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[rindecisions]

A New Arrangement Halargian World - Steddie

Steve's not going to let Eddie walk away that easily

Part of the Mad World Anthology

[jerzwriter]

For His Girls

Book:                   Open Heart (Post Series)

Pairing:                Tobias Carrick x F!MC (Casey MacTavish)

Featuring:           The Carrick Girls

Rating:                 Teen

Category:            Holiday/Fluff

Summary:           The girls want to have a nice holiday party, just like those Mommy & Daddy have been attending.  So they ask Daddy to make it happen.

Words:                 1000 Words + Edits

A/N:                     This fic is going out to @secretaryunpaid, who sent an ask to see what would happen if the girls asked their Daddy to throw a holiday party for them. It was too cute of an idea to not turn it into something more. I hope you enjoy it!                    @choicesdecember2022 - Day 15 – Dance     

The week between Christmas and the New Year had quickly become a favorite in The Carrick household. After all, having more time with their little girls was one of the main reasons they started their own practice, and even when Tobias and Casey were overwhelmed by the three little firecrackers, never once did they regret their decision. Not even today, as Casey tried to bundle the three sugar-fueled girls into their winter gear for a trip to the skating rink at the local park. Tobias normally helped, but he was engaged in a far more daunting task: convincing grandma Vivian to watch the little angels so they could attend a party that night.

Wrapped up in their little world of domestic bliss, they had forgotten about the event, and it wasn’t one they could skip. Not only were the Navarro’s good friends, but they were generous supporters of the couple’s non-profit, so skipping it was out of the question. And while Grandma was always eager to spend time with her girls, the last-minute notice meant rescheduling her plans, not something she took kindly to. So, given a choice, Casey was happy to lasso in the three little ladies.  

She listened in on her husband's conversation as she buttoned, tied, and snapped, and later she found out she wasn’t alone.

“You know this might be the time to remind you how many years you begged for grandchildren,” he teased.

“I know, Ma… and you know we wouldn’t ask if….”

“I mean, do you even like attending Mrs. Smith’s holiday dinner? You bitched about it every year when I lived at home.”

“I can’t bribe you with another grandchild anymore. Would you like a puppy, maybe?”

It was all part of a game; everyone knew the eventual outcome. Vivian Carrick would drop plans with Idris Elba at the drop of a hat if it meant spending more time with her little girls, and she loved Idris. But letting her son off the hook easily wasn’t something she was willing to do. She always told him that she didn't care how many women he charmed, she would never be one of them. She birthed the man and was immune. Someone had to keep him humble.

But when he walked down the hall to join his family, quickly dropping to the floor to help Casey tie six little boots, the smile on his face made it clear he won.

“So I suppose I should get my little black velvet dress ready,” Casey winked.

“Oh yeah,” he hummed. “And those black patent heels, too. Maybe I’ll have Ma watch the girls at her house tonight,” he smiled.

Casey blushed at the look he shot her way but didn't dare say another word in front of the girls. But she didn’t need to worry about that because Samantha had her own agenda, and she was about to let loose. Standing with her arms crossed in front of her chest, she eagerly said her piece.

“Daddy!”  She implored. “This is the third holiday party you and Mommy have gone to!”

“So it is,” he said, grabbing her nose. “You keeping count?”

“Are holiday parties fun?” Brooke asked. “You and Mommy always look so pretty when you go.”

“They can be,” Tobias shrugged, “they can also be a pain in the butt.”

“They are nice,” Casey agreed, “and it’s important for us to get grown-up time; but most of the time, we’d rather be home with you.”

“That’s because we’re fun,” Samantha nodded.

Tobias shook his head with a laugh. The Carrick sass gene was strong in his seven-year-old. “That you are, Sammy. That you are.”

“Then why don’t we get to go to the party, Daddy?” Brooke asked sweetly.

“Exactly!" Her older sister chimed in.

“Because these are grown-up events,” he said, now bundling up himself. “You wouldn’t have much fun at them anyway.”

“But we should have our own party!” Samantha stated. “If we did, we can make it a not-grown-up event.”

