress down your shoulder.

You felt your body tense up as you got closer and closer to your climax. Typically, you don't cum this fast, but at the pace Holland's going, it was only going to take a minute—or a couple of seconds—to cum.

"Holland," you groaned as he removed one of your breasts from your dress, his lips wrapped around your brown nipple, "m'close."

He didn't let up; instead, he curled his fingers inside your cunt, and you let out an embarrassingly loud moan as you came, your eyes squeezed shut, head pressed against the door, and your nails digging into his shoulders.

His fingers finally slowed their pace as you gradually opened your eyes. He removed his fingers, and you immediately got down on your knees, your hands unbuckling his belt.

"What are you doing?" he asked, letting out a groan as you slid his trousers and boxers down, his hard cock springing out. His dick was undeniably thick and long and his tip had started to become red.

You wrapped a hand around his cock. "What does it look like I'm doing?"

Your tongue circled his tip, licking the pre-cum from it. You wrapped your plump lips around his cock and slowly moved down the base of it until his tip hit the back of your throat. You hollowed your cheeks and wrapped your hand around what couldn't fit inside your mouth.

You didn't your best not to gag, breathing in and out your nose, as his hips bucked up into your mouth. You swallowed around him, and Holland moaned loudly, the noise going straight to your cunt. Your other hand rested on his thigh, squeezing the pale flesh as he placed his hand on your head, holding it in place. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, causing you to pray that you don't mess up your make-up—you know you will though.

You swallowed around his length again, groans and whimpers escaping his lips.

"Fuck, Baby, you're gonna make me cum," Holland groaned.

You removed your other hand around his cock and rest it on his thigh, letting him fuck your mouth until he came. Gray tears fell down your cheeks as thick ropes of cum shot down your throat.

Holland removed his hand from your head, and you released his cock with a plop, panting. You wiped the tears on your face with the back of your hands. You stood up from the floor, and he kissed you, resting his hands on your waist.

"You made me ruin my make-up."

"M'sorry, baby," Holland murmured against your lips. He pulled away slightly, resting his forehead on yours. "Jump."

"Why?"

Holland dug his fingers into your waist as you felt his cock poking your stomach. "Holland—"

"Two minutes, please," he pleaded as he slid your underwear down.

You bit your lip. "I'm gonna kill you."

He discarded your statement and smashed his lips against yours.

You better pray that no one noticed how long the two of you were gone.

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2,000-Year-Old Book About Roman Emperors Enters Bestseller Charts

The Lives of the Caesars, translated from Latin by The Rest Is History podcast co-host Tom Holland, details everything from ancient policy failures to sex scandals.

A gossipy account of the lives of Roman emperors has entered the bestseller charts – 2,000 years after it was written.

Sex scandals and foreign policy failures don’t only beleaguer the modern politician, it turns out: in the early second century, the scholar Suetonius chronicled the dramas of the first set of Roman emperors, and now, their indiscretions and eccentricities have been dug up in a new translation which is proving popular in bookshops.

The Lives of the Caesars, translated from Latin by The Rest Is History podcast co-host Tom Holland, made the Sunday Times hardback nonfiction chart this week. Publisher Penguin Classics said that the book is the first of their hardback nonfiction classics to appear on the list.

The book is a collection of 12 biographies covering the rule of Julius Caesar and the first 11 Roman emperors. On hearing that it was in the charts, Holland was “delighted for Suetonius, to see the lad is capable of getting on the bestseller list after two millennia”.

The book, published on 13 February, comes 18 months after ancient Rome became the centre of a major internet pop culture moment, when women began asking men how often they think about the Roman empire, and posting their responses online.

Holland cites several reasons for the continued fascination. Rome has “always” been the ancient civilisation that people in Britain and the west have been most interested in, partly because Britain was part of the Roman empire, and the English alphabet is Latin. “We feel closer to the Romans, perhaps, than we do to the Egyptians or the Assyrians.”

However, “it’s also partly because our understanding of power derives from Rome more than anywhere else”. The US “Republican system was modelled on that of ancient Rome, but the [Roman] Republic ended up becoming an autocracy, and so in America, there’s always been this anxiety that a Republican system of government may end up an autocracy, and I guess that at the moment, that anxiety has a particular salience.”

