#HONEYYYYYYY

[coyging]

[master-sass-blast]

Hello!

Okay now, hear me out hear me out hear me out

3 times Ran definitely made you flustered

And 1 time you made them flustered (you think)

Thank you for coming to my TED talk *evaporates*

Hello nonny!!! I love this prompt! Sorry it took me so long, but here's a little something. Hope this is what you were looking for! 🖤

Rating: Mature. MDNI. NSFW. Tags: teasing, voyeurism, light dom/sub, pet play, light bondage, impact play

(f!Reader)

AO3

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The first time Ran gets you flustered, you aren’t even sure it’s intentional.

The two of you are preparing for a reconnaissance mission Topside. Ran had commandeered a couple of enforcer uniforms, of which neither of you were particularly happy with. The only one they could manage to get was the dress version. Not practical nor your taste. And to make matters worse, Ran seemed to have underestimated your size, as you're in a constant battle to get the damn thing on.

"This is fucking stupid," you curse under your breath as you struggle to pull the dress over your head, getting stuck at the shoulders. With your back to Ran you hear their quiet chuckle. "Not funny," you grumble, still straining and feeling utterly ridiculous with how your arms are only part way through the sleeves, stuck up in the air and your head inside the dress.

"Need some help?" Ran asks as they step up behind you.

"Are you already changed?" you ask.

"Mhmm."

"Seriously?" you scoff. "Why were you able to get dressed no problem, but I can't?" You wriggle your arms far enough into the sleeves to now be completely trapped, unable to move them to grab any part of the clothing. "I'm fucking stuck!" you growl, and you swear you can see Ran's cocky smirk despite your eyes being entirely covered. "Stop laughing at me and help."

You can hear Ran's boots move to your front side, and it dawns on you that in your current state, your underwear is still exposed. Your very embarrassingly cute underwear. The pink ones with the stupid little red hearts all over it. Your emergency pair. Of all the fucking days...

"Cute," Ran teases as they grasp the hem of your skirt.

"Shut up."

After several good tugs, Ran finally gets the dress down far enough for your scowling face to pop out. You glare at Ran's amused, crooked grin. They don't seem to notice, or decide to ignore it, continuing to shimmy the dress down over your chest until your arms become of use again.

As you take over, tugging the dress further down into place, Ran takes a small step back. They watch you, dark eyes glinting with mirth while you just huff and grunt in indignation.

"This dress is way too tight for my tits," you gripe, struggling to get that last inch of fabric in place.

"They look good to me."

It takes you a moment- too busy trying to pull on the stupid matching stockings without falling over- for Ran's words to sink in.

Wait. Did they just say-?

Your gaze slowly lifts to their face. Those plush, dark lips of theirs are still curled up just the slightest at one corner. And you swear you catch their eyes flit from your chest to your face.

"Uhm... right. Let's- let's get this over with," you stammer, turning your head away to hide the blush that spreads up your neck to your cheeks as you slip into the boots.

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The second time Ran gets you flustered, you're fairly certain it’s deliberate.

The two of you are sitting in a booth at The Last Drop drinking and people watching. Ran sits at your left, their arm draped along the back of the seat behind you. It's a particularly wild night. The room is packed to capacity. Music plays loud enough you can feel it in your chest and you can barely see several feet past your booth with how thick the cigar smoke and Shimmer vapors are. You don't realize a man is sliding into the booth at your right side until you feel Ran's metal finger tap your shoulder.

Turning to Ran with a brow raised inquisitively, they nod their head to your opposite side. Following their gaze, you find a very tipsy and rather unappealing looking man scooting towards you.

"Hey, what's a hot thing like you doing sitting here all alone?" He slurs.

And if that wasn't enough of a give away of just how plastered- or just plain stupid- he was, the way he misses your clearly disgusted expression sure is. You're about to tell him to fuck off, but to your surprise, Ran speaks first.

"She's not alone." Ran's voice is smooth, confident and unaffected. The idiot next to you seems to finally take notice of them, flashing Ran a confused look.

"Where is he? Been watching her all night and ain't seen no man here," he sneers, placing a hand on the top of your thigh.

Your cheeks burn and you suck in a deep breath, ready to lose your fucking shit on this asshole currently touching you with his dirty ass hand. However, once again, Ran beats you to it.