“Yeah!” Brooke squealed! “We could have it here. Our own holiday party! Could we? Could we, Daddy?”

“Well, I don’t know, the holidays are almost over, and….”

“I mean, it’s a week before we’re back at work or the girls are back at school,” Casey smirked, earning her an “I’ll get you later” look from her love.

“Well, parties take planning,” he argued, “and….”

“It doesn’t have to be big,” Brooke said excitedly. “Just us and a couple friends.”

“We want a party, Daddy!” Samantha stated matter-of-factly. 

Even little Kayla got in on it. Dancing around the foyer of their home, she began to sing. “Pawtee! Pawtee! Pawtee!”

“See, she wants a party, too!” Brooke beamed.

“Mmm. Maybe not,” Casey shrugged. “I think she wants a potty.”

Tobias’s shoulders dropped. “After we just got everyone bundled,” he exasperated. 

“Better now than halfway to the park,” Casey shrugged. “I’ll take her.”

The relief on Tobias’s face was evident. “Thank you.”

“Remember when you wanted nine of these,” she winked. "Because I do.”

“I was completely out of my mind.  But you married me… so you’re not all that sane either.”

Lifting Kayla on her hip, she stepped next to him to whisper so only he could hear. “But, I’m smart enough to realize taking Kayla for one more potty run is less work than you're about to endure. Looks like you have a party to plan.”

“Oh no, I don’t,” he insisted as his wife walked away.

“We’ll see!”

Fifteen minutes later, Casey and Kayla reappeared in the hall.

“Ready to go?” she asked.

“All set,” Tobias nodded.

“And when is the party?”

Bundled like a snowman, Brooke still managed to jump up and down as she screamed. “In three days, Mommy! We each get to invite two friends!”

“Well, except Kayla,” Samantha corrected. “She doesn’t really have friends yet.”

Tobias could see the laughter in Casey’s eyes as they met his. 

“Shut up,” he grumbled. “You know I can’t say no to any of you.”

“Tobias Carrick, Ladies, man has a different meaning for you now, doesn’t it?” she laughed.

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[raydfil]

LMAOOO

How the fuck are these two things related

[tumbrburgerking712801]

Guys i am so sorry! I try but i cant!!!! I grew up reading fucking fanficst about literally everything!!!!! So these photos are sending me shivers every where

[xxxadrianthegr4verobber]

ok but i came up w this concept where its like

when red comes into the human world he'd like a demon tright? so he takes the form of a human and he looks exactly like care but scary. marvins like yo wtf but doesn't question it until deformed spider legged caer stabs him in the back literally in tha school basement while zach passes out :)

[logical--dreamer]

Chapter 29!

Discord: https://discord.gg/fqVD88y

[averagedenjienjoyer0290]

Omg this is so real like just say (character) x white!Reader cause oms all of the old fanficstions from like 2016-2019 were just for (slim) white and sometimes Asian girls.

Show the cubby n brown girls some love too!

“her lovely hazel eyes”

“her breasts and perky rosy, pink nipples”

“for her petite physique”

Well damn , give her a name and we’re good to go 💀 the reader having a backstory , yeah no problem it’s cool but why do you have to describe the physical traits ? Just make an OC

Back story + physical description = OC

Back story + no physical description = reader insert

[heyyyharry]

SNEAK PEEK: THE 1 (ONE SHOT)

...in which Y/N sees her ex again in a dream (inspired by the 1 by Taylor Swift).

Full: Sunday, August 29, 2021.

Read full now on Patreon!

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“Am I dreaming?”

Harry chuckled and patted the spot beside him on the bed. Hesitantly, she came and sat down. She wanted to reach out and touch his face, feel his skin, but she wasn't sure she could. If she did that, and it wasn't a dream, she'd be embarrassed; if she did that, and it was a dream, she'd be disappointed.

"Why do you think so?" he asked. She hadn't heard his voice in years, only on videos. It was just as warm and homely as she'd remembered.

She felt tears stinging her eyes as she said, "Because you're in New York this week for a show."

He pressed his lips together, a haunting yet tender smile. "That's right," he said. "And you're in London. Warm and safe in your bed."

