#ceo in line

[whitesunlars]

rip all the parents who didn’t check the rating of barbie and took their slightly too young children to a pg-13 movie and now need to explain what a gynecologist is to their kids

[galacticsuperstitions]

i kept thinking about that one edgy phase Amiya post so i drew it out. when are we getting the fully black outfit for her HG

[izzyspussy]

the fact that they made it illegal to make ads louder than programs on tv in 2010 but haven't updated it to apply the same regulation to streaming. who do i have to call.

[venompinks]

JISOO ☆ CEO OF BLISSOO

[02zhoonie]

ceo! park jongseong (jay) x pregnant! fem reader texts

MDNI 18+ ONLY

content warnings: pregnancy (duh), sickness, a lot of sexting, implied unprotected sex, implied phone sex, daddy kink (sorry had 2 be done), breeding kink, cockwarming and overall i think you might fall for how sweet jay is :3

a/n: consider this my start into writing for enha… i always have many big ideas but it’s just too daunting to write them so i’m starting off small with text messages and even that took me like 4 hours 🔨🔨🔨 can’t stop thinking about dad!jay so maybe this might become a series… who knows please enjoy this filthy little thing and let me know if you want more ?

[s0fter-sin]

last thing i’ll say; people aren’t owed free content but creatives aren’t owed financial compensation either

[carsonjonesfiance]

And I love how gay unemployed 20 somethings on think that a vast interconnected network involving the US government, independent media, Verizon, etc, conspired to delete a couple dozen blogs on a dying blogging platform is somehow more likely than a gay unemployed twenty something disillusioned with American politics unknowingly following a sockpuppet account or two back in 2016.

[echoesofdusk]

"hey guys play this game instead of Palworld bc it didn't plagiarize Pokemon!"

the game in question:

[butdaddyilovehim-hs]

The Divorce: Part III

Word Count: <;3k

Warnings: slight smut, explicit language

Read Part II here

“So it seems you’re considering my offer after all.”

“What if I was? What then?” Wine made Y/N bolder than normal. 

“Well Miss Williams, I would say we would need to discuss the details in person.” 

“Now? I don’t even know where you live and you sure as hell aren’t coming to my place.” Y/N slurred slightly, her head spinning from the alcohol. 

“Have you been drinking?” Harry’s tone was stern, but Y/N was anything but frightened. She chuckled quietly, imagining the reprimanding look on his face. 

“Slow down, Mr Styles, I haven’t agreed to anything. You don’t get to tell me what I can and can’t do.” 

“You’re right, I don’t. Not yet.”

“Maybe not ever!” Y/N singsonged, spinning the stem of her wine glass between her fingertips. “You see Harry, you seem to need me a lot more than I need you. Go on. Convince me.”

“I’m not having this conversation with you if you’re inebriated.” 

“My goodness, you’re so serious all the time. What could you offer me that I can’t get elsewhere?”

“Mind-blowing sex.” He deadpanned and Y/N rolled her eyes. 

“I can basically hear you rolling your eyes Miss Williams. I’d suggest you learn to keep yourself under control before we begin our little arrangement. It’s in your best interests.”

Y/N gulped nervously, recovering as fast as she could. 

“Again, Mr Styles, I haven’t agreed to anything.”

“That’ll change tomorrow. I’ll be over at around 8am. Hopefully you’re presentable by then. Goodnight Miss Williams.” With that, he hung up the phone. 

Y/N groaned to herself before relaxing into her couch. Harry didn’t even know where she lived, there wasn’t a chance he would be at her place in the morning. At 8am on a Sunday no less.

Y/N wasn’t exactly sure when she had fallen asleep but what she did know was:

 1) She should still be sleeping 

 2) Whoever was knocking at her door at this ungodly hour probably had a death wish. 

Y/N let out a frustrated shriek as the knocking continued, slapping a hand over her face and rubbing her eyes. She got up off the couch and walked over to the door in a sleepy haze. 

“Lauren, you have a key, I don’t understand why you insist on knocking every time you-“ Y/N froze as she swung open the door to a perfectly pressed suit, looking down to shoes so shiny she could basically see her face in them.

“Oh my god.” Y/N muttered in shock before promptly shutting the door in his face. She was half convinced she was dreaming so she opened it again to make sure Harry was really there. He was.

“Nope. Not today.” She said, almost to herself, closing the door again. Before it swung shut she caught sight of his bewildered expression that morphed into one of slight annoyance as the wood closed in front of him. 

“Miss Williams, I told you I would be here at this time. Is there a reason you’re so surprised or is it simply because you were too drunk to remember our conversation last night?” His voice was muffled slightly behind the door but she could hear his exasperated tone quite clearly. 

“No… I remember. I was just hoping it was a dream because I don’t really wanna have this conversation today.”

“I am in fact not a dream. It is rather cold out here so I would appreciate it if I could come inside.”