"Right here," they reply simply, and you nearly jump from your seat when you feel Ran's metal fingers start playing with the ends of your hair.

"You?!" He laughs. "Bullshit," he spits. You flinch as several droplets of his saliva hit your face. Janna, you're going to fucking murder this man right here if he doesn't disappear in less than ten seconds.

He gives your thigh a squeeze.

Make that two seconds.

Ran inches closer, their knee pressing against your thigh as they lean in close enough to whisper- noticeably low and suggestive- into your ear, "Isn't that right, my pretty girl?"

What the actual fuck?

You know Ran is just trying to get this pig to leave you alone, but the way they're doing it is highly... suspicious.

"I- I'm taken. By them," you manage to stammer out, and you hope your expression doesn't give away just how flustered you are. The man's eyes dart between you and Ran several times. And for fucks sake Ran decides to really drive it home by running the tip of their nose along the back of your ear, making every last tiny hair on your body stand on end with the goosebumps that spread over you. But at least this trash heap of a man finally gets the picture.

"What a fucking joke," he slurs, "Don't need an ugly slut like you anyway." He stands, nearly falls back down, then stumbles off to find his next victim.

Slowly, you turn to face Ran, who is still twirling a strand of your hair around their finger. They're wearing that damn smirk again, the same one they had when you two were preparing for the recon mission a few weeks prior.

"Was- was all of that really necessary?" You ask, and Janna why are they still sitting so close and touching you? And why aren't you telling them to stop?

"You don't seem to mind," Ran points out. They raise the brow not covered by their dark hair, challenging you to deny it.

"What? I- I-" you can't even come up with an excuse. How does Ran keep doing this? "Whatever," you huff and turn away to hide your blush. Again.

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The third time Ran has you all hot and bothered, there's no longer a doubt in your mind; they are doing it intentionally.

The two of you are assigned yet another recon mission, but this time it's within a hoity-toity brothel up Topside (even their whore houses are over the top extravagant).

You and Ran are to go poised as workers. As a couple. There to offer up your services to a visiting councilman known for his loose lips and particular kinks. Ran had already secured the perfect setup, having paid off one of the young, new and naïve sex workers to allow you two the use of their room for the night.

You weren't exactly thrilled at the idea at first. You wanted nothing to do with some disgusting high ranking man, especially in this context. So much so that you were close to outright refusing to partake, and chance a verbal or physical lashing from Silco. However, Ran assured you that this councilman would not touch either of you. He had a particular kink for voyeurism. He would simply watch the two of you partake in activities.

"But you and I still have to-" you pause, trying to find the words to describe what should be obvious, but you're too damn- nervous? shy?- to say it to Ran. And you're not even sure why that makes you so uncomfortable. Or why the thought of you two doing… those things make your cheeks warm, your skin prickle with goosebumps and your legs ache.

"Fuck?" Ran asks.

Your eyes dart to their face just in time to catch the mirth they're trying to hide at seeing you so flustered. "Yes. Fuck," you scoff.

"He's not into that," Ran replies with a straight face.

Brows furrowed in confusion and frustration, you snap, "What the fuck do you mean he's not into that? It's a fucking brothel. What's he paying us to do? Brush each other's hair? Do our makeup?"

"He likes to watch one party just tease the other. Never really give them what they want. A voyeuristic sadist."

You just gape at Ran, dumbfounded. Not so much due to the disgustingly weird kink of the councilman (you're well aware of how nasty these men can be), but more so how Ran can just talk about what the two of you will be doing in front of him with such nonchalance. Like you'll just be taking a walk in the park, not partaking in some kinky role play while some nasty dude jerks off to it.

“Ok. So we tease each other until he blows his load, and then we just chill with him while he spills the beans to us- random sex workers?” you ask, nonplused.

Ran simply nods.

“This has got to be the stupidest mission I’ve ever done,” you murmur to yourself more than to Ran.

Too caught up fretting over the whole idea at a high level, it doesn't even occur to you to discuss the details of what this would entail. Who plays what part, or what exactly those parts involve. At least not until the two of you are in the room at the brothel and Ran hands you a bag containing your 'costume'.