After a moment of nothing but silent eye contact and the rapid pounding of her nervous little heart, he asked, "You okay?" British people sometimes asked this question when they wanted to ask, "How are you?" So Y/N wasn't sure what Harry meant in this case. Did he want to know how she was, or was he just checking if she was okay after what had happened between them years ago?

"I'm okay," she answered. That should be good for both possible meanings of the question, she thought.

He nodded once, his expression neutral. "So am I," he said.

Those words stung her heart like a sharp needle. She didn't want to hear that he was okay. She wanted to know how much he'd suffered from the pain of leaving her. She wanted to hear how miserable he'd been ever since he'd cut her off without giving her closure. He wasn't allowed to be okay, not then, not now, not even after twenty years had passed.

Was this really a dream? Because shouldn't she get to hear what she'd wanted to hear instead of the bitter truth – that he was doing okay and only thinking of her as someone he pitied?

[freetoplay]

大嘴巴 防衛心態 (pinyin)

When you miss a group and then you start listening to their songs and start writing fanfictions for monsta x. Life is unfair yo

[umaficwriter]

As promised to @beautyandwords I chose a scene from the last chpter on SKULLS to gifset it! Here it is darling doll, hope you love it as much as I love your fic! 

xx

[ariannjs]

NEW YEAR’S GIFT | A SasuSaku FanFic (One Shot)

Happy happy new year, everyone! Thank you so much for all the support you've been giving me as I continued writing for SasuSaku last year! Writing is highly therapeutic for me and seeing your comments uplift me even more. Thank you for making 2020 bearable and survivable! Y'all are encouragements to me!

I don’t post much on tumblr anymore since I’m more active on Twitter, AO3, and FF, but here’s a new year fic for y’all! 

Hope you enjoy this fic! :D God bless! - A ------

“It's been a tradition, Sakura-chan. We either open our Christmas gifts on New Year's Eve or get another gift for everyone specifically for the New Year that's why Sasuke told you to give your Christmas gift today.”

Sakura remembered Itachi's words when she first joined the Uchihas for their New Year's Eve celebration five years ago, back when she and Sasuke weren’t married yet. She smiled at the memory. Every year after that, she found herself giddy with excitement to buy gifts for the whole family – one for Christmas and another for New Year.

This year was a bit different because she only bought Christmas gifts for everyone, which she already distributed on Christmas Eve. She smirked as she stepped inside their car. She watched her husband place his gifts for his family inside the trunk. 

For the second time that day, Sasuke asked, “Are you sure you didn’t forget anything, Sakura?”

“Yes, Anata. Don’t worry.” Then she heard him close the trunk with a loud thud.

When Sasuke got inside the car, Sakura bit her lower lip to restrain a smile, trying her best to act as normal as she could. Her husband glanced at him from the corner of his eye before revving the engine. Then with a sigh, he pulled out of the driveway so they could go on their way to the Uchiha Manor.

Their travel was silent except for the soft volume of an Electro-pop Rock track in the background. Sakura’s eyes were fixed on the snow-soaked surroundings. Sasuke peeked at her every once in a while as he silently tapped the steering wheel with his fingers. 

After a few moments, he was the first who broke the silence. “Sakura.”

“Hm?” His wife met his eyes and smiled. For a moment, Sasuke swallowed hard as he took in the way she looked at him. He cleared his throat and quickly shifted his gaze to the road. 

“N-nothing.” Whatever he intended to say went down the drain. He gripped the steering wheel tighter.

“Are you sure?”

“Tch. Annoying.”

Sakura grinned, shaking her head. “We’re already married and you still call me annoying? Seriously though, what did you want to say?”

“Stunning.” Sasuke cleared his throat. “Y-you’re stunning.”

Sakura’s eyes widened while a tinge of pink dusted her cheeks. Then she chuckled. “Thank you, Sasuke-kun. I’m glad that you still find me attractive even after three months of our marriage.”

Her husband scoffed. “Sakura, I will always find my wife attractive.”

“Even when I get fatter?”

“Aa.”