“You’re going to need to wait out there for a bit while I make myself presentable. It’s not fair that I look like this and you look like that at this hour. On. A. SUNDAY.” Y/N gestured animatedly in front of herself before realising that he couldn’t even see her anyway. 

“I don’t really understand what the day of the week has to do with this Miss Williams.” He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. 

“You’re not listening to what I’m saying. Ugh. Fine! Come in. Close your eyes, I’m in my pyjamas.” Y/N opened the door again, immediately reaching a hand up to cover his eyes. 

“Close my eyes? Why on earth is this necessary. My my, you are one for dramatics.”

“I’m one for dramatics? Ok Mr “be my submissive” Y/N snorted at her poor attempt of his accent. Harry removed her hand from his face, staring at her impatiently. 

“Are you going to continue acting like a child or are we going to have a conversation?” 

His tone sobered Y/N up and she nodded before ushering him over to her couch and hurrying to her room to change. Harry took in his surroundings while he waited for her. Her apartment was so perfectly her. It was cozy, with books that had obviously been read more than once lining shelves around her small apartment. It was colourful and bright - far different to the space Harry was used to in his own home. 

He had been waiting for just over ten minutes, when the door to Y/N’s bedroom opened, and she emerged wearing a pale yellow sundress, her hair brushed into a neat ponytail that hung well below her shoulders. 

“Good morning.” She muttered, sitting beside him, her eyes downcast. 

“Y/N, love. Look at me.” Harry said quietly. Her gaze stayed on the floor, focusing on a small piece of lint she had found on the carpet. 

“Darling, please.” He gripped her chin softly with one hand, tilting it upwards so she looked him in the eye. 

“That’s better. Now I can see your pretty face sweetheart.”

“You can’t call me things like that Harry. It makes me feel…” Y/N trailed off, relaxing slightly into his grip. 

“Makes you feel what?”

“Special.” She mumbled. 

“You are special Y/N. That’s why I’m here.”

“That’s the first time you’ve called me by my name.” Y/N pointed out, smiling to herself. She liked the way it sounded with his accent. Harry ignored her. 

“I’d like to get to know you and frankly I’m extremely attracted to you. But, I’m going to be completely honest… I’m not looking for a relationship. I never used to before Sofia and we both know how that turned out. I’d like us to have an… arrangement of sorts.” 

“What kind of an arrangement? Can I see other people? Am I supposed to call you sir?” The third statement came out in a mocking tone and Harry simply smirked, reaching up to the hair that had escaped her ponytail, tucking it behind her ear. Y/N gasped as he touched her, her reaction not going unnoticed. 

“Well I’d prefer if you didn’t. I won’t see anyone else either. To answer your other question, I wouldn’t mind sir. Not opposed to daddy either.” He smirked again as Y/N’s jaw dropped. 

“I-”

“I’ll email you through a list of rules later tonight so you have them in writing, as well as a contract to sign. I’ll sign it as well. If you have any hard limits we can discuss them so we’re never doing anything you’re uncomfortable with. I do however, want to broaden your horizons, show you ways to feel good like you’ve never thought of before. This is about pleasure - for the both of us. In addition, you’ll accompany me to events to deter the unwanted female attention. In the eyes of the rest of the world, you’re my girlfriend.” Harry explained. 

“And if I wanted to take you to an event? My parents will ask about you, especially if the media is going to report on our relationship.”

“I don’t do children’s birthday parties Miss Williams, so I don’t see what events you would need me for. It’s important that you understand that I’m not actually going to be your boyfriend. Whatever you decide to tell your parents is up to you. Lie or twist the truth, but the details of our arrangement are between the two of us.” He said, somewhat sternly. 

“Right. Ok.” Y/N acquiesced. It wasn’t the time for that discussion. 

“How do you feel about a trial run? Before you agree to anything, we can experiment. See if you like it.” Harry questioned, looking at her intently. 

Y/N took a deep breath, trying to gather her thoughts amid the whirlwind of emotions and thoughts that were racing through her mind. She never expected the morning to take such a turn, but the allure of stepping into the unknown with a man as enigmatic and attractive as Harry was undeniably tempting. Her curiosity outweighed her reservations, and she nodded.

”Alright, a trial run," she said softly, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. "But remember, no pressure, Mr. Styles. I might need some time to adjust to all of this."

Harry's lips curled into a smirk, and he leaned in closer. "Of course, darling. We'll take it slow, and I promise to respect your boundaries.”

Y/N's heart pounded in her chest as she felt Harry's warm breath against her cheek. His proximity was both intimidating and electrifying, but she was determined to see where this would lead.  She bit down on her bottom lip, then exhaled, gathering her thoughts. 

“Okay. Let’s do this."

Harry moved closer to her, moving her hair out of her face. Her breath hitched and he couldn’t stop himself from smiling at the effect he had on her. 

“When was the last time you had sex?” His fingers began rubbing circles on her wrist, his touch distracting her from the simple question.

“Um. A couple months ago? It was a one night stand, nothing special.”