"What the fuck is this?" You snap, trying to keep your voice down knowing that someone could walk through the door at any moment. You're holding up what to you appears to be an absurdly tangled mess of white string and lace. Certainly not clothing. You're not sure it even constitutes lingerie with how little fabric there is. When Ran doesn't respond, you glance over your shoulder to check on them, but instantly regret it. They have their back to you, but they've already stripped down to just their undergarments, leaving a considerable amount of skin exposed. Skin that you can't seem to take your eyes off of. Before they can catch you ogling them, you whip your head back around, trying to ignore how your cheeks heat… with embarrassment. Yes. Embarrassment. Nothing else. Not excitement. Nope.

It, as expected, takes you a considerable amount of time, trial and error, and cursing to finally get into the flimsy lace and ribbon. Examining yourself, you find that you're almost entirely exposed where it matters most. The thin lace does nothing to hide your shame.

Poking through your bag you pull out several more, equally ridiculous, items. A pair of white lace thigh high stockings, a halo, and a pair of white, disgustingly sparkly wings. And an oddly mismatched red leather collar and leash.

Seriously?

An angel. You're playing the part of a fucking angel. A very scantily clad angel.

"Silco owes me a raise for this shit," you murmur as you slip on the stockings and the rest of your costume. Stepping in front of a large floor length mirror, you check yourself over.

So stupid.

Satisfied, if you can call it that considering how much you hate it, with how everything fits, you lift your gaze to check your face, but catch Ran's reflection behind you. They apparently finished at some point and were just blatantly watching you suffer through your woes.

You whip around to face them, scowling in annoyance. However, the moment you catch what they're donning, your jaw drops and your eyes go wide.

Ran is dressed in all red, skin tight leather. Boots, pants and a sleeveless top with a deep v-line that reveals an ample amount of creamy, white cleavage. Too caught up in those details, you don't even notice the devil horns or tail they're also sporting.

Oh dear Janna.

You're pissed. You're turned on. You're confused. Why are you turned on?

"What- what the fuck, Ran?" Why do you get the cool outfit and I'm stuck with- with this stupid ass cutesy might-as-well-wear-nothing garbage?" You swipe your hands down alongside your body for emphasis.

"Because you're the cute one," Ran replies, dark lips curling into a taunting smirk. They step forward, taking the end of the red leash connected to your collar into their metal hand. Twirling it around their fingers, they add, in a notably sultry tone, "And you make the better pet."

"What?! I- I'm not-" your failing attempt to redeem yourself is abruptly cut short when the door suddenly opens. And to make matters worse, Ran gives your leash a rather violent tug downwards, forcing you to drop to your knees in front of them.

The man, presumably the councilman judging by his fancy looking uniform, freezes in the doorway when he catches sight of you two. "Oh they didn't tell me I'd be getting such… filthy looking ladies," he leers.

It takes every ounce of willpower not to tell this disgusting man to fuck off, and you can tell Ran isn't particular happy with his statement either given how they tighten their grip on your leash.

You watch, seething internally as he closes the door and strides over to a small settee just a few feet behind Ran. He takes a seat, reclined with his legs spread and immediately reaches for the buttons on his pants.

Who's the filthy one?

Turning your attention back to Ran, you await their… instruction, as it seems you're playing the part of their subby little pet… angel.

Ran tugs your leash towards them, hard enough to have you falling forward. You catch yourself with the palms of your hands on the plush carpet, but shoot them a warning glare up through your lashes. Ran’s lips curl into an impish smirk. They're enjoying this a little too much in your opinion.

“This one’s been quite naughty,” Ran says loud enough for the man behind them to hear. Ran’s mischievous eyes remain glued to yours as they start pulling you along on all fours. “I think she deserves some punishment.”

You hear the man laugh behind you. It’s a disgustingly horny sort of chuckle, raspy and jagged. He’s clearly jerking himself off already. It makes you cringe, but you keep your eyes locked with Ran’s.

Ran guides you to a large x-shaped wooden fixture. Tugging up on your leash, they pull you to your feet.

“Turn.”

You- reluctantly- obey. Turning so your backside faces your audience, it suddenly dawns on you what the fixture before you is for.

Oh fuck no.

There are leather straps near the tops and bottoms of each section. Meant to restrain you, obviously. You feel Ran nudge you, rather harshly, pressing their metal hand against your obnoxious angel wings. You nearly topple over from the force, but catch yourself on the cross.

It’s a struggle to keep your face set in stone as Ran bends down to secure each of your ankles to the bottom of the fixture, spreading your legs wide enough to leave you terribly... exposed. Their face is so close to your practically naked bottom that you can feel their breath fan across your skin. It makes that skin crawl with goosebumps. You pray they don’t notice.

