#fucking. every show was good. every show was perfect

[hitomisuzuya]

stepcest, DNI if it makes you uncomfortable, please. scaramouche x fem!reader. smut. biting. blowjob. cunnilingus. riding. creampie. consensual recorded masturbation. squirting. degradation. praise. breeding kink. mix of harsh dom! scara and soft dom! scara.

oml the poll was so so close. i plan to write both. this is long and kinda a mess, ngl 😭😳

this week, having a lost a bet during a video game, you would be serving as scaramouche's sex slave. his personal fuck toy to cum inside and use whenever he pleased. not like you weren't already, but this added a degree of dominance over you that scaramouche particularly enjoys.

he also knew showing dominance over you sexually was relaxing to you. he more than knew that you are going to enjoy yourself as much as he is.

monday

once the moms left for a week long business trip, he put you on your back on his bed, naked with your legs spread. he held your wrists above your head and played with your pussy until you squirmed from the harsh throbbing in your clit.

your body is twitching as your sensitive walls clenched around nothing. "please," you moaned shakily, bucking your hips up to grind your puffy pussy on his fingers, "i can't take it anymore. i need your fingers, scara," he'd been working your pussy over in a way that made you lose all sense of time, building your orgasm up agonizingly slow. your hole clenched with the need for his fingers to be fucking inside of you.

"do you really think you are in a position to make demands?" scaramouche delivered a wet smack to your clit. your legs trembled as you cried out, shards of white hot pleasure practically piercing your core. "remember your place this week, slut," he hissed.

his cock got harder from the sheer rush of denying you the pleasure of cumming on his fingers. letting go of your wrists, scaramouche sat up and took out his phone. "be a good girl and touch yourself while you beg like a whore for your stepbrother's fingers."

your cheeks flushed hearing domineering tone in his voice. bringing the perfect view of you spreading your legs wider on his phone screen, he pressed record. he licked his lips watching you part your folds, your creamy cunt on display for him.

he stroked and fisted his cock watching you tease and rub your clit. "cry about how badly you want me to make you cum," he groaned, taking care to hold his phone steady to capture your little fingers pumping in and out of your pussy. he knew your small fingers were barely long enough to reach your sweet spot.

"i..i can't make myself cum," you whimpered, your clit throbbing as you pinched and rubbed it. your other hand drifts up to pinch your nipples for extra stimulation. "please, help me. i need your help to cum."

scaramouche's cock emptied itself onto your chest and stomach. on the nights he absolutely couldn't have you, this recording was going to serve him well.

tuesday

yesterday had been all about denying you. today however, was different. scaramouche wasn't going to stop until he had you cumming hard on his tongue as it lapped and sucked hungrily on your pussy. multiple times. he needed to taste how good he is tongue fucking you.

"more," you sobbed after cumming on his tongue a second time. or at least you thought it was your second time. scaramouche sucked an orgasm out of you so strong that it made you squirt. he dearly loved the embarrassed flush on your cheeks. "please, please more," you moaned, hiccuping softly.

you were so drunk on his tongue that you were senseless.

"shh, it's okay, kitten. i'll take care of you," he groaned as you desperately grind your pussy on his tongue. "just keep crying for me just like that," he held your cunt against his mouth, his tongue lapping every sensitive crevice. he focused sucks on your clit, holding you still as you squirm and mewl and pleasure.

wednesday

scaramouche threw his head back, unable to swallow his moans. you look so breathtaking bouncing on his cock, your pussy sucking him in as your thighs smacked against his. he folded his hands over your bouncing breasts, tweeking and rolling your nipples between the pads of his fingers. "bounce on my fucking cock like the slut you are. don't you dare look away from me," he commanded, taking one hand off your breast to grope and smack your ass.

you cried out as his cock head bullied relentlessly into your sweet spot, your thighs burning from the effort. "so..big," you whimpered, your back arching as his length stretched you apart so perfectly it took your breath away. "my stepbrother's cock is so big," your pussy clutched tight around his cock from his harsh degradation, your eyes filled with watery adoration.

"fucking keep talking, whore," you mewl from the sting of his hand on your ass again. "beg for your stepbrother to breed you," his cock throbbed realizing how deep he was fucking up into you, thrusting harshly up into you.

"breed me! breed me! i won't waste a drop of your cum, i promise," you plead pathetically, desperately chasing your high. his hands settle on a bruising grip on your hips, compelled to control your pace and bounce you dumb on his cock.

your cries for him to cum inside you never sounded sweeter.

thursday

your mouth was the definition of sinfully erotic, lips wrapped around his cock and sucking wetly. drool pooled from the corners of your mouth, your warm tongue lapping and curling in worship as he fucked his cock into your oh so pliable throat.

you cough, gagging as he pushed his cock into your throat. it felt like fucking heaven spasming and convulsing. "good girl, choking on my dick like a pro," he stroked his fingers lovingly through your hair, holding your mouth down on his cock as you adjusted your breathing.

any praise from your stepbrother, however degrading made your eyes light up. you muffled a moan on his cock, your sucks turning more eager. scaramouche laughed shakily, using your hair to bob your mouth up and down on his cock. "look at you, soaking up my praise like a needy slut," he hissed, his cock roping salty cum into your mouth. you swallow with his cock still in your mouth like a good girl.

friday and saturday

scaramouche fucked you harsh and unforgiving over the next two days. he is feral, not satisfied until his cum was seeping from your hole as fucked into you from behind. it was almost embarrassing how unholy the squelching sounded. "fuck, i am cumming again," he moans before his cock abruptly emptied inside of you. "be a good slut and let me breed you fuller."

pulling out, he flipped you over onto your back, wasting no time in stuffing your pretty, abused cunt full with his cock again. your moans tinged with sobs as he relentlessly drove his cock home into your sweet spot. pleasure has gone past completely consuming you, having fallen so dumb on his cock that all you could do was moan shamelessly.

scaramouche allowed himself to indulge in a rare treat. he'd just gotten off the phone with his mom, being told something has come up and they needed to stay an extra week. he sank his teeth into your flesh, holding you down while he sucked and bit dark, possessive bruises on your skin. bruises that could take their time healing without the stress of an explanation over the next week or so.

his teeth sucking and biting at your skin made you cum harder, his drool rolling down your neck as the dull, delicious ache of bruises blossom. he wasn't going to stop until his precious, delicate little step sister was all marked up.

sunday

the way scaramouche fucked you was leagues different from how he had all week. you'd been such a good girl for him, submitting to every whim and happily letting him enjoy himself. he knew you were sore and tired. his touches are soft, his lips and tongue soothing your inflamed, heavily bruised skin. he took his time, fucking you nice and slow. his kisses deep and open mouthed, stealing your breath from your lungs.