“When was the last time you had an orgasm?” 

“Two nights ago.”

“And what were you thinking about?”

“You.” Y/N said boldly. Harry’s eyes darkened, leaning slightly closer to her. 

“Really? What about me? What were you imagining me doing to you?” His lips ghosted her ear and Y/N shuddered, her eyes fluttering closed. 

“I… I don’t-”

“Don’t be shy, tell me what you were thinking about. I want to know what you like.” Harry coaxed.

“I was wondering what it would feel like to have you eat me out. Then to have you fuck me with your fingers until I came, before you used your cock.” Y/N confessed. She could feel her arousal soaking through her underwear, and she squirmed, pressing her thighs together, looking for friction. Harry groaned, his cock hardening in his pants. 

“Can I kiss you?” He whispered in her ear. Y/N nodded. 

“Words, darling. I’m going to need you to use them.”

“Yes, please just do something I-” Harry cut her off, attaching his lips to hers in a bruising kiss. He quickly took control, his mouth moving with hers. She tasted like strawberries and summer all rolled into one. Her hands found his hair, tugging slightly. Harry pulled back, and Y/N followed chasing his mouth, whimpering when he moved away. 

“No touching unless I say so. We haven’t established the rules yet so I’m willing to let it slide for today.”

“Ok I understand Harry.”

“Try again.”

“I understand, sir.” 

“Better.” Harry was quick to pull her back in, exploring her mouth with his tongue. He pulled Y/N up and then she was straddling him. He stood, her legs wrapping around his torso, and carried her through the door he had deduced was Y/N’s bedroom. He tossed her, rather unceremoniously onto the bed, before stepping back and removing his jacket, rolling the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows. Y/N’s mouth watered as tattoos she had never seen before were exposed. 

“Take it off.” He said to her, motioning to her dress. Y/N brought it up and over her head, tossing it to the floor. She was suddenly very aware of the fact that Harry was still fully clothed and she was in her bra and underwear. Y/N crossed her arms over herself, feeling rather self conscious. Compared to what he was used to with Sofia, Y/N felt that she could hardly live up to the other woman’s beauty. 

“Please don’t hide from me. You’re gorgeous.” Harry said, placing a quick peck to her lips before kissing his way down her body. He gave soft kisses to her inner thighs, leaving Y/N a writhing mess beneath him. He was so close to where she wanted him and yet so far away. Without warning Harry thrust a finger inside her and Y/N gasped at the sudden intrusion, arching her back. 

“You’re so wet. This all for me?” “You know it’s for you. I need… oh fuck!” 

Harry added a second finger, moving them in and out slowly at first, getting faster as he found a good rhythm. Y/N whimpered when he found her g-spot, fucking herself on his fingers. He held her down with one hand, watching as she threw her head back and closed her eyes. 

“Eyes on me love.” He muttered, curling his fingers inside her. Y/N whimpered but kept her eyes shut and her head back - it just felt too good. 

“Y/N. I said eyes on me. Eyes on me or I stop.”

Y/N whined loudly, forcing her eyes open and tilting her head up to look at him, as he continued pumping his fingers into her.

“That’s better, good girl. Fuck, you sound so pretty baby. Still want me to taste you?” “God Harry please.”

He held back the part of him that wanted to correct her on saying his name and blew softly on her pussy, stilling his fingers inside of her. Y/N writhed beneath him, sighing out frustratedly. 

“Relax sweetheart. I’ll take care of you, just gotta be patient f’me.”

A/N: 👀

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[svampira]

[konfizry]

Title: Rokurou repays a debt

Artist: Katsura ichiho

Source : Tales of Berseria Comic Anthology (DNA Media Comics), Chapter 10

Nb pages: 8

Link: Full res on imgur

[cinnamonsikwate]

i'm 35 eps into till the end of the moon and only a couple of eps into love is sweet, but so far i'm learning i prefer romance that's seasoned with lies, betrayal, poison, murder, suicide, murder-suicide, blood (so much blood), and the destruction of the world as we know it — to whatever the hell yuan shuai and jiang jun have going on

[oatshow]

Base-Training on Hoth with Sergeants Erso and Melshi, as observed by Base Medic Kaz and Major Sartha. (recorded approx. 2 ABY)

[samuraisharkie]

I can’t wait to see how badly this new business venture of Watcher’s fails. I hope Steven, Ryan, and Shane’s America centric self obsessed asses lose everything and I hope Steve has to sell his Tesla and bullshit matcha machine and the others have to downsize whatever else bougie shit they have and LEARN how valuable $6 is, not just in the US but everywhere else. This is going to crash and burn and I can’t wait to see the decline.

[florallylly]

stobin babysitting erica except it's the three of them creating the most popular girls in school

[williamemmerson]

will never understand why so many people like William Easton from Saw VI, so often I see people say things like "he seemed to genuinely change from his game! He's sorry for what he did!" like yeah I bet the families of the people who died because he denied them health coverage are pretty sorry too