When Ran stands back up to secure your left arm, you try to keep your attention forward, focused on the wall in front of you. Try not to let Ran see how nervous you are. How anxious you are. You’re not so lucky though.

As Ran finishes strapping in your right wrist, you feel them bring their mouth close to your ear. Close enough for their noticeably soft lips to brush against it as they whisper low enough for only you to hear, “Drop this if you need me to stop at any point.”

You turn your head to watch as they slip the end of the leash between the wooden post and your hand so you can grasp it. You’re about to ask what they’re talking about when Ran backs up to grab something off a nearby table and-

SMACK!

Something soft and leather-like strikes your bare ass cheek. Mouth open and not expecting that sudden sharp pain, you don’t have time to bite back the startled yelp that leaves your throat. You suck in a shaky breath and blink several times, trying to process what just happened. Your skin feels hot and prickles where you were just hit.

What the fuck?

Turning your head to glance wide eyed back at Ran, you find them holding a long black riding crop. Eyes flitting up to their face in shock, you find them simply smirking. They even have the audacity to mockingly wave that damn mechanical hand of theirs at you.

“Fuck. You,” you seethe as quietly as you can. The man must not hear you, as you can hear him clearly enjoying himself from his seat on the couch, grunting and groaning and… sloshing? Janna, he must have fucking lubed himself. You turn back to face the wall, fearful you’ll catch sight of something you’d much rather not see.

“You learn your lesson?” Ran asks quietly, but loud enough this time for everyone to hear.

You can feel the soft round leather of the crop ghost over your sore skin soothingly. And it takes every ounce of willpower not to whimper with how good it feels. Gathering your bearings, you process their question, realizing it’s part of the show you two are putting on. “There’s nothing to le-” your retort is cutoff when you feel another skin reddening slap to your other cheek. Though you should have known it was coming this time, you still can’t contain the startled yelp that leaves your mouth.

Ran steps forward, into your space. So close that you can smell their perfume- a faint scent of patchouli and cloves- as you suck in a breath. And this time, they sooth over your stinging flesh with their human hand. And fuck does it feel so good. Willpower be damned, you’re left letting your head drop forward as a shaky whimper slips past your parted lips. They bring their mouth to your ear again to whisper, in an undeniably sultry tone, “Enjoying this, angel?”

No. Yes. Fuck yes.

“No.” You try to sound as angry as you feel, or as you should feel, but it comes out pathetic and breathy... needy.

The airy laugh they release tickles the back of your neck. And Janna must hate you today, because your body visibly trembles as chills run down your spine. “Then what are these?” they ask as they bring their hand up to trail teasingly down your arm.

You turn your head to find the goosebumps scattered across the length of your raised arm. “I’m- I’m just cold,” you stammer out.

“Yet you’re sweating,” Ran points out as they run a finger along the damp side of your forehead.

“I- I’m-” you struggle to come up with an excuse. Something, anything other than the fact that you are terribly turned on by them right now. “I’m just- mad… at you,” you finish dumbly. And then you feel the end of the crop slowly, very deliberately, sliding up the inside of one of your thighs. Your undeniably arousal coated thigh.

“Then what’s all this?” Ran purrs against your ear.

Your legs. Your stupid fucking legs. They tremble with the sultry sound of their voice, under that light, teasing touch. A touch that you know is leading to a place that aches to be touched. Your gaze snaps to the leash in your hand. Do you drop it? Do you want Ran to stop?

When the crop drifts higher, so damn close to your wet heat, you realize you know the answer. “Ran,” you keen wantonly, “Please.” Janna, you can’t form coherent words. Or thoughts. Your grip tightens around the leash, both in an attempt to make sure you don’t accidentally drop it, and in anticipation of Ran pressing that terribly delightful crop right where you need it.

As if things couldn’t get any worse, you feel the end of the crop stop just before reaching the apex of your thighs. The man seated behind you two is releasing a long, loud, gurgling sort of groan as he, presumably, finds his release. You had been so damn worked up and distraught you had forgotten he was even there.

And that's it. You do not get your own release. And you can't decide if that's a good thing or a bad thing.

With phase one complete, Ran removes you from your binds, smirking at your flustered expression all the while.

