#shhhh it's angled weird i know

[transingthoseformers]

Oh wow Prowl went straight for the body slam and Ravage went flying

Okay that's dedication to the bit

[missyblogs]

Because I am On a Ball and it is Rolling, I want to make an additional love offering bc there are like 3 things in the x reader tags and my fellow Sportaskissers deserve more ( I see you, I love you, you are not weird or alone <;;3 ). I present to you:

Sportacus with a chronically suffering and/or disabled significant other

based on my reading of the character from just four episodes from season one, some offhanded comments from the cast, and a little projection on my part so shhhh -Sportacus will never think less of you for not having the strength/ not feeling well enough to exercise. Some days are just a no bones day and he totally gets it ( even if he rarely if ever experiences them himself, thanks elf genes > . > ) He will gently stretch you out if you've been lying in the same spot for too long though ( you wouldn't BELIEVE how quickly legs can cramp... but he does! ) or help you move to avoid bedsores if you need that. Part of what he loves about you is your perseverance in spite of the hand you've been dealt and helping the body he loves so much stay as healthy as possible is as good as any pilates session. You don't need to kill yourself with cardio to make him love you. -Tea, tea and more tea ( and maybe some soup ). Can't keep down your Sportscandy? Catch him boiling all kinds of herbs to settle your gut, keep you hydrated, and get *some* semblance of nutrition in there. Because it's gonna be unsweetened you'll be drinking a lot of white/decaf. Also the man will hunt down your favorite variety at all cost <3 -Do you take an inhaler? do you need to do it upside down to get the meds where they need to go? ( looking at you Sumatriptan nasal spray ), the man will personally lift you and hold you up on the ceiling hook so you can angle your head right for the delivery if you don't have the body strength to hold yourself there

-If you need to lie down somewhere dark and cold to make your pain go away, he'll make sure there's a room just for you. He will check in on you every so often to make sure you're doing all right though, just cause the crystal isn't beeping doesn't mean his favorite person doesn't need some kinda help and he wants to be the first to know when he can! -No standing? no problem! in at least one draft of the official backstory Sportacus built that bad boy himself so if your wheelchair using s/i lives with him or makes regular visits to the airship, he will build a lift in just for you. After all it's your home too!

- If you are having a bad mental health night, it genuinely does not matter whether it's 8:08 or 3 am. Though he may like his sleep, Sportacus will be THERE for you because he wants you to be safe and there is no other person he'd rather stay up for. He knows he can't make you stable or take your trauma away but if his company makes you feel even the slightest bit better it is all worthwhile to him. You two can nap together later <3 - Need a hand? If you need help remembering or administering your medication, your very own hero is to the rescue! No more pricking fingers or navigating stubborn syringes if you don't have the dexterity for it. Sportacus understands the importance of giving your body the tools it needs to help you be your best you. He'll help you keep track of meds, set reminders to take them, and help you with whatever you need to get them into your body!

Above all, regardless of what you feel like or what your body does or doesn't do Sportacus chose you for you, you are not a runner up, you're not a consolation prize, and there is not an ounce of pity in his body when he thinks of you. You are beautiful to him just the way you are, remember that.

[theflyingzinniaumbrella]

Me posting my Ikemen Villains OC? More likely than you think! Asides from that, I’ll introduce the gals!

• The first one with the bright sky teal blue hair is Cecilia, she have the Curse of the Mad Hatter. I’m still working on how her Curse works but all you need to know is that she is a kooky girl who’s quite a troublemaker and a constant rule breaker, Cecilia always been eccentric. Since she got her Curse, it makes her much worse and she speaks in a very weird matter. Cecilia’s age is likely in her early twenties.

She is in a romantic relationship with William Rex, the only gal who can unnerve him.

• The second one with the purple hair is Bernadette, she have the Curse of the March Hare. I think hers is gonna be similar to Cecilia’s. Unlike Cecilia, Bernadette isn’t letting the Curse completely take over. More like she is somehow keeping at bay. Bernadette is a bit more logical and could be more seen as a know-it-all however she have some wits. She is around Cecilia’s age.

Bernadette is not in any romantic relationship with anyone and likely won’t be in one.

• The third one who have the pink hair is Ethel, she have the Curse of Jack from Jack and the Beanstalk. Her Curse allows her to “shrink” and “grow” at any angle like an optical illusion. Ethel is quite a mysterious lady and perhaps some danger to her in terms of personality. She won’t hesitate to do any action at situations that calls for it but sometimes you could get hit or jabbed by her at random or she feels you need one. Ethel’s Curse have her to be a spy for Crown. Ethel is likely around 23 years old.