"do you realize how in love with you i am?" he babbled, slowly stretching you apart. he kissed you softly, gently nipping at your lips. he held you as you shook as his kissed deep into your sweet spot. "my good girl, my sweet girl. being so fucking good for me all week."

you rock your hips up to match his rhythm, clinging to him in the way he always enjoys. he gently stopped the motion of your hips. "let me do all the work, pretty. you just relax and enjoy yourself," you worked so hard pleasing him all week. you more than deserve this.

"p-promise you'll cum inside," you whimpered, relaxing underneath him. you could feel how genuinely he is in love with you while he fucked you. he took great care to pump his cock into your sweet spot slow and steady.

"remember what i said about making demands," he teased, playfully kissing your lips. this week has been all about his pleasure first. now it was about yours. you are going to cum at least twice before he filled you. "what do you say we continue this another week?" he caressed your cheek, stroking his thumb tenderly across it. "i still have plans."

of course you nod, turning your cheek into his hand.

[gugugyuu]

boundaries oneshot 🍓🪼⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

You immediately opened the door the moment it chimed. Beomgyu greeted you with a long kiss. He quickly shut the door without looking then he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close.

Beomgyu giggled as his lips showered your face with soft kisses. It was adorable yet for some reason, you barely managed to smile at the affection he was giving.

You both sat down on the couch, the familiarity of his presence surrounding you. Beomgyu gently lifted your legs, placing them across his lap. His arms stayed around your waist and holding you close as yours wrapped around his shoulders.

His face was so close to yours now that you could feel his warm breath on your skin. You ran your fingers through his hair, gently scratching his scalp. “Mmh, that feels good,” he whispered, eyes fluttering closed.

You met Beomgyu at a random party, night that led to something you never expected. A supposed to be one-night stand turned into fuck buddies.

Beomgyu gave you a spare key to his apartment so you could drop by anytime whether he invited you over or you just wanted to see him-I mean, if you want to fuck him.

It was fun, at first.

Every time you'll leave, Beomgyu has this routine: he'll kiss you inside the apartment, another after he locked the door, and one final long kiss before letting you leave.

You never really ask each other personal questions. The only thing you know about each other are your ages, where you live, and maybe your favorite foods and movies because neither of you wants to cross any boundaries.

Beomgyu had once asked if you were seeing someone. For no clear reason, you got annoyed and snapped, “None of your business.” After that, he never asked anything personal again.

Now, you find yourself wishing he’d ask about you. Wanting him to know the real you because deep down, you’ve always known this wasn’t something you truly wanted to be a part of in the first place. You’ve always believed you were meant to love someone.

Beomgyu suddenly moved on top of you, kissing you again, his knee pressing between your legs, brushing against your thighs it's making you shiver. His hands gently held yours as he whispered against your lips, “I need you so bad right now." biting your lower lip, pulling it gently.

He helped you remove your shirt. He couldn’t help but lick and bite his lips hard after witnessing your boobs bounce when he removed your bra like an expert.

You were used to these moments. The way he made you feel desired, the way his touches set your body on fire.

Everything felt different now and you realized that whatever you and Beomgyu are doing, it's slowly eating you alive. You had been doing this for months, and it was beginning to mess with your head in ways you didn’t realize.

Beomgyu seemed to show no interest in what else was going on in your world outside of these stolen moments. Yet, somehow, it was affecting your own relationships.

You tried dating other people, but every time you did, you couldn’t shake the feeling of being unfaithful. It was as if your heart was already claimed, and someone you want refuses to acknowledge it.

Beomgyu pressed his lips against yours, his breath shaky as he moved in and out of you, fucking in missionary.

"Beomgyu I-”

“Hold it,” he moaned in your ear, the wet sounds of your movements driving you both closer to the edge.

You shook your head, weakly trying to push him away as the pressure built inside you, but he held you down, speeding up as he chased his own release.

Seeing the panic and bliss on your face was enough for him to break, groaning loudly as he cummed inside you.

He slid out and collapsed onto the bed beside you. You turned to face him, grabbing a blanket to cover half of your overly happy face.

"I was really about to cry.", you giggled.

Beomgyu also turned to face you, panting heavily, smirking proudly at what you just said. “I know," he said as he stroke your hair. "You’re so perfect.”

You wanted to squeeze him, hug him, and kiss him.

“If I ever have a girlfriend, I want her to be exactly like you,” he said, still catching his breath.

You froze, unable to believe the words that left his mouth.

You forced a weak smile, faking a yawn before slowly turning around, feeling the pain building inside your chest.

You stood up, nearly tripping as your legs felt weak and sore.

“He-hey,” Beomgyu called out.

You slowly closed the bathroom door, turning on the faucet.

“You good?” Beomgyu asked, knocking on the door, his voice filled with confusion and worry after seeing you nearly stumble while rushing out.

“Yeah! Just need to use the bathroom!” you replied, loud enough for him to hear over the sound of the running water.

Tears streamed down your face as his words echoed in your mind.

What a fucking asshole.

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[merakiui]

MERA... MERA.. I JUST read the "can't leave until you have sex" Halloween trio thoughts.... and... oh wow. oh Fellow

"lie back and let his flattery work wonders on you / please don’t be difficult and please be impressed and please genuinely cum and please tell him it felt good / don’t ask to kiss / don’t say a word when he’s sloppy and salivating all over you" OUGHHHH I'M ON MY KNEES MERA THIS IS SO... OUGH....

He's so pathetic mister Honest I need you carnally right now. Badly. He's so frustratingly pathetically sexy.... I'm shaking I keep rereading that paragraph because he's so !!!

(the way you portray him Mera you big brained amazing spectacular writer. Thank you. I hope we get more of your thoughts about him...!)

>:) hehehe thank you for enjoying my portrayal in that post!!! I love Fellow a lot, so there will definitely be plenty more thoughts about him in the future. He plays a significant role as supporting cast in Halloweenie and it's my shameless excuse to practice writing him, so there is lots of Fellow to be had in that story. He's the perfect amount of smarmy wet cat that you can love and want to shake in equal measure. <3 100% "frustratingly pathetically sexy" as you wrote!