Phase two, the part where this idiot tells you what you want to hear, goes surprisingly smooth. You manage to gather your thoughts enough to pull off a chatty, flirty personality with the man and he so easily gives you and Ran all the information Silco needed.

After the man exits the room, the two of you redress in silence before slipping out the back door unnoticed by any of the other staff. However, just when you’re thinking you're past all that excitement, past having your mind scrambled, Ran opens their damn mouth and throws you off your game yet again.

“Seeing how much you enjoyed that, maybe I should book us a room next week.”

You stop dead in your tracks. “Wait- what?”

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The one time you give Ran a taste of their own medicine, it’s not so much planned as it is a conveniently timed move.

After a mission gone awry, the two of you are running from a large group of armed Enforcers. They follow you clear down to the Undercity, but you and Ran have the advantage of knowing the streets like the back of your hands.

Darting down alley after alley, you’re starting to lose steam. The two of you need to lose these guys, and fast. Lungs burning from the need for more oxygen in the already oxygen deprived Lanes, you glance over your shoulder. None of them had made it down that road yet. Thinking fast, you grab Ran by their metal wrist and tug them down an adjacent alley.

Once you’re deep enough within the shadows, hidden from the bright neon lights that illuminate the road you just came from, you gasp out, “Trust me!” Without giving Ran a moment to reply, you pull your hood up to conceal your face, grab Ran by the front of their harness, and shove them against the wall of the building behind them.

Ran gasps, air knocked from their own oxygen deprived lungs. But, there’s no respite for either of you as you crash your mouth into theirs in a heated kiss. You ignore the muffled sounds of protest coming from Ran’s mouth as you press your body against theirs, slotting your legs with theirs and deepening the kiss.

Between the thumping of your heartbeat in your ears and both your heavy breathing, you barely hear the Enforcers at the end of the alley. 

“Just a couple making out,” one calls. “Check that way!” Their heavy footfalls resume, then gradually fade.

Ran’s hands grasp your waist, and you fear they may push you off and give away your ploy. However, they just squeeze. Tight. Really tight. They don’t return the kiss, but they also don’t try to pull away. They just stand there, frozen, metal and organic nails digging through your shirt and into your flesh.

You try not to think about how pleasant their grip feels. Or how soft their lips are against yours. Or how intoxicating the scent of their perfume is. Or how your heaving chests press delightfully together with each frantic breath. Or how the thigh you’re straddling feels so good between your aching legs…

Unsuccessful in your attempts, you release a low moan, barely muffled by Ran’s mouth. Your eyes shoot open. When had you even closed them? You find Ran staring at you just as wide-eyed and surprised. You push yourself off them, breaking the kiss. Ran’s hands fall limply to their sides and the two of you just stand there panting for a moment.

And then you realize just how completely flustered Ran looks. And you grin, wide and arrogant.

Victory!

“Don’t look so confused,” you laugh, “I mean that was nothing compared to what you put me through the other day.” You turn, leaving them there speechless, and start heading back toward the main street. “Let’s get out of here before they come back looking for us.”

You don’t bother looking behind you, too caught up in how you finally bested Ran at their own little game. Or so you think. So you don’t notice the way Ran’s lips curl into a devious little smirk as they follow behind you.

[neopuff]

i have a coworker who, every other day, is like "can we use AI for this?" and its super basic fucking stuff and i wanna say NO stacy! we are not authorized to use AI for this! so shut the fuck uuuuuuuuuuuppppppppppp but its fine

[coconut530]

LET THE DIVORCE ENSUE

[stephaniejuhnay]

King George just has the sauce and I —

[1976allthepresidentsmen]

i woke up to TWO attacks this is so beautiful..

[kiealer]

Tease my muse about any crushes they have/you think they might have! // accepting

@sleepytv asked:

"You're really drawn to the prince charmin' types, aren't ya? Maybe it's all in the lilac hair, or them royal blue eyes. Knowing you? It's both. You've been at his place a lot more lately, so I guess yer makin' up for lost time? Looks like he's here to stay for a long while. If you're aimin' to rope him into your arms, now would be your chance."

❝What?❞ The hybrid sputters and half chokes on a laugh, perhaps trying to ebb away the nerves that were making her giddy.