“Even when my acne breaks out every month?”

“As if that matters.”

“Even when my hair turns white?”

“Tch. Of course.”

Sakura reached out to pinch his cheeks, which made him groan.

“Sakura, I’m driving.”

“You’re weirdly sweet today.” She giggled.

“And you’re weirdly happy today,” Sasuke replied, his eyes not meeting hers.

Sakura tilted her head to one side. “I am?”

“Yeah. You’ve been smiling a lot as if you’re hiding something,” Sasuke finally said.

“Wait, what?” Sakura’s chuckle filled the car. “I’m just happy because it’s the New Year, Anata. And I’m spending it with you!”

Sasuke just sighed and let it go as he turned to the last street towards the Uchiha Manor. Sakura, on the other hand, just smiled to herself again.

 When they reached the manor, Izachi – Itachi and Izumi’s son – welcomed them by the door. “Auntie Sakura! Uncle Sasuke!” The child exclaimed while giving them both a tight hug. “You came just in time! It’s time for the gifts!”

“Oh, it is?” Sakura looked at him with fondness as he tugged her hand, with Sasuke following suit.

True enough, gifts were scattered on the floor near the huge Christmas tree in the living room. Embraces were exchanged with the rest of Sasuke’s family before the couple found their spot on the floor.

As usual, Fugaku and Mikoto proceeded in giving their gifts first. Izachi was giddy to open not only his gifts but even the ones that his mother and father received, making the atmosphere lighter for everyone. 

To Sasuke and Sakura’s surprise, they received two big studio monitors from their parents, the ones that they were planning to buy for their Music Studio at home. Sasuke’s smile was so wide that Sakura even poked him to tease him. 

When it was Izumi and Itachi’s turn to give their gifts, Izachi took the packages and handed them to his aunt and uncle. Sakura gasped at the designer bag that she received from Izumi, while she almost cried when she opened the pair of headphones from Itachi.

“I needed a new one so bad! This is so timely, nii-san!” She exclaimed.

“I’m pretty sure Sasuke has an even better gift for you, though.” Itachi chuckled, earning a glare from his younger brother. To redeem himself, he called for his son to give their family’s gift to Sasuke.

Sasuke’s eyes widened upon opening the box containing a new high-end MIDI keyboard controller. “You bought me the new release? Thank you, nii-san, Izumi-nee.”

Itachi smirked. “Anything for my foolish little brother. Now, what’s your gift to your wife?”

Sasuke shot a glare at him again but ended up sighing when he noticed her wife’s soft gaze.

“I told you it’s okay if you don’t give another gift to me, Anata.”

“You need this, though.” Sasuke handed a wrapped box to her. “Open it.”

Sakura did as she was told. Then, she gasped. “Sasuke-kun!”

Sasuke smiled. “You like it?”

“How could I not like a new laptop with specs fit for producing?”

Sasuke chuckled as he watched how Sakura took out the laptop from its box.

“Thank you, Anata. Thank you so much.” She bit her lower lip. “Are you ready for my gift now?”

Sasuke’s forehead creased. “You didn’t bring anything, though.”

Sakura released an exhale and then faced everyone in the room. “My New Year’s gift for everyone is…” She glanced at Sasuke again, smiling from ear to ear, before she announced, “I’m pregnant.”

Izumi and Mikoto instantly hugged her and congratulated her while Fugaku and Itachi smiled. Sasuke, however, felt as if something was stuck in his throat while he stared at his wife.

When Izumi and Mikoto returned to their seats, Sakura warily turned to Sasuke. “Aren’t you happy, Anata?”

Sasuke simply stared at her, then after a beat, his lips caught hers.

Their family cheered as they shared a passionate kiss. It felt like their wedding day all over again.

Sasuke pulled away and rested his forehead against Sakura’s. “So this is what you’ve been hiding, huh? How could I not be happy? I’m going to be a father because of you.”

Tears brimmed Sakura’s eyes as she gazed at her husband.

Sasuke smiled. “This is the best New Year’s gift I’ve ever received.”