Suetonius wrote The Lives of the Caesars, commonly known as The Twelve Caesars, in the early second century AD during the reign of Hadrian. “I think the reason that it’s always been popular is the fact that it is full of the most sensational gossip. It is kind of ancient Rome’s Popbitch. It is full of scandal, and extraordinary detail, but it is also very psychologically astute,” says Holland. “It has the quality of a very highbrow gossip column.”

“Had there been bestseller lists in second-century Rome, Suetonius’s Lives of the Caesars would undoubtedly have been on them,” said Stuart Proffitt, publishing director at Penguin Press.

Holland says the reach of The Rest Is History will have helped the book’s sales. The podcast released four episodes on Suetonius and the same month had 17.5m downloads.

He compared the process of translating Suetonius’ work to a marriage. “You spend a long time, a long period with someone who you think you’re going to enjoy the company of, so it’s always good to discover that actually you do.”

By Ella Creamer.

Gaius Suetonius Tranquillus, commonly referred to as Suetonius (c. AD 69 – after AD 122), was a Roman historian who wrote during the early Imperial era of the Roman Empire. His most important surviving work is De vita Caesarum, commonly known in English as The Twelve Caesars, a set of biographies of 12 successive Roman rulers from Julius Caesar to Domitian. Other works by Suetonius concerned the daily life of Rome, politics, oratory, and the lives of famous writers, including poets, historians, and grammarians. A few of these books have partially survived, but many have been lost.

[thollandsgirl2013]

Hi there, have you had a good day/night? I have this idea for a Tom Holland x fem wife reader, Tom steps into the house, tired from work, but immediately his eyes soften when he spots Y/N asleep on the couch, her bump slightly exposed as she’s sprawled comfortably. He smiles to himself as he kneels beside her, placing a hand on her pregnant bump. "I bet our little one is already dreaming too," he murmurs, running his hand gently over her belly.

Hi!! This was such a sweet request! I loved it! Thank you for requesting. Enjoy!

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𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮

Parings → Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings → Fluff, Pregnancy, Domestic Bliss.

Summary → Tom comes home exhausted but finds peace in cuddling with his pregnant wife, sharing tender moments with her and their unborn baby.

Tom let out a long, exhausted sigh as he stepped through the front door, shutting it softly behind him. The day had been long—shoots running late, back-to-back interviews, and barely any time to sit down. But all of that melted away the second he stepped into the house, the familiar warmth of home wrapping around him like a comforting embrace.

He dropped his bag by the door and toed off his shoes, rolling his shoulders to release the tension coiled in them. His first instinct was to call out for you, but the quiet of the house made him pause. That’s when he saw you.

You were sprawled out on the couch, a blanket half-draped over you, your body turned slightly to the side. One hand rested beneath your cheek, the other just barely touching your belly. Your sweatshirt had ridden up slightly, exposing the gentle swell of your bump.

His heart clenched.

God, you were beautiful.

A slow smile tugged at his lips as he approached, his movements careful, as if afraid to wake you. He knelt down beside you, resting his forearms on the couch as he took in the peaceful rise and fall of your chest. His fingers reached out instinctively, grazing over the warm skin of your stomach.

"Hey there, darling," he whispered, his voice thick with fondness. His hand splayed across your belly, rubbing gentle circles as he leaned in closer. "I bet our little one is already dreaming too."

As if on cue, a tiny movement fluttered beneath his palm. His eyes widened, lips parting in awe.

"Oi—was that a kick?" He let out a breathless chuckle, his thumb stroking the spot where he felt the movement. "Are you saying hi to me, bub? You know, your dad had a long day. But this—" he let out a soft laugh, shaking his head, "this just made it a whole lot better."

You stirred then, a sleepy hum escaping your lips as your fingers twitched against your belly. Tom froze for a second, watching as your lashes fluttered before your eyes finally peeked open.

"Tom?" Your voice was groggy, thick with sleep, and it sent warmth coursing through his chest.

"Hey, love," he murmured, pressing a quick kiss to your exposed belly before looking up at you. "Didn’t mean to wake you."

You blinked at him, your lips curving into a soft, drowsy smile. "S’okay. What time is it?"

"Late." He glanced at his watch before shaking his head. "You should go back to sleep, darling."

You stretched slightly, wincing as you shifted. "Mm, couldn’t if I wanted to. Baby’s started to be a little active."