❝No, no, that's not it. I mean-- that's not… not it, I guess, but--❞ Hardly a word spoken and she's already in a tizzy. The implications creep up as much as the blush on her face does, soon overwhelming her face in an inhuman orange hue. While she hadn't been parading the facts, perhaps it was obvious, the amount of time she spent with said lilac-haired, blue-eyed prince charming. It had increased significantly as of late, which may be why her good friend had decidedly begun to offer some words of encouragement, to put it lightly.

❝Look, it's… not something I want to rush. He's been through a lot, and I'm sure a relationship is the last thing on his mind. But… I'd be lying if I said I didn't want things to go in that direction.❞ Her eyes divert, her hands tensing in her lap. ❝He's… one of the kindest people I've ever met. He's so selfless, he's always worked his hardest for everyone around him. He's had to live a rough life, and that's putting it mildly. I… want to give him something he's never had before, maybe something he can enjoy. Honestly, I want to take care of him, and show him the life he deserves to have.❞

[wyatthaliwells]

JEREMY ALLEN WHITE AHHHHHHHHHH

[psikhika]

sorry 4 being crazy but i might genuinely be addicted to taking pictures of my boyfriend sleeping he's just so CUTE like he's a lil sick rn and his forehead is a lil sweaty but i'm gonna KISS THAT MAN ALL OVER HIS FACE gently so i don't wake him up but he's so CUTE that's my husband!!!! my boy my love my darling my dear the love of my life he's SOOOOOOO 💖💗💖💖💕💘💖💘💗💕💖💘

[knightlysoulsnatcher]

tbh what part of my life isn’t self soothing in some aspect anymore like. sorry i don’t wave a sign that says I’m Self Soothing or overwhelming myself to the point where self soothing is markedly obvious? i guess?

[labwebs]

🕸️reading one of the crossover comics with insom Peter in 616 and 🥺☹️

[otb-mp3]

he went from club twink to skater boy in one day

[stephaniejuhnay]

LOL not he said “lemme age up real quick but not too much!”

[yenich]

TAPAAAAAA

HAPPY BIRTHDAY HONEYYYYYYY

I love u girlllll

I'm so happy to be your friend 🧡🧡🧡

I hope you ll have a wonderful day, week, month, year

I wish all your life was wonderful gurl!!

You deserve the world

Thank you for making us happy with your incredible works

You are the best girl 🧡🧡🧡

@tapakah0

[witchinatree]

magnus protocol episode 26 ramble

the academic victim era continues. i like putting my lil personal bits at the beginning of these i think it humanizes me

ok. i have to pause mid intro song. i just hit my bowl of snap pea crisps and spilled them everywhere and i'm going to tweak

3 of them fell on the floor.. but they're kinda expensive so we don't get to have them very often.. is it worth it..

i ate them i don't care

this has become more about me than the episode i'm gonna unpause it now

we're so back

celia at work core!! she dgaf!!!

MEET HELEN. pls don't be a tory in this universe pls pls pls pls. i didn't fw human helen at all i am less excited than i was about basira but also basira was one of my all time favs forever

hiii aliceeee <333

magnusing is so me tbh if you think about it

so does alice's voice have a slight hint of that effect they use for chester and norris to anyone else or.. like she sounds computer-y and i don't know if it's just the microphone or something real

"take protection" "jesus christ!" "LIKE A BIG KNIFE OR SOMETHING" CRYING. see my mind didn't go there sam so what's up with that sam huh sam

the hell does celia have in her workbag wtf. queen what. it's the trauma "are you sure that thing is legal?" LMFAOOOOOO

ok i don't like you saying nauseas because i'm on TWO medications that make me nauseas and i just ate pls don't be gross

DAMN. i was gonna be like JARED? HOPWORTH? but it's jared 'smith.' gerard jared is kind of like michael

P.E. teachers creep me out but probably because the only one my high school has ever officially had got fired my freshman year for spanking girls in the locker room and they never actually replaced him they just had various sports coaches take over

yea this is freaking me out already i don't like it

oh that's so sad the dad fucking died poor kid omg

wtf was he possessed by the soul of cross country. what is the horror here. ohh running for his life ok thanks

oh so the horror isn't mr jared it's what happens to him i guess. sorry man i shouldn't have called you creepy

this is just how my friends describe morning cross country practice

yeah so i was right to quit cross country in 5th grade then!!! running IS the horror!!!!