[watchmegetobsessed]

Don’t say my name - Shawn Mendes

idea from @bakedmendes

so i might or might not have been a little tipsy when i wrote the second part of it and im not in the mood to read it back so this is all you get. enjoy (yes im still tipsy)

it’s a juicy fucking smut, just sayin

drabble list masterlist

Standing in the shadow of the backstage you follow his bouncy figure on the stage, taking it by storm, making thousands of girls scream, somewhat different than the way he makes you scream in the bedroom.

The sight of him, soaking in his own sweat, skin so shiny and hair messed up, it’s making you cross your legs as you watch him, but there is one tiny detail that’s screwing the whole up. His shirt.

For some reason he has been experimenting with his fashion statements, wearing the weirdest stuff sometimes and somehow he always ended up owning them, but not today. The thin fabric is giving a nice view of what’s under, but the child-like print on it is just making you hate it endlessly, not really matching the vibe of his. You know he bought it because the money went for charity, but that doesn’t mean he must wear it. You begged for him to change into one of his usual tank tops, but as if he wanted to piss you off, he decided he would drop his regular outfit and wear the t-shirt on the stage as well.

The cocky grin on his face tells it all, how much he is enjoying your burning eyes on him when he leaves the stage that night. Leaning in for a kiss you turn your head, his lips ending up on your cheek.

“What? Is it still about the shirt?” he asks, already well-aware of the answer.

“I can’t believe you wore that on stage,” you growl at him, arms crossed on your chest as you head into his dressing room. He grabs a towel from somewhere, gently drying himself with it on the way.

“You can’t be hating it so much.”

“I can and I do.”

An amused chuckle leaves his mouth and leaning closer he makes sure only you can hear his voice.

“I’ll make you love it.”

You gulp hard, knowing him enough to figure out what that means and just his words are making you lose your mind.

“Is that a threat or a promise?” you peek at him, getting into his little game.

“Take it as you want, Honey.”

You patiently wait for him to shower and get ready to leave. His stage clothes are lying on the couch in the dressing room and you stare down at the ugly shirt, suddenly curious about what he has in mind that will make you change your mind about it.

Thoughts racing about the empty hotel room that’s waiting for you, you grab the shirt and tug it into your bag before someone shows up to pick the clothes up for washing. It’s still damp from his sweat, and you try to make yourself not think about how bad you want to sniff it to smell him.

When Shawn returns from his shower and his eyes wander to his stripped clothes he immediately notices the absence of the shirt. His dark eyes move over to you as you try your best to look as innocent as possible.

He doesn’t say anything, just gets dressed and taking your hand you head out. The car ride leaves you a wreck. The driver is playing some unknown music with killer bass that vibrates through your body. Shawn’s hand starts just on your thigh at the beginning, his long fingers stroking the inner side of them, but soon they move up, his pinky sliding under the silky fabric of your underwear. You can barely contain yourself and not moan even though he is hardly touching you.

You grab his hand and push it back to where it was at the beginning just for your own sake, before the driver notices what’s happening at the back, but it doesn’t sit well with Shawn. The look he gives you makes you shiver and you already know tonight will leave you sore.

Your knees are practically shaking from excitement as the two of you stand in the elevator, his tall, calm figure towering above you, eyes avoiding yours. You follow him down the hallway and once the door is closed behind you it starts.

“Take your clothes off,” he simply orders calmly as he throws his bag to the sofa. You kick your shoes off and start stripping while making your way to the bed. You watch him move around, grab something from the closet, but you don’t dare to question anything he does.

“Everything,” he warns you when you stop at your lingerie. Licking your lips you get rid of the lacy bra and matching panties, leaving you in nothing while he is still fully clothed.

He walks over to you, eyes burning as they roam your body up and down, making you wet instantly. He pulls his shirt off and unbuttons his jeans but doesn’t take those off just yet as you stand there, following his every move. Reaching into your bag he grabs the shirt from it, feeling the texture up between his fingers before his eyes flicker up to you. Your lips are parted as you wait for him to tell you what to do.

For now, he drops the shirt to the bed and turning back to you he gets rid of his jeans. The growing bulge on his boxers makes you lick your lips and when his own hand takes a grab on himself you suck your breath in.