When his special move is quite literally running away when he can no longer tolerate or go against the trouble, it sealed my affections for him. He's so loserboy.... all of the Halloween trio are in their own silly ways. orz he's so shameless when he's pushing praise after praise,,, it's a little funny that he and Rollo are so outwardly fake like that. Fellow "platitudes make me wanna puke" Honest and Rollo "he treats me in such a friendly way with nary an inkling to the thoughts in my mind" Flamme,,, versus Skully who means every sweet thing he says LOL.

But in my mind he won't outright admit to his lack of experience. He'll just dress it up a bit,,, something something he learns as he goes, he's a natural, you'll see! But then he fucks like a guy who's just bought his first onahole and can't wait to use it. >_< there's a certain charm in Fellow who is more worked up than you are, who is panting like he's in heat, and pathetically rutting into you with a half-hard dick after he's cum too many times for him to seem like the sex god he hoped to show you. T_T still fucking you even though he can't cum anymore and maybe you haven't even cum yet....... the most pathetic, but he'll make an effort for you. I like to think he tries his very best to impress you with these things,,,, trying to make up for his inexperience with his silver tongue, but also he's really bad at using that tongue if it isn't to compliment you or dirty talk you. ;;;;

I have way too many thoughts about him... someone sedate me....... orz

[gothicallybright]

FAVORITE PLAYER ★

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chappell is the star player of your school's basketball team. you hate her deeply because of her self-centered attitude. and that's exactly why she likes you. soon, she becomes your favorite player. enemies to lovers, in other words.

w: masturbation, public intimacy (all in all, smut)

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𓆩♡𓆪 A/N 𓆩♡𓆪

insanely proud at this since this was a requested scenario. i had so much fun writing this it's unreal. also, chappell is tall in this bcs her short ass is NOT drilling basketball. oh, and one more thing. some of you people really don't know how to read so i'm going to say it once again. men, boys whatever, stay the fuck away from my page. 𓆩♡𓆪

The gymnasium is packed with students cheering on the home team. Chappell, number 26, is leading the court, shooting three-pointers and scoring points. On the sidelines, you, the media manager, is hurriedly following all the other players with your camera, trying to take the perfect shot for the school's blog.

The game continues, the score close, and the tension in the gymnasium is palpable. The fans are on the edge of their seats, cheering every basket. Both of the teams are giving their all for this game, after all it's a qualifying round. Your camera was pressed to your face the whole time, so much that you didn't even notice Chappell stumbling towards you backwards after landing wrong on her feet following an attempt to score. She collided with you so hard you nearly dropped your precious camera.

''Hey!'' You shout, your voice boiling with anger. You paid money for this camera!

In response to your shout, Chappell holds up her middle finger at you, a cocky grin on her face. Your fist clenches with anger. You hate that arrogant bitch! She's the star player of the team, and she definitely knows it. Her arrogant demeanor and constant gloating about her basketball skills had driven you insane. You couldn't stand how Chappell would constantly flaunt her skills on the court, taunting her opponents and strutting around like she owned this stupid place. The tensions between you two keeps increasing as time passes on. You hate her, and she knows that.

The game was paused for halftime, and the players retreated to their respective benches. You took the opportunity to review the photos you had taken of the game. As you scrolled through the images on the camera, you couldn't help but notice that most of them featured Chappell. Whether it was her making a shot or celebrating after scoring a basket, Chappell was the center of most of your shots. Seriously? Ugh! How did she manage to get into all of your shots!? The photos captured Chappell's attire vividly. She was wearing her team jersey, number 26 prominently displayed on her back. The jersey was fitted, emphasizing her toned arms and muscular build. Her shorts were the team's standard red, and they fell just above her knees, showing off her muscular legs.

Oh, and of course! How could you forget! She wasn't even wearing a ponytail or anything like that! Apparently, she's ''too good'' to follow the rules, in her own words. Her reddish hair was tousled and wild, some of the strands were sticking to her forehead, evidence of the intense game she was playing.

You continued to scroll through the pictures, and one of the pictures caught your eye. The picture captured Chappell in a moment of triumph, holding the ball high above her head after scoring a basket. The shot was perfect, framing her muscular arm, which was taut and flexed due to the motion of the throw.

As you looked at the picture, you couldn't help but notice how powerful and athletic Chappell looked. The veins in her arm were prominent, evidence of her intense workout routine. You found yourself staring at the photo for several seconds, admiring the sheer strength that Chappell exuded.

You quickly snapped out of your trance, realizing that you had been staring at the photo for far too long. "What am I doing?" You muttered to yourself as you put the camera down on the table. You knew if Chappell had caught you staring at the photo, you would never hear the end of it. Chappell was infamous for her arrogance and tendency to boast. She would definitely tease you endlessly if she knew you had been admiring her physique.

The sound of the referee's whistle pierced through the air, signaling that the break was over, and the game was resuming. The players immediately snapped back into action, heading back onto the court. You quickly stood up and grabbed your camera, your thoughts still lingering on the picture of Chappell's muscular arm. You shook your head, trying to dislodge the image from your mind before refocusing on filming the game.

The game was reaching its climax, and the tension in the gymnasium was wild. The score was even, and all eyes were on Chappell as she held the ball in her hands. If she made this last shot, her team would win the game. Everyone was holding their breath, waiting to see if she would make the shot or miss it and lose the game for her team. You gripped your camera, your fingers trembling as you focused the lens on Chappell, trying to capture every moment of the crucial play. Chappell dribbled the ball, her eyes scanning the court, searching for an opening. She was known for her quick decision-making and sharp instincts on the court.

The clock was ticking down, and the opposing team was closing in on her. You, surprisingly, held your breath, your camera pointed at Chappell, ready to capture the moment of truth. Suddenly, Chappell made her move, darting past the defenders and launching the ball towards the hoop.

The ball hit the net with a satisfying swish, and the whole gymnasium erupted in a roar of applause and cheers. Chappell's teammates rushed onto the court, congratulating her and ruffling her hair in celebration. The fans in the bleachers rose to their feet, clapping and stomping their feet, the excitement and tension of the game being released in a wave of applause. You found yourself also clapping, it was your school's team after all, and you couldn't lie to yourself that Chappell was the real reason the team won.