Tom’s grin widened as he rubbed his hand over your belly again. "Little one just gave me a proper kick to say hello."

Your brows lifted in amusement. "Yeah? She’s been at it all day. I think she missed you."

"Missed me?" He scoffed playfully, his eyes twinkling. "I was only gone a few hours!"

You huffed a laugh. "That’s a long time when you’re waiting on your favorite person."

His teasing smirk faltered, something softer, more tender, settling in its place. He reached up, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "I missed you too, sweetheart."

Your hand slid over his, pressing his palm against your cheek as you nuzzled into his touch. "Was it a rough day?"

Tom sighed, his thumb grazing over your cheekbone. "Busy. Just... long. I kept thinking about coming home, though."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." He leaned forward, resting his forehead against yours. "Thinking about you. About this little one." His other hand resumed tracing idle patterns on your belly. "Kept me going."

Your heart swelled at his words, and you turned your head slightly to press a kiss to his palm. "You’re here now."

"I am," he murmured, then pulled back with a grin. "And I come bearing gifts."

Your brows shot up. "Gifts?"

He reached into his hoodie pocket and pulled out a small, paper-wrapped package. "Picked up those chocolate bars you were craving."

Your eyes lit up instantly. "Tom!"

He laughed as you sat up, excitement overriding your grogginess. "Knew that’d wake you up."

"You’re the best husband ever," you declared, unwrapping the package with eager fingers.

"That I am." He winked. "Now, move over. I wanna cuddle."

You scooted to make room, and Tom wasted no time climbing onto the couch, maneuvering himself so you were tucked perfectly against his chest. His arms wrapped around you, one hand resting protectively over your bump.

"Mm," you sighed, melting into him. "This is nice."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," you whispered. "You, me, and our little peanut. Just like this."

Tom tightened his arms around you, pressing a lingering kiss to the top of your head. "Just like this," he echoed.

And for the first time all day, he felt truly at peace.

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[ostensiblynone]

MAY 21, 2000.

Noel leaves the tour and flies back to England before taking a plane to his Ibiza holiday home to spend some quality time with his wife Meg and their three-month old daughter, Anaïs. A press statement is released, saying that Noel has quit overseas touring, though it's strongly rumoured that he may play the British and Irish dates in July and August. Oasis decide to honour their remaining European live commitments - all 30 of them - with stand-in guitarist Matt Deighton, former Mother Earth frontman and Paul Weller sidekick. After three days' rehearsals in France, the band resume the tour in Milan on May 30. At this point, Liam is the only original member of the 1993 lineup on-stage. Curiously, the band has Noel's blessing to continue, and he happily lets Deighton use his guitars and rig.

Liam takes to wearing an Elvis-style TCB (Takin' Care Of Business') patch; however, it's fair to say that at this point no one knows if Oasis have a long-term future. Meanwhile, the Noel-sung Sunday Morning Call is released as a single.

So why did you let the band resume the tour? Noel: (Passionately) Because it was the best way. To Liam's eternal fucking credit he carried it off and saved me a whole load of shit with the lawyers. I was actually fucking quite proud of him - it was good for Liam that he could actually go out and do it.

Weren't you wounded, though, that your band was carrying on playing without you? Noel: No, not all, and I mean that actually most fucking sincerely. I got a phone call from the manager [Marcus Russell] saying, "Look, if you don't come back we're going to be fucking taken for every penny that we've ever made," and I'm like, Fine, but I can't go back, not after what's happened. There were about 50 people on the road and they'd all seen what had happened, and I wasn't going to go back and travel on a separate bus or a separate aeroplane - that's like the fucking Troggs or something. They said they were going to have to carry on, so I said, That's fine. Liam: Did I have something to prove to myself? No. Yeah. Maybe. My whole fucking thing is, whether people believe me or not, it's nothing to do with me being the big boy, it was to do with the band. It's not just me and Noel. We're just two brothers in a fucking band, I just happen to be the singer, he happens to be the songwriter, I happen to be good-looking, he just happens to be a good songwriter, that is all it is. The other three guys are still as important. So we just went on and done it. I know what I'm fucking doing, Whitey knows what he's doing, Gem and Andy know what they're doing, we're not dickheads. We just didn't have Noel Gallagher there. It was nothing to do with me, it's to do with the spirit that is around Oasis - and the spirit around Oasis is a bit of a lunatic. He's the dog's bollocks when he wants to be. He's a nutter.