“So you’ve been saying stuff about the way I looked today.”

He slowly starts walking around you, taking in every naked inch of your body, hand still gripping his erection through his boxers.

“You didn’t like my shirt?”

“No,” you simply say, knowing he doesn’t like it when you say too much.

“Too bad. I have to teach you a lesson now. I have to make you like my style.”

You almost say that you have nothing against his style, but you stop yourself just in time. His free hand touches your side, fingers gently sliding down to your waist, over your stomach and back up to your breasts. Taking one of them in his palm he squeezes it, making you moan under his touch. You want him to touch you everywhere he can reach, but his touch soon disappears leaving you aching for more.

“Put on the shirt,” he orders turning away from you as he walks over to the side of the bed.

While you put on the famous shirt he pulls down his boxers, his dick already hard for you.

“Lie down.”

Crawling op to the bed you lie down in the middle, patiently waiting without a word.

“Arms up above your head,” he gives the instruction and this is when you see the pair of tights in his hands. Leaning down, one knee on the mattress he starts to tie you up against the headboard while you watch him with parted lips. His face is close as he is working on your wrists, making sure it’s not too tight but strong enough to keep you from using your hands.

“Do you remember our word?” he asks looking into your eyes and you nod.

“Purple,” you say the safety word you two agreed on some time ago, though you haven’t had to use it yet.

Pecking your lips shortly he stands up, leaving you tied up, his shirt covering your upper body, but only until your hip bones since it has ridden up as you pulled your legs up a bit.

“You are not saying my name unless I tell you to, understood?”

You nod eagerly as you watch him get up on the bed, hands grabbing on your ankles as he spreads your legs, exposing you to his greedy, dark eyes. Slowly leaning down he licks his lips, your toes already curl at the thought of his tongue touching your heated, wet skin, but just when it is about to happen his eyes flicker up to you and the corner of his mouth curls up.

Climbing up above your body he grabs the hem of the shirt and pulls up, so it’s covering your head, blocking you from seeing anything. You whimper as his fingers touch your stomach.

“Now the shirt is all you are going to see while I make you cum,” he murmurs as you hear him getting back down, positioning himself between your legs, facing your naked pussy.

The fabric of the shirt is thin, you see shadows and shapes, but that damned drawing is staring right at you.

You’re eagerly waiting for something to happen, but as the seconds pass you don’t feel him touching you anywhere and it’s killing you, not knowing what’s happening. When you are about to question if he is still in the room his tongue connects with your clit, making you shiver immediately.

He shows no mercy on you. One finger sliding into you as his tongue and lips work on your clit, moving in circular motions while he starts pumping.

“Oh fuck,” you whisper to yourself and suddenly he stops.

“Swear as much as you want, but don’t say my name,” he warns you, lips brushing against your center and you can’t stop moving your legs at the feeling.

It doesn’t take too much time for him to add two more fingers, making you moan under the shirt, your eyes rolling back from the sensation.

It’s building up, your body is reacting fast to the way he curly his fingers inside you, hitting that bundle of nerves. Your whole body is about to explode, you can feel the orgasm almost reaching your senses when all of a sudden he pulls away, a choked gasp emitting from your throat.

Breathing feels like the hardest at the moment, your panting warming up the air around you and it’s trapped because of the shirt, making you sweat, your hair sticks to your neck messily. Pushing your heels into the mattress you move your legs up and down, somehow trying to keep up the elevated feeling in yourself, but it’s starting to fade. When your panting calms down slightly, that’s when his touch returns.

His hands push your legs to the side more. giving him more than enough space to make himself comfortable between them, grinding his hips to yours, making you gasp again.

“Fuck!” you whimper feeling his dick slide between your wet folds, the head pushing against your clit.

“So how do you feel about the shirt again?” he asks, his hips moving back and forth, making you want to beg for him to finally fuck you.

“I uhh-“ not able to make up a whole sentence you just whimper under his touch, his hand finding your breasts once more, massaging them, pinching your nipples and just casually making you lose your mind.