The opposing team was visibly dejected as they slowly made their way to their bench. They knew they had given their all during the game, but in the end, Chappell's shot had proven to be the game-winning play. Their faces were a mix of disappointment and exhaustion, their uniforms stained with sweat from the intense game. A few of them had tears in their eyes, their hearts heavy with the crushing loss.

As Chappell made her way back to her bench, she couldn’t resist the opportunity to taunt the opposing team.

She walked past them with a swagger in her step and shouted, ''Maybe you shouldn’t have let me score that last shot, huh?'' You watched from your table, rolling your eyes at her behavior again. The other team's captain, clearly frustrated and riled up by Chappell's taunting, shot to her feet in a defiant manner. She clenched her fists and took a few steps towards Chappell, her eyes blazing with anger.

''Shut the fuck up already!'' she growled, her voice filled with annoyance. Chappell's smirk widened as she turned to face the opposing team's captain. She stood tall, her arms crossed and her expression condescending.

''Aw, did I hit a nerve? Can't handle a little bit of friendly banter, captain?'' Chappell drawled, her voice dripping with insolence.

The opposing team's captain was held back by her teammates, preventing her from launching herself at Chappell and landing a punch. Chappell watched with a smirk, knowing full well that she was the school's favorite now.

''Oh, come on! Can't even take a harmless jab?'' Chappell teased, her confidence and arrogance on full display.

''Fuck you… FUCK YOU CHAPPELL ROAN!'' The teammates held back the captain, escorting her out of the gymnasium as she kept shouting at Chappell.

Chappell looked around in pride, her gaze landed on you. You were holding your camera, the lens pointed directly towards her. A wide grin spread across Chappell's face as she realized that you might have captured the entire interaction between her and the opposing team's captain. She jogged towards you, a smile plastered on her face.

"Hey! Did you get that on camera?'' She asked, her voice full of confidence. You looked up at Chappell and nodded. "Yeah, I got it," you replied, voice steady despite the closeness of Chappell. "The whole thing." Chappell's smirk widened into a cocky grin as she heard your response. She leaned a little closer to you, her eyes fixed on the camera.

"Can I see it?" she asked, her voice laced with a touch of demand. For some reason you agreed. You seemed to have forgotten that you hate her with your whole body and soul. ''Yeah, sure.'' You nodded and Chappell leaned in, bending down to reach the level of your camera, her head almost resting on your shoulder as you flipped through the photos, searching for the one she wanted to see. You frantically flipped through the photos, trying to find the shot you took earlier. You could literally feel her confidence went over the roof as she saw how many photos you took of her. You tried to remain focused on finding the picture, but Chappell's closeness to you flustered you. It seemed like every time you flipped a picture and it was a picture of her, she would lean closer into you.

You finally found the picture. The shot perfectly captured her flexing her arm, veins prominent, with the opposing team’s captain lunging towards her. Chappell let out a low whistle as she looked at the photo. ''Damn, that’s a good shot. I look badass. Could you post that on the blog?'' You paused for a moment, considering the request. It wasn’t your part of the job but the principal's to choose which picture you would post, however Chappell’s charm made it difficult to say no. ''Sure… I guess I could.'' You replied, setting the camera down on the nearby table.

Chappell’s face lit up with satisfaction, her ego inflated further. ''Great! Thanks a lot. You’ll make sure to tag me, right?'' She winked at you after the last sentence and went to reunite with her team who was still celebrating on the benches. You found yourself blushing after the unexpected gesture, taking your camera with you and leaving the gymnasium.

You talked with the principal and he gave you a green light for the pictures and you were set to go home and make the post on the school's blog page. You drove home, your mind filled with thoughts about the game and the photos you had taken. As you pulled into the driveway, you couldn’t shake off the image of Chappell’s smug grin as she had leaned in to look at the photos on your camera. It was a side of Chappell you had witnessed countless times, but today it seemed different. Sure, she was annoying, but there was a new feeling that found its way towards you. You didn't know what it was exactly, that feeling, but you liked it.

You liked it so much that you locked your bedroom door and slid off your pajama pants. Spreading your legs on your bed, your hand ran up your inner thigh. You felt yourself getting wet already. You closed your eyes and pictured none other than Chappell, remembering her pretty face. You imagined her walking up to you and pulling you close, her strong arms wrapping around you as she looked into your eyes with desire. Her hands would caress your back, slowly moving down to your bottom. You could almost feel the heat of her touch on your skin. You began touching yourself more insistently as you pictured her kissing you passionately, her tongue caressing yours and her hands roaming your body.

You imagined her unbuttoning her shirt as she lowered you to your bed, her body pinning you down as she kissed a trail down your neck to your heaving chest. Even though you hate her with a burning passion, you want her so bad. She was everything you ever imagined in someone. You quickened your pace, moaning softly. You thought about Chappell, you two lying in bed together, tangled up in each other's arms as she kissed you with intense desire. You could feel her breath on your skin, her soft hair brushing your face. You pictured her hands caressing your stomach and hips, driving you over the edge. Your fingers worked fast as you climaxed, trembling with ecstasy. You let out a sigh of relief, your arms falling flat to your sides.

You don't remember falling asleep, but you remember waking up without your pajama pants. You were grateful your mother didn't enter the room to wake you up. You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes and slowly got up, putting your pants back on and going into the bathroom to do your usual morning routine. After you finished, you posted the photos to the school's official blog page and packed your bags for another school day. Waiting for your quick morning coffee to brew you found yourself scrolling through Chappell's Instagram page. You were not surprised at the fact that all the photos were just of her, either flexing her arms or practicing hoops. Damn, she looks good and she knows that.

You arrived at school, your camera bag slung over your shoulder. The hallway was filled with students and teachers making their way towards their upcoming class. As you made your way through the corridors, you could hear snippets of conversations about the game from the previous day, Chappell’s name often mentioned with awe and respect. You smiled to yourself, the blog you made surely caught everyone's eye.

You were busy organizing your belongings in your locker when you heard a familiar voice behind you.

“Hey there, photographer.” Chappell’s voice carried a hint of smugness, as she leaned against the lockers.

You closed your locker and turned around to face Chappell, trying to ignore the slight butterflies in your stomach that you started to feel around the new basketball star. ''Hey…'' You replied back. Sure, you were taken aback by the fact that she's actually talking to you, considering you two had a dislike for each other. Chappell had a cocky grin on her face, looking you up and down, her gaze lingering for a moment before speaking.

''You free after school today?'' Her voice was causal yet so confident.