NOT THE TAPE RECORDER WTFFFFF IS THIS ERROR. ANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN ARCHIVIST.............................................................................................................................................................................................

AT A LOSS AT A LOSS AT A LOSS AT AT AT. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT

we were right guyss it's an archivist...

IT SAID ARCHIVIST ALICE YES LOCK IN QUEEN LOCK IN SHE'S SOOOOOOOO HEHEHE SHE'S SO SMART I'M IN LOVE WITH U

yes alice connect those dots!!! connect them babe!!!!! i'm scared though to be honest with you

SHE DOESN'T THINK SHE KNOWS DUMBASS. PLEASE LISTEN TO HER OR I'M WRITING ANOTHER HATE POST ABOUT YOU. oh thank you sam i don't hate you

HOW I WOULD'VE EXPECTED HOW I WOULD'VE EXPECTED hey helen

has celia shut down. oh my god she sounds really scared. probably because helen tried to eat her in another universe.

CELIA'S SO SCARED HONEYYYYYYY. wait now she's bringing up the magnus institute LMAOO

bloody big basement lmao it's where they keep the bodies

at least 20 years? it burned down 20 years ago? who's reaching out after it burned what

HELEN'S LAUGH MADE ME JUMP LMFAOOOOO HELP

SAM MEETING JACK???? SAM MEETING JACK??????? THEY'RE SO CUTE WTF OMG ur baby's a tory HAHA

celia you are being watched honeyyy you are you need to connect some dots. alice style. obsessed with her.

calling her baby goblin after that baby episode that celia was mentioned by name in hello. hello.

ok sam let's go no longer being as selfish thanks sam.

awe that's adorable i actually think he's been really nice lately holy shit.

LMAOOO WHY DID WE GET AN AUDIBLE KISS ON EPISODE 26 I THOUGHT THEY DIDN'T LIKE THOSE

[pearl-blue-musings]

Me and Oliver aiku are exes to lovers, he was unfaithful in the past but really steps up and fixes his shit so we can work. It takes him losing almost everything to do it but now he’s more than happy to fall into my arms so I can take care of him.

It’s been a while since you did a wine night hope it helps makes this a good start to the weekend

Oh Cal

Oh honeyyyyyyy

I’ve got just the thing and yes it has been too long but now that school is done I can let my mind relax and soar!!!

Oliver had a rough day of practice, that was more than obvious. His texts to you after practice had you pouting and scheming a plan to help him relax. In the time it takes for him to get home, you slip into his favorite lingerie set and wait for him in the bedroom. You hear the door slam and his bag thud on the floor. He grunts in frustration as he mumbles about how terrible the coach had lashed out at him.

“Hey babe? I know you got my text and I really just-“

His jaw drops and he immediately gives you his infamous smirk as he leans in the doorway. His eyes trail up and down your body and you can’t help but giggle confidently. You motion your finger for him to come hither and he growls possessively as he quickly strips. “Damn, how’d you know I wanted this?”

“Lucky guess,” your snicker turns into a quick gasp of pleasure as his lips suck at your neck. His hands are gripping and rubbing everywhere, his fingers gently playing with the fabric. The eagerness and need to release his pent up energy is obvious as he bucks his hips up into yours, his tip already leaking onto the delicate fabric.

“You’re getting my panties dirty.”

“Then you’re doing a damn,” he emphasizes my spanking and gripping your ass, “good job.” With a free hand, Oliver slides your panties to the side and lines his cock with your hole, moving it back and forth to tease you just a little bit. You groan and bite your lip in pleasure as he finally, finally, slides into you. He sets a brutal and impatient pace, his tongue sneaking out of his lips as he focuses on you and releasing his stress. His fingers grip your hips tightly as your legs wrap around his waist. He wasted no time in getting you on your back and pressing your legs to your shoulders.

Your cries of pleasure spurn him on as he fucks you into the mattress. With your legs around him, he grips the headboard and hikes up a leg to get better leverage. He bites into your neck to try and silence his own needy moans. Your nails dig into his back as he keeps hitting the right spot inside you. Your back arches off the mattress as he whispers and commands for you to cum, cum, cum hard on his cock. Both of you are left panting, your foreheads resting together as you peck his lips over and over.

He chuckles into your ear, “now let’s do it without the lingerie on. I’m still pissed from practice.”

“Still?!”

Elle’s Wine Night!