“You what? Tell me, how do you feel about the shirt, Y/N?”

When his mouth meets your breasts, sucking on the skin gently, probably leaving a nice hickey you know there’s no way you can answer any question.

“Please,” you beg, grinding your hips, trying to guide him into you, but there’s no use, he is in charge.

“Tell me you like the shirt and you get what you want,” he tells you, hands pushing your hips down, stopping you from moving.

“I love the fucking shirt!” you choke out, barely able to breathe properly.

“Good girl,” he growls before pushing his full length into you without any hesitation.

“Fuck!” you moan at the sensation as he fills you up so abruptly, your walls tightening around his cock. His name almost rolls down your tongue but you stop yourself just in time, obeying his order from earlier.

He doesn’t take it slow, picking up quite a fast pace from the beginning, pounding into you relentlessly.

Your hands curl into fists as you pull against the tights, trying to escape and touch him, but he made sure that can’t happen. Sweat is running down your neck, your eyes glued to the ugly print of the shirt, but the way you feel makes it all nonsense, that damned print is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen if you think about the sensation you feel while Shawn is fucking you hard.

His long fingers dig into your thighs, keeping you in place as he keeps slamming against you. Several moans escape your mouth and you are getting closer to your orgasm once again, his name painfully waiting on the tip of your tongue to finally be said.

“Don’t cum yet,” he tells you, but you need everything in you not to cum just from the way he talks to you. There’s something in the way he takes control, you can’t get enough of him.

Suddenly he pulls out, your body already missing the feeling of him inside you. His hands grip your hips and with one confident move he flips you over, pulling your ass up, legs spread on the mattress as you try to keep yourself up on your elbows. He holds your hips up, as he guides himself into you once again, slamming hard against your butt.

“Oh shit,” he growls as he keeps thrusting into you, making you moan over and over again. “Say my name,” he finally tells you and it burst out of you.

“Shawn! Shawn!” you keep moaning his name in the rhythm he is fucking you, hips meeting your ass every time.

“Cum for me,” he orders and you are already close to the edge, it doesn’t take too much for you to finally finish.

A few more thrusts and you are screaming his name as you ride your orgasm, knees shaking, toes curling at the breathtaking sensation. His hold tightens on you as he reaches his highest high as fell, your face pressed against the shirt, his smell burning into your nose from it.

A few more lazy thrusts later he pulls out, leaving you empty and a few moments later your hands are finally free again and he pulls the shirt off of you, letting you see his beautiful face again.

Leaning in he presses a long kiss to your lips as you run your fingers through your hair, skin still soaked with sweat.

“It wasn’t too much, right?” he asks, worried he might have hurt you, but it’s nothing like that. If it was too much you would have screamed the safety word but you had no intention in stopping him.

“Are you kidding me? I’m gonna criticize your shirts every day after this,” you grin at him making him chuckle.

“Come on, let’s take a shower and get you cleaned up.”

You can’t deny, your thighs sore as you move to get up from the bed, but it’s not a new feeling. You love it when he leaves you in a numbing pain after some wild sex, it feels great to give him the opportunity to live all his kinks out on you and be the person who he can be as free as he wants to.

Moving to the shower his soft sides make an appearance, washing you so gently as if you could break at anytime, and you just love how he can switch so fast, going from a dominant sex god to a literal puppy. You love him just the way he is. And now you kinda love that ugly ass shirt as well.

[ashoxxa]

Deep Guilt (Bunny shortfic)

Kenny was always the carefree friend, the one that doesn't stress at all despite all that’d happened to him in the past. He’d experienced sadness, anger, loneliness but never really guilt. Maybe for Karen but that was an exception. One event that plastered into his head was the incident when him and his friends were just kids, simple enough, though not all kids manage to throw a ninja star throw their friend’s eye. Of course they made it out with no consequence in the end, well apart from Kenny. What noone really cared about was the gash in Butter’s eye that left a scar causing his eye to falter alot. 