You tried to keep your emotions in check, but on the inside you felt a flutter of excitement. Chappell, the most popular girl in school, is asking you out? You managed to keep a neutral expression on your face and nodded in response. ''Yeah, I'm free.'' Chappell's grin widened as you agreed to her request. She pushed herself away from the lockers and stood up straight, her confidence radiating off her. ''Perfect. Meet you outside after school.''

You nodded, your heart racing with excitement. Chappell smiled at you, satisfied with your response. ''See you there, then.'' She said with a wink and walked off down the hallway, leaving you standing, internally panicking.

You found yourself counting down the minutes until school ended, your mind preoccupied with thoughts of Chappell and the meeting after school. The day seemed to pass by in a blur of classes and hallway conversations. Every time the bell rang, signaling the end of a period, you felt a small rush of anxiety as you neared your ''date'' with Chappell.

With the final bell of the day ringing, you felt your heart pounding in your chest as you packed up your belongings and left the classroom.

You made your way out of the building and spotted Chappell leaning against the wall near the gym entrance. You made eye contact and Chappell smiled, pushing herself off the wall and walked up to you. ''Hey. Ready to have some fun?'' You nodded and before you know it, you're in the passanger seat of her car, admiring her hands as she drove to a local pub.

You arrived and Chappell parked the car in the pub's lot and turned off the engine. She glanced over at you, a hint of anticipation in her eyes. ''We're here!'' She announced before getting out of the car and surprisingly opened the car door for you.

You enter the pub and both find a place to sit. You order a humble glass of juice and Chappell orders a cold beer. The contrast is apparent. Chappell raises an eyebrow as the server leaves to fill your orders. "Just a juice, huh?" She teases, a smirk playing on her lips. You shrugged, a small flush of redness spreading across your cheeks at Chappell's teasing remark. ''I'm not a big drinker…'' You replied nervously, fearing that she'll like you less because of that. ''Ah! Thought so. A pretty girl like you shouldn't get into that stuff.''

What? She just called you pretty? No way. Your eyes widen at the sudden flirt, making you blush even more. ''Aw. Look at you! All red and stuff. So cute!'' She mocked you and you laughed, hitting her arm playfully. ''Shut up! You're such a playboy, oh my god!'' ''Playboy? Ha! I don't think so.''

The tension was broken by the server delivering your orders. Chappell takes a long sip of her beer while you gingerly sip your juice, your eyes watching Chappell with a mixture of nerves and curiosity. She lowered her beer with a satisfied sigh, putting it down on the table. She smirks at you. Oh no. It's coming. A teasing comment.

''Your drink looks like something I'd give to my little cousin.'' She snickers and you roll your eyes with a sigh, hitting her again. ''Asshole!''

As the night wore on, Chappell and you were getting lost in conversation, talking about everything from school gossip to favorite movies. The pub had gotten much quieter as people were starting to leave, but neither of you noticed, fully engrossed in each other’s company. During one particularly funny story that Chappell was telling, you couldn’t help but burst into a fit of laughter. The tears streaming down your face made your mascara run, leaving dark smudges under your eyes.

You got up, laughing as you and Chappell headed into the bathroom to fix your makeup. Chappell leaned against the wall, watching as you fumbled for your makeup bag, trying to fix your ruined mascara. Your gaze was fixated on her reflection in the mirror, looking at her and her toned arms. You finished fixing your mascara, and you set it down on the sink. Something took over you then. You turned around and walked up to Chappell. She looked down at you, a curious smile on her face. ''W-…'' She didn't even get to finish the sentence as you pulled her into a fierce kiss, leaning against her body as you pushed yourself into her. She was surprised at the sudden move, but quickly caught on and returned the kiss, seeming even more eager than you are. Her arms wrapped around your waist, the strength of her grip indicated that she's been waiting for this for a long time.

You tried to be the dominant one, but Chappell lifted you up, walking into a stall. She locked the door behind you and pressed you up against the wall, leaning into your body as your tongues danced. Her hands roamed your body and her grip on you was starting to become stronger with each second. Her kisses moved down from your lips to your neck, leaving red marks on it that you'll have to cover up later with makeup. She was holding you so tight as if she was trying to brand you as hers. Exactly what you wanted. You had the star basketball player wrapped around your finger.

You ran your fingers through her hair, pulling her closer as her lips moved lower, kissing their way down to your hips. She unbuttoned your pants, sliding them down along with your underwear. Chappell knelt down, her lips brushing against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs as she looked up at you with such desire in her eyes. You gasped as her warm breath tickled your most sensitive area, your heart racing. She took you into her mouth, her tongue circling around you as she brought you closer and closer to the edge. Your moaning was so loud you prayed that no one enters the bathroom now. Your hands tightened in her hair, your breathing becoming ragged as waves of pleasure washed over you. Your legs began to tremble as you neared your climax, your mascara ruined once again by a rain of tears you let out due to the pleasure you were feeling. With a final flick of her tongue, you cried out in ecstasy as your body shuddered with release.

As you caught your breath, Chappell stood up, pressing her body against yours once more. She kissed you deeply, making you taste yourself. You rested your head against her shoulder, coming down from your high and collecting your thoughts. You just lost your virginity to the most popular girl in your school. You left the bathroom stall and fixed your mascara again with Chappell hugging you from behind, looking at your reflection in the mirror.

You walked out of the pub, hand in hand as she drove you home. You shared a goodnight kiss and parted your ways.

You thought things like this only happen in movies and you only read about enemies to lovers online. Now you experienced it and you couldn't be more happier as you wore her jersey and cheered from the bleachers, looking proudly at your girlfriend drilling the opposing team. She was always your favorite player, indeed.