Ethel is in a romantic friendship relationship with Kate, that is what you need to know. :)

• The last one is my newest girlie, her name is Freya. Her Curse is the four animals from Town Musicians of Bremen which causes her to transform into the four specific animals which is a donkey, a cat, a dog, and a rooster. Freya works in Vogel and is from Germany. Freya is too serious for her own good, she can be awkward about things. She’s a bit weirded out about her super strength. If you can overlook that, she is quite a sweetheart. Freya needs to believe in herself more. Her age is 20.

Freya is in a romantic relationship with Nica Schwartz (which I know his route isn’t out yet but hgh can’t help it shhhh)

Annnnnd that’s all of my Ikemen Villains OCs, I hope I can show them more! I hope!

Enjoy!!

[unadulterated-syd]

a/n —

+ i wrote this for myself bc i just got my license and it really stressed me out.. so its very ooc but i don't want ANY comments about it being ooc bc it was MY outlet.

+ again this is for me so he did in fact say bubs, plus im american so im SORRY theres no cool slang in there my british impression is awful and im not trying

+ lastly i didn't edit this so shhhh,, im tagging normal people if u dont want tags that im unsure of pls just ignore this im in an era plus reader refers to them as boyfriends just read it diff if you want its okay theyre forbidden gay or not

» [rocky horror -> billy cobb] «

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staying up late, i should go to sleep.

wandering the halls was not unusual to you, practically an everynight occurence by now. being a prefect, they let you get away with it.

having practically been adopted by minevera and poppy— they understood your trouble with sleeping. they understood why, and they understood aimless walking helped.

they'd always stood in and gave a good word, dumbledore couldn't have been bothered to punish you anywho. some nights you'd even wonder drunkly, mumbling to yourself as you let students slip passed you without punishment.

you had a name to uphold— but you far from respected or supported your family. one of blood supremacy and hypocricy, unfortunately the children of families like yours were forced to adult more than those of age.

you were just like that, so much weight on your shoulders that you far from bothered to let your thoughts hurt you. you'd become responsible for ignoring them.

similarly, you'd become familiar with sirius black through this similar ideaology. familiar. you were far from 'friends', though people with similar stories, two who found comfort in one another from afar.

this led you to be familiar with all the marauders, though you'd far from a mustered a word to any of them— they knew you were on their team, when needed. at any word you'd betray your dreaded house.

i should go to sleep, its tuesday but i can't stop— thinking of your skin

there was one exception to your marauders rule, you had spoken to one. more than spoken, you'd held dear on many occasions. whom cared to much fot everyone around him.

you'd been practically forced to a gryffindor party— sirius had insisted on you recieving an invitation, though he was not the messenger.

he'd begged regulus to offer you the invite, even though he hadn't invited his younger brother. eventually, regulus gave in. you felt obligated to go, with how much trouble he went through to get you there, how could you refuse?

however, no one seemed interested in you being there. weird looks from many angles, strange glances your way. with the exception of one individual.

james fleamont potter.

james had practically thrown himself at you, a million questions filling the air before you could even shake his hand. regardless, you answered every question, and he listened to every answer.

when he'd realized you came alone— he vowed to spend the night by your side. introducing you here and there, inviting you to random drinking games.

and at some point something had clicked in the both of you.

you could hardly remember, but it was spin the bottle— or perhaps seven minutes in heaven? it didn't matter what game it was, you just remember you'd kissed and sparks flew.

you were both so drunk you didn't know if james remembered anything either, you just remember him. they way he smelled, the way he smiled at everthing you said, the way he looked at you.

he treated you like the world revolved around you, he was the earth circling around you. but it only lasted that night, because when he'd found you the next day he'd lost the courage to speak to you.

you still had your reputation— more than half the school still saw you as an enemy. you were a cruel and feelingless person to them. so how could james fleamont potter ever justify you wanting to be with him?

i've been known to be a hopeless, no good, nobody. and they're right.

you could sense why he didn't come back, though you'd assigned a much different explaination than he.

you were a bad look on his reputation, an outstanding quidditch player. an outstanding gryffindor, brave and caring. the real question was never why would you want to be with him, but rather why could he want to be with you.

not that it mattered anymore.

you knew you were a hopeless case— sirius had changed, he'd fix his side and found a way out. but you hadn't, and likely you never would.

you had no friends, you spent no time partying, with the exception of sirius' one invitation. you were a nobody. scary to anyone who hadn't heard sirius' tales of you, worthless to anyone in your own house.

you somehow rubbed everyone around you the wrong way— a bloodtraitor to your family, a blood supremesist to people whom you wanted to defend, not enough to all your slytherin peers.

it made sense that he never came back. he must've been ashamed to some extent, he was so much more than you'd ever be.