Butter’s forgave Kenny of course but while growing to their teen’s Kenny couldn't stop looking at his eye and felt a pit inside him, guilt eating at him for his stupidity. He wish he could go back and fix it all for Butter’s, he didn’t want him to only have half the sight he used to have. Ken would play off his smiles and dirty jokes around them all but would aciddnelty remind himself of it and falter a bit. 

Also during this, Kenny would overhear others talk about Butter’s eye and the insults they spread, when he found this out he got more pissed and guitly, fighting them to stop and sometimes ended up getting his own ass kicked in return. 

The boy in the parka would tend to hang out at the ol’d abandoned train bridge, sitting on the edge and taking a cigarette to distract himself. Today Ken was sitting on the edge, swinging his legs gently over the end and looking up, eyes closed as his coat barely protected him from the harsh cold. Unknown to him, a certain blonde boy had followed him , noticing how Kenny had been acting.

Butter’s sneaked up and stood beside the sitting boy, looking down at him with a small smile “Howdy fella”, he tilted his head slightly, grinning. Kenny flinched, surprised he found him but gave a calm smile in return “Hey leo” he turned his look to the front, looking over the river below them. Butters sat beside him, swinging his legs and humming a familiar tune then looking to the thinking Kenny.

“So watcha doing out here all by you lonesome?” He tilted his head slightly. Kenny shrugged, making sure to keep his thoughts to himself “It’s just nice out here, and I don’t get to smoke at school” he made a gesture to show smoking and smirked at Butter’s who gave a small concerned face “Aw Geez, you know that’s bad for you ken”. The taller blonde only chuckled a bit “alot of things are bad for you” he smiled til looking at Butter’s eye and turned his head, eyes more tired looking.

 Butter’s noticed this and looked over a bit more “What’s wrong Kenny? You’ve been acting uh a bit..” he couldn’t find the words to finish his sentence as Kenny shook his head “I’m fine Leo, Don’t worry” Butters’ wasn’t at all happy with that and put his hand on Kenny’s to try and comfort him “Now don’t lie to me ken, I know somethings bad”. Kenny’s eyes widened a bit as he moved himself back snatching his hand “I’m fine Butter’s Leave it at that!”. Butters sat and rubbed his arm, Kenny usually only said that name when he was more serious. “Geez, I-I’m sorry..”.

Kenny came to his senses and went back to Leo on his knees, “Oh god Leo, I’m sorry I didn’t mean t-” Butters gave a smile and closed his eyes “Its ok ken” Kenny sat on his legs and felt himself getting stirred again “I-It’s not alright Leo. You always forgive me when you shouldn’t” He looked down, his hair flowing a part in the breeze. Butters looked at him a bit confused but was surprised to see Kenny like this. “Kenny? whatcha mean?, Ken looked up at him, his eyes glistening as if he was about to cry.

“I-I’m so sorry, Leo, I didn’t want you to hurt, I was stupid and it’s all my fault” he felt a bit panicked before Butters put his hands on Kenny’s shoulders causing him to look “What is wrong ken?”  Butters looked straight at Kenny, a worried expression wore his face. “Y-... your eye..” he looked down as Butter’s put a hand over it gently and felt his eyes tear up seeing Kenny in this state. “I’m so sorry Leo, I’m sorry..im sorry-” he continued apolgising before the smaller blonde pulled Kenny into a hug, the boy in the parka was a bit stiff but grew into the hug and held onto leo. “I’ts alright Ken, I forgive you, really, please don’t feel bad over this”  Butters kept onto him as he heard Kenny sniffing from his tears. “You sure?,..but why.” he sounded almost scared but Butters pulled back and gave Kenny an innocent smile “Of course you didn’t mean it. And what are friends for?” Kenny smiled and wiped his eyes before chuckeling at leo “You’re so cheesy”

hnnnn that was alot, I hope it’s ok, I’m not good at fics >v<

[fluffyzuffy]

GIRL THEres

[fagdykefriendship]

in other oikawa thoughts he’s got the gayest hand gestures i have ever seen. because he’s gay

[itachismilf]

soo idk how tumbrl works but ig this post can work

i’m looking for some read-worthy fanficstions of itachi. either modern au or like based on canon story

id gladly take your recommendations.