Did it sound different? Liam: Yeah, it sounded punky. All it was missing was Noel's backing vocals. It was really punky, straightforward and that was it.

JUNE.

The Noel-less Oasis zig-zags it way across Europe - through Switzerland, Austria, Germany Poland, Holland, Sweden and Denmark. The music is unpaired, chiefly due to the lack of brotherly harmonies and the added texture of the dropped, Noel-sung material. Some critics also rue the lack of fraternal banter, which leaves the performances somewhat one-dimensional and a trifle pedestrian. Nevertheless, the crowds seem happy, and at most gigs only a handful of fans take up the promoters' money-back offer.

JULY.

After a six-week sabbatical, Noel does, indeed, return for the Irish and UK shows. The first is at Lansdowne Road stadium in Dublin, on July 8. In attendance is mother Peggy Gallagher, the person ultimately responsible for all this in the first place. Fraternal relations are still shaky, and Noel stays at a different hotel from the band, flying home alone straight afterwards. Liam, meanwhile, reportedly holes up in a bar and drinks 15 pints of Guinness. By all accounts, the show is magnificent.

Is it true that Liam didn't show up for a pre-gig meeting? Noel: Classic! Yeah, because he's fucking Liam and it's like tit for tat. He actually called the fucking meeting, so I was like, Fine, and we were all sitting there waiting and it's like, Oh, he's not coming. He's in the bar. Liam: We were meant to have a meeting but I couldn't go (laughs)...

Was it because you were still angry with Noel for quitting the tour? Liam: No, it was me and him - I was as much to blame as he was. I dealt with my shit and whatever. I wasn't angry with anyone, I just wanted to get on with the fucking gig and do it. Noel: The first time we actually saw each other was on-stage in fucking Dublin. And what I thought was really fucking cheesy was at the end of Acquiesce [Noel's paean to their fraternal bond], he comes out and fucking puts out his hand, knowing full well that I'm not going to go (whips hand away in spiteful playground fashion). The world media is watching, our mum's in the crowd, and he comes over and shakes hands and that was the big fucking defining moment of the tour. I just thought, Fucking hello...

MOJO Magazine "We're Sticking Together" - The Full Story [page 2] | January 2001 Written by Pat Gilbert

[destinyc1020]

I’m going to have to disagree with that anon saying that his role in the Nolan movie will have people look at him as more than spider-man. This is not Tom’s fault but the next Spider-man movie is only 1 WEEK after the odyssey releases.

that is not enough time for audiences to really see Tom as Telemachus before he is straight back to Spider-Man. It’s actually really unfortunate that Tom will have to squeeze in 2 press tours so close to one another and might have to shorten one of them for the other

because of this, audiences and critics will only look at Tom as Spider-Man as not as Telemachus in Nolan’s movie. I think it actually sucks because why would SONY/Marvel want to work Tom that hard so that why I’m 👀

Tom should be allowed to have the full spotlight on him for the odyssey and not have to worry about Spider-man coming out a week later

I mean, on some level I DO agree with you. It would be nicer if the films were a bit more spaced apart (at least a MONTH or two geez) lol.... But, I think this just goes to show that these are two HUGE films that are going for the coveted summer release spot. If anything, it will be a huge BIG CA-CHING in Tom's wallet and pocket, because studies have shown that when an actor is in one large film, and then in another large film back-to-back like this, the likelihood is that the box office from one likely transfers over to the OTHER film as well. So, it's gonna be a Tom Holland SUMMER baby!!! LOL

It's not necessarily a BAD thing!

Plus, we will be FED FED FED for that summer with all of the press tours for both They Odyssey and Spiderman BND. Can you just imagine?? LOL

I think we will be drunk with content honestly lol.

I actually think that seeing Tom in The Odyssey, and then seeing him right after in Spiderman might help people to see just how VERSATILE an actor he is. I would say, look on the bright side of things. Neither film has stopped filming yet (BND hasn't even begun!). I wouldn't stress out too much. ALthough, I do think Tom will be very very tired by the time all of this is done with as far as promo and press tours. But maybe they might make it easy on him.....somewhat.