i know your eyes can see right through me. but believe me, it's my pleasure.

tonight went differently for you, your restlessness brought you near the gryffindor tower.

deep down something within you begged for you to sneak your way in and find james. but your mind would never let you, there was no chance you'd ever have the bravery to do so.

in all ways, you knew even if you had he'd understand too much. he knew your every feeling, even if you kept it hidden.

after one night of gestures you knew he was your perfect second half, he knew you more than you knew yourself. and oddly enough, you returned that.

you knew he drained himself, he was too compassionate for his own good. you knew he could never love you publically because no one knew you.

no one knew your parents hated you, no one knew it was because you'd defended muggleborn peers, no one knew you had plans of running away.

no one knew you'd never get that mark, that you'd never defend it's honor. but he did, and that's why you both stood at a crossroads.

he had a reputation too.

one that no one saw through, everyone believed they knew him. he could do no wrong, and too anyone you two were polar opposites. but too eachother you were practically the same.

you cared too much, just like him. you drained yourself with worry, and he knew how much it'd taken you to get over the fact you'd never be the perfect kid.

you'd never be what your parents wanted, you'd never be cherished like him. unless it was by him.

and something inside you found it comforting, the idea for once you couldn't lie. because he'd never fall for it.

he was the same as you, and he knew you didn't need fixing. you weren't broken, and neither was he. flawed, possibly. and that was the most comforting thing about him.

he didn't need to work for you, and you didn't need to work for him.

i miss the sea, i miss it's sandy beaches, salty breeze. and it reminds me of you.

because it's so sweet, you're so sweet, you're so sweet.

knocking on your head, you'd come to the conclusion you needed to leave. find your way back to your room, and move on.

in a way you felt hollow for having a heart, as if your brain could only be seen as brilliant if your heart stayed cold. because your heart led you to a common room of people who hated you— whilst your brain begged you to forget and regret.

but once again he showed how similar you two were. as if he'd known you'd he at there, he appeared at the portrait. he looked sleepless, suprised that you were there, yet also as if he'd been expecting you.

"y/n?"

he looked like a painting to you, groggily rubbing his eyes, voice the same as always. trying to illude to the idea he'd been sleeping— though you saw right through him.

"james.."

"what're you doing here?" he stepped out, closing the painting behind him.

you took a deep breath, weighing your head and your heart— as if it mattered. he saw right through you, even if you lied right to his face.

"did you need something..?"

"you."

his eyes widened only slightly, he knew why you were there but the clarity was almost frightening. he couldn't lie to himself anymore, because you'd come clean to his face.

"i know i disappeared im sorry, i know you've got a reputation, i know.. i just—" you sighed, fumbling with your words, "nobody knows me like you james, and all it took was a day for you to see me. i mean.. i missed you. us? its cheesey i know but.."

"one moment."

you watched him disappear into the common room, leaving you with your thoughts. your head was spinning, there were butterflies hitting every wall of your stomach, had it been too much for him? had you read him wrong?

he came out a moment later, a jacket wrapped around his shoulders, wand in hand. he stood with a second coat in his other hand, one which he held out to you.

you took it, pulling it on— even if you didn't know his plans, then he held his now free hand out, you took it.

"how about a walk?" he gave you a smile, pulling you along.

you two indulged in a comfortable silence, you just enjoyed holding his hand. even if you weren't sure it'd happen again.

i dont care how you want me to live my life, as long as i'm in yours.

he didn't lead you anywhere in particular, leaving you the silence you needed to grow the courage to open up.

and eventually it worked.

"i'm sorry i came so late, i didn't think you'd even catch me."

"i wasn't sleeping anyway, you can always show up." he looked at you again, raising a brow, "what's wrong, bubs?"

you could feel his thumb rub over your knuckles, it felt endearing. the way he acted, the way he treated you, it was as if the two of you had been dating an eternity. however, you'd never even started dating.

i know how whiney i sound right now, but i can't help myself.

"i think—" you sighed, stopping in your spot, leading him to do the same. you could feel his eyes on you, he couldn't read you anymore, and it scared him. "i think i really like you, james."

"i mean like.. like boyfriends? like i want to get out of my house, finally befriend sirius.. i mean not be whatever the hell everyone thinks i am— i want to be whatever you want i just want to be with you."

he looked at you hesitantly for a moment— he wasn't pondering whether he wanted to be with you or not, rather trying to decide how to proceed.