[corvidares]

breaking down arcane's s2 intro

this intro sequence is so damn good - i spotted new symbolic details every episode. so here's a post about everything i noticed!

spoiler warning for the whole show!

everyone featured in this intro is dressed very plainly, in white underclothes, showing how much this sequence is about where people are at emotionally, a commentary on vulnerability. this is a big theme this season. even the setting is plain, highlighting only the characters in a way that feels like a mental landscape.

immediately, we see vi wiping away her face tattoo as if its shallow ink, naturally showing how she betrays her own values and personhood in (briefly) becoming an enforcer, helping caitlyn gas the fucking undercity, and hunt down her sister.

i saw a post that pointed this out, so i cant take credit for it; ekko standing there forms shadows that mimic the hands on a clock, foreshadowing his time travel powers.

viktor is almost entirely obscured in an oversized cloak, reaching to pick up a mask and contemplate it. his entire personhood is murky, in question. hes about to don an identity much larger than himself. that being fantasy jesus the herald of course. the mask will be him taking on that role, as well as eventually putting it on to suppress his humanity entirely, even in a literal sense when he changes forms.

next we get embessa, sitting regally, surrounded by fallen petals and holding a black rose in her hand, examining it. this reflects her history with the black rose, the conflict - her son and the council member die for it, and countless others im sure. but shes still got her predatory gaze fixed on it. a slash of light goes through her - perhaps symbolizing a break in the family legacy, between their past and present. mel will be taking over and changing things, changing the family's relationship with magic.

caitlyn psyches herself up, then hesitantly steps out past a curtain into a lit space, tilting her chin up after a moment in a show of bravado. clearly showing her "stepping onto the stage" and into her role of new power; both under embessa and in the wake of her mother's legacy as a councilmember.

jayce squints in the face of a floodlight, bringing up his hand to block out. the light is the arcane, and he blocks it out in his refusal to let it take over the world with viktor's perfect evolution.

embessa crushes the rose in her hand, but curiously, her eyes glow. perhaps showing that her being with whoever mel's other parent is, the magical one, is her introducing magic to the family?

then we cut to mel, who again has that slash of light going down the exact center of her face. shadowy hands reach out to her, and her expression if one of apprehension. she closes her eyes as they close in. the slash is back representing this divide, this change, and most importantly her decision regarding this change. she hasnt made it yet, and despite all signs pointing to her needing to, she closes her eyes to the bigger picture, her mothers influence and agents creep in, nearly overtaking her. the black rose does literally capture and almost kill her.

jinx waves her flag, and we see her shadows multiply behind her. she has unwittingly started a revolution with her image, people are inspired by it and use it to push for change. we zoom into her expression and its uncertain, and yet full of wonder. she is reconciling with what shes created, this revolution in her name.

we cut to vi's face, hardened in determination, and then to her and caitlyn facing off. theyre intimately close, and yet they crash into each other just a moment later, obviously showing theyre conflicting ideals this season literally breaking them up. this is in direct relation with the previous shot of jinx, because it comes down to her and caitlyn doing anything she can to hunt her down.

caitlyn is now alone, breathing heavily, and her fingers around her face form a shadow of a clawed crown. shes wearing it now, but her leadership is a violent one. she peers up through her fingers, towards the light. perhaps realizing what shes done?

ekko runs forward and then rewinds time. time travel. not much else to say here LMAO

we go back to the same shot of mel from before, but now she opens her eyes and roars, the shadows immediately being driven away. she is stepping up, taking charge of her own destiny, influences be damned. next shes sitting on the same couch her mom was earlier, picking up that same black rose with intrigue. she is finally learning what it is, how it relates to her family and herself. picking up gently where her mother refused to.

we see, jayce again, but now from his own perspective, raising up his hand to the bright light, which then cuts to viktor about to don the mask. cut again to jayce, from behind, still squinting into that light. he is the last one to stand against viktor's glorious revolution, to save his last dreggs of humanity.

all that, in just over a minute.. so fucking good. not to mention the various frames that change from episode to episode, which arent really visible unless you slow down the footage, but hint to various happenings.

[ickytreats]

If you're looking for Dad ideas:

Lil sis wants to learn how to suck cock, big sis is ready to teach, they're trying to figure out where to find someone to practice on when dad comes home.

Dad has been getting wound up while mom's on a business trip, looses control while cuddling on the couch.

Father son bonding time, they go on a camping/fishing trip. Poor boy is getting too horny every night, so Daddy helps out and shows him another way to bond

(And don't worry if none of these spark your inspiration. I won't take offence 😁)

- 😖 (or did I pick 🥴)

One order of Dad teaching his daughters!

Dad had been trying to get out of movie night too tired and horny to deal with the girls. Yet he found himself between them one girl under each arm while watching one of those silly movies they like.

He couldn't help but let his mind wander. Both of his girls were beautiful, he'd heard their small moans when he would be up at night. They would touch themselves when they thought no one would hear. He shouldn't admit how hard it made him, how hard he got now just thinking about it. Until the youngest daughter points it out Dad your pants look…tight. As his bulge is on display, he goes to try and fix himself and make an excuse but his oldest speaks first. Little sis! Dad is the perfect guy to teach us!

Both girls brighten up quickly, putting their hands on his chest. Both begging, bouncing on their knees while giggling please Dad! Teach us how to suck cock! He swears his cock has never been harder. He has to teach his little girls right? Nothing bad there. Watches as they both excitedly move to the floor. Big sis already pulling at his belt. They both sit there in awe, he is much bigger than their toy.

Dad pets their hair with a smile, telling them it’s okay. They can play with it in their hands and watch as they start to pump it. Dad explains softly between moans what they need to do as they look up at him with eager eyes. Little Sis is the first one to make a move, kissing the tip of his cock. The sight is so wrong but so pretty! His youngest trying to fit his cock in her mouth.

Pulls off panting and messy did I do a good job, Dad? Praise her telling her she did amazing for the first time, big sis is quick to replace her. He grabbed her hair while throwing his head back, she knew more than little sis. Both take turns as Dad guides them by the hair and moans. Once he feels like he is close he can't help but start to face fuck the youngest. Hearing her gag and choke Dad I wanna try that! The oldest says with a whine wanting her turn.

So wrong but so right as he switches between daughters. Once he's close he has both of them pump his cock, tongues out with eager faces. Cums all over his daughter's faces as they giggle and lick up as much as they can. He's never came that hard even for their mother. Looks down at them panting, their messy faces. Thank you, Dad! The oldest says Dad…could you maybe teach us…other things?…the youngest says looking at him with those eyes. He was fucked, but as long as their mother doesn't find out he'd gladly keep teaching his little girls.

Thanks for the idea Anon! 🩷Dad brain rot is real with me. I haven't gotten any of those emojis only 🥂 and 🩰. But for now, I'll have you as 😖 unless you want something different.

[misses-steal-ya-girl]

10. What is the hottest thing someone has ever done with you in bed?

Growing up, I always had a crush on my uncle's best friend Travis. He was about 15 years older than me. When I was 17, I went to a party and when I got there it ended up being Travis's house. I was there w a few friends, and as the night got later and the party started to dwindle down, I asked Travis if I could crash on his couch. I felt uncomfortable getting in a car w my friends who had been drinking. After everyone left, I noticed it was just him n I. I asked him if he lived alone or if he had a roommate or girlfriend. When he told me he lived alone and wasn't seeing anyone, my pussy started to throb. I asked him if he wanted to take a few shots w me and play Truth ot Dare. He was hesitant at first, but quickly said yes after I "pretty pleased" him. It started off innocent and fun, but then I turned it spicy. He picked dare, and I dared him to take a body shot off of me. The next round, I picked truth. He asked me why I wanted him to do a body shot off of me. So I told him how I've crushed on him for years. He was actually really surprised. This went on for 30 minutes or so with the truth and dares getting spicier and spicier. One of our last dares i dared him to pull his dick out of his jeans, come over to me, tongue kiss me, gently finger me w one hand and rub his dick with the other. He unzipped his pants, pulled out his already hard dick, walked over to me, kneeled on the floor in front of me (i was sitting in a chair), softly grabbed my chin and pulled my face up to his, whispered "are you sure about this", I licked his lips, spread my legs and said "I'm more than sure, feel what you do to me".

He kissed me softly and slowly, first inserting one finger into me and in-between kisses stopping to say, "Oh my god, fuck this is so incredibly hot. Your little moans are driving me wild. Is it okay if I put another finger in you?" I spread my legs a little wider and whispered "please".

This man started to finger my pussy like nothing I had experienced before. He gave me my first orgasm by fingers. After my orgasm, his hand was covered in my cum. He pulled his fingers out of me and started to jack his dick with my juices. As he came in for more kisses he asked, "would you like to watch me cum?"

I actually did want to watch him cum, but my mind immediately went to - let him fuck you. You are 17, he is 33. He's going to be the best you've ever had. So, I told him, "no, I don't want to watch you cum, I want to feel you cum,"

This man picked me up, carried me to his room, slipped my dress and bra off, and laid me softly on his bed. He kissed and licked all over my naked body saying, "fuck, you are perfect, are you sure you want me to be inside you and without protection?"

I looked up and said, "please put yourself inside of me, just be gentle. You're bigger than anyone I've ever been with."

When he said, "Oh sweet heart, I have no intention on being rough with you. I'm a grown man. I'm going to show you what real sex should be like." And I melted.

He made sure to kiss every part of my body and when he put his dick in me, he did it so softly. Not going too hard or deep until I was ready for it. He kept saying, "fuck, oh my god, I never imagined you'd feel this good."

I went to rub my clit while he was moving in and out of me, but he told me, no. Just wait a few minutes and he'll make cum without any clitoral stimulation. And omg- he sure the fuck did. He would pull his dick almost all the way out of me and slowly thrust it back in, but he did it with force. This drove me wild. And when I came all over his dick it was the hardest I've ever came before. It made my whole body jerk.

I was so surprised with how long he was lasting, too. I was used 18-20 year old guys who lasted 5-7 minutes. This man was going for what seemed hours! I now know (since I'm older) he was edging himself with my pussy. When he would get close to cumming, he would pull out and tell me how perfect my pussy is. The last time he pulled out of me, he asked me if I was sure I wanted him to cum in me. He reassured me it was okay and there's plenty of other places for him to cum. I looked up at him and said, "please let me feel you. I want it all. Give it all to me." He shoved his cock in me harder than he had the whole night. His rhythm was now faster and harder. His breathing was heavier and moans louder. He kept saying things like, "fuck yea, take this dick. That's right you sexy little princess, fuck me back. Now rub your pretty little clit. Tighten your pretty pussy around my cock. Show me you want this cum." He was coaxing on what to do to give him his ultimate orgasm. That was the first time anyone had ever done that with me. And oh-my-fucking-God. With the words that he was saying to me and knowing he was about to cum, made me cum again.

[hvrtbroken]

he relaxes immediately when she says the word , reminding them both of it . of its existence . of how she can use it at anytime and it'll be HIM AGAIN , covering her in kisses , attention , adoration . the nico he really is - not this hungry beast he becomes when he gets to see her naked and make her orgasm . nico carefully captures the way she shivers , the way her skin is erupted with goosebumps . the way it makes her nipples look even harder , begging for his mouth , hands , fingers . . everything . nico is fighting every temptation within himself . he has to bite hard into the inside of his cheek as she silently steps out of her underwear . she's beautiful with clothes on , but when she's naked she looks ripe , like fruit , begging for him to take a bite . he almost wants to pinch himself because this is too good to be true . in the small confined space of the elevator , he can see everything . the lights are bright and warm , casting onto her skin and making her look like heaven .

his eyes carefully and slowly move down her body . he sees her mound , the perfect v , leading right to where he desires most , where he could spend all night , if he wanted to . his cock hardens further in his pants , silently demanding . nico chews harder on the inside of his cheek , fingers twitching by his side , wanting to touch her . to warm her up . but that other sadistic part of him needs to keep this going . " are you wet already ? " he asks , even though he knows the question . nico leans back against the elevator , with an air of laziness almost . a patient man , even though he is anything but . " show me . " he wants to ply her with soothing words , comfort, love . he will . he knows he will . but not yet . . . he's teetering them to the edge still . it's something new . something he didn't even know he wanted to do . nico wants to know when she'll beg . when she'll plead for more . his brain can't stop thinking about it . nico's eyes skim over her thigh , the inside of it as she spins , the way he can see a long sticky line from it , showing just how wet she is . " bend over . " he breathes out , the words flushing out of him with a suddenness . " and hold yourself open . let me see you , baby . " the pet name comes out quickly . not something he normally uses except for instances just like this .

as she spins , his eyes half close , lids heavy from how good she looks . how perfect she is . how obedient and good . she moves her arms , hugging herself , and nico lets out a noise of displeasure . he gives one shake of his head , indicating for her to put her arms back down . he doesn't know if she'll do it . he's not sure . he's taking steps here that he didn't know he could . nico wants to groan . fuck . he swears internally , to stop the word from leaving his mouth , because she's staring at him with those eyes . THOSE EYES . if nothing else , those eyes and the perfect innocence they give him , will ruin him . will make him break . will make him kiss her over and over , nod profusely and say yes god yes , you're so good , you're so perfect , you're beautiful , you're everything . i'm yours , star . nico exhales shakily , and instead nods once . " like that . " he confirms , instead of the usual praise he'd give her . his eyes think of her ass shown flush to him just moments ago , begging to be spanked , held , rubbed , fingers massaging over the fleshy part . " now what should i do with you ? " HE KNOWS , THOUGH . OF COURSE . he'd had it in his mind ever since star said she needed him right now . there is something driving him insane about her naked , him fully clothed .

'you'll do anything i tell you to.' and that's just the truth to it all. star really would do anything nico told her to. it's been that way since they started having sex, and she's just gotten worse over time — felt herself slip further and further into submission for him. found comfort in how he makes her bend ( and sometimes break ), how safe it is when he takes control, how nice it is for him to do all the thinking for her. she nods at his question, feels her chest swell with affection between the rushing in her ears. appreciates the moment of tenderness from him, fills her with a kind of reassurance. "vermouth," she whispers their word under her breath, eyes wide, feels the heaviness of it as it leaves her lips. she hasn't had to use it yet, but there have been almosts. maybe a handful of times, but never necessary ultimately. ( still, she appreciates the out, that it's there if she needs it. )

his eyes consume her, skimming over her skin, has her feeling even more naked than she actually is. it's like he can see into her soul, into her heart. it makes sense, since he resides there, settled comfortably into the deepest parts of her. the sound of his voice makes her shiver, like a shock that branches out into her limbs at his instruction. star doesn't waste time either, is careful as she pushes her underwear down, keeps her balance as she pushes them past her heels and lets it join the heap that's her dress. looks up at him expectantly once it's off. she can't ignore the slick that's been building between her thighs anymore when she's fully bare now. it smears into her skin, makes itself known to her, feels her lips all swollen and ready for him, knows it probably is flushed pink for him to see. is suddenly far too aware that desperation is quickly sinking into her, almost as quickly as anything else.

her eyes are dark and blown wide. she forgets their setting, lets everything else slip away, all in favour of nico. the way his gaze rakes over her is addictive, shoots heat straight through her, settling just below her belly button. wants to chase the sensation over and over because of how good it makes her feel. her brain is foggy, but she computes his request, and barely nods before following through. she spins, nice and slow, chest rising up and down quick. wants only to please him, to hear him say sweet praises. as she turns away, she hugs her body instinctively. half from the cold and half from his piercing stare. feels herself squeeze around nothing, already begging from the emptiness. but she doesn't complain. not yet. once byeol makes the full turn, she stops dutifully. looks at nico wide-eyed and expectant, searching his eyes for the reaction she wants. notes his expression, blinking up in reverence. can't help her question, just wants to hear him. "like that?"

[inkybinkyboink]

what the fuck do i do now

[danandfuckingjonlmao]

a good animated show must have at least 4 of the following:

- gay

- existentialism/nihilism

- morally grey lead characters

- horrendously depressing themes/messages

- psychedelic weird shit that highlights the absurdity of life

i don’t make the rules (i do make the rules pls recommend me shows—i’ll put the ones i’ve watched in the tags, feel free to add any you think of)

[the-mpreg-guy]

#literally i don't know how to make people understand that anger is actually....not a familiar emotion for dean for much of his life#he isn't one to get angry. he doesn't lash out. he's not quick to anger.#for most of his life he was playing PEACEKEEPER in his household between two hotheads#sam and john are the ones characterized early on by their tempers. not dean.#it's only really in the later seasons and esp post-MOC that we see dean express anger more#and it's usually in response to Intense Grief or being driven to a breaking point#or having his boundaries repeatedly ignored / disrespected#or some other trauma that keeps compounding in the horror show that is his life#like by that point it's like. i think he's a little entitled to his anger#and his anger is understandable#but it's still not his Normal response#it's a sign that something is Wrong#anger is foreign to him for so long#he grew up as the caretaker. as the gentle one. the quiet one. the one that Seemed to just be obeying and going along with john#when really he was maintaining the peace. not rocking the boat. keeping john placated.#anyways. i often take issue with takes that act like dean 'becomes the angry man in the house'#and that in the later seasons especially he is 'becoming john'#like i'm sorry just no.#dean may have these insecurities but as audience members we know more and better#dean's trends with kids is predominantly that he's GOOD with them#a few bad moments convince him otherwise. but not me!#as if every good parent has always been perfect. never raised their voice at their kid (esp if they were doing something dangerous)#never said the wrong thing. never gotten frustrated or reacted imperfectly?#like there's just no such perfect parent and plenty of GOOD parents fuck up at one point or another#those mistakes don't suddenly cas them as BAD and EVIL and ABUSIVE#but anyways.#dean and kids#dean is a good parent agenda#spn meta#mymeta

prev tags via @angelsdean

6x02 - Two and a Half Men

it's been in my drafts for a while i still don't know how to explain my thoughts. MY POINT. this scene says it's unusual for dean to yell at ben. like ben is shaken by it, and dean is very aware he crossed a line. which implies that for the whole year, even tho dean was depressed and drunk and all, he still wasn't acting like john. later in the ep when he goes "acting like a prison guard" and "lately" bc!!! he wasn't like that!!! FOR A WHOLE YEAR. AT A LOW POINT. s6 dean was capable of being a good father actually and then he gets convinced/convinced himself that he wasn't and could never be because in his blood he's a killer. i'm going to walk in the ocean.

[fujii-draws]

OKAY! Chatot rant in tags below! Read at your own discretion.

[t4tails]

this just feels like a pretty horrible systemic issue that any so called empathetic protagonist worth her salts would address and fight against but similar to how racism against nympths is never criticized in any meaningful way, she doesnt care and actually uses it to benefit her.

this doesnt make me like persephone. it makes me hate her and everybody else in this fucking story

[luck-of-the-drawings]

two wrongs WILL make a right! ive got another lease on life, and im using it well, who cares if this is all fucked up cause we're all GOING TO HELL! IM JUST WILLIAM WHO SHOULD BE DEAD, HAD TO FOLLOW THE THREAD, thought he was just chillin! now he is a villain! HES ALWAYS SUCH A BUMMER, HE WANTS TO TRUST HIS BROTHER WILLIAM IN A HALLWAY BY HIMSEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

strangling my past self How Did You Write Reasonably Sized Fics So Easily

[seaweedstarshine]

Haters call eleven straight Doctor because he’s attracted to older women, when his type is clearly just morally questionable people who look middle-aged (he calls Churchill “dear,” don’t forget. he never calls Amy or Clara that. Churchill is in the same category as River and the TARDIS).