"i've been waiting to hear that." he turned fully to face you, "but, i like you too. this way, you don't have to be different. just what you want to be."

i know your eyes can see right through me.

james tags -> @nyxxxxxxxx , @innerloverpainter , @carlgrimesslover , @nutellani , @angry-little-frog @loving-and-dreaming

marauders tags -> @withastrangerheart

do NOT critize this one i will CRY.

also the song is rocky horror by billy cobb,, its not every1s cup of tea but i <3 it

[aturnoftheearth]

the problem with most bad tv shows is that i end up loving them sooooo much that i get genuinely defensive about them. which is why discovering shows that are bad that i actually think are bad is such a treasure. i’m having a blast

[mrvlbimbo]

IM BEGGING FOR EDDIE FUCKING READERS BRAINS OUT AND THEN TAKING CARE OF HER WHEN SHES IN SUBSPACE

One More?

soft dom Eddie, slight cockwarming, overstimulation, some begging I think, praise, aftercare but the aftercare is fucking again

After five orgasms in somewhat rapid succession, asking for a sixth was a tall order. Not that Eddie Munson cared, because he’s a greedy bastard. “Cmon one more baby, I know you got it in you.”

“Eddie I can’t. I can’t.” her voice was breathless and desperate as she bounced slowly on of his lap. His hands were gliding her slick warmth over him, doing most of the work since her legs were practically jello at this point.

“Shhhh. Last one I promise, can you do this for me sweet girl?” he asked sweetly, knowing there was no way she could resist him like this. If he asked nicely she would sit there on his cock all pretty like til the end of time.

“Mmmmm,” she moaned, not a coherent thought in her blissed out brain as he gave a particularly rough thrust and she neared her sixth orgasm.

“Does that feel good princess?” he asked cockily, already knowing the answer fully well based on the way she was erratically clenching around him, her legs shaking with exertion and pleasure.

“Oh! Eddie.” she lurched forward, falling into his arms and moving him inside her at a weird angle.

“Good girl. So good for me," he praised, his arms wrapping around her and hands rubbing circles against the skin of her lower back.

He slipped out, not missing the way their combined fluids seeped out of her puffy hole in a milky stream. He had half the mind to take his long fingers and put it back where it belonged. But he knew she was already sore from continued stimulation and she needed to be taken care of first and foremost.

He rolled over and stepped out of bed, lifting her into his arms. he soothed a hand over her forehead when she whined indignantly . “Sssshhhh it’s ok. I gotcha." He kissed that same spot on her head, causing her to let out a weak giggle and wrap her arms around him in turn.

“Edddiee. Eddie. Eddie,” she whined and whispered over and over again like his name was the only word she knew.

Her eyes held a fucked out haziness, they fluttered open and closed as she struggled to stay coherent. He held her in his arms as he ran a bath, pouring in her favorite scented bubble bath.

She sobbed weakly when he set her in the tub, reaching out aimlessly for his arms that were no longer around her. He quickly slipped into the tub behind her and wrapped her in his arms again.

"I love you so much baby," he murmured against her neck, soothing the irritated skin with soft kisses as she relaxed into his arms.

"Mmhm." She leaned back, trying to get as close as possible. Not that they could physically get any closer, but she was going to try.

"Not gonna say it back?" he pouted, halting his kissing. His hands leaisurly ghosted across her skin, squeezing her tits and coming down to glide over her fucked out pussy.

This prompted a broken whine to fall from her lips. "I love you." Her hips stuttered forward to chase the friction of his fingers against her overstimulated clit.

With his other hand he gripped her jaw, tilting her face back so he could slip his tongue into her mouth. "You're so pretty. So perfect for me."

"AAaah. Eddie." She squirmed around weakly, writhing on his fingers and moaning because it wasn't enough.

Hearing her pleas loud and clear, Eddie replaced his fingers with his cock, slowly easing the inches into her sensitive cunt. "That's right. Gonna keep my cock nice n warm? Can you do that for me babygirl?"

He didn't move, instead staying still inside of her just to keep her filled and satiated so she could relax. "Mhm," she muttered peacefully, leaning her head back on his shoulder and shutting her eyes.

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[tinydeskwriter]

i’d die for a good morning cuddle w jack, all fluffy hair and warm sheets and some sexy morning voice ;)

WARNING: It’s fluffy

5AM CUDDLES

By some miracle Y/n had woken up earlier than Jack that morning.

It wasn't that she was lazy or didn't like to get up early on the daily, but simply that Jack, her boyfriend of over a year, was one of those truly annoying people that genuinely enjoyed to start his day early. He was even in a good mood—which Y/n initially regarded with suspicion, as clearly a person who wakes up at 5 am everyday in a good mood can only be a psychopath—and followed a morning routine of exercises with enviable rigor —normally she was still in bed reading her emails and waiting for the moment he came back from the gym, just to watch him in the shower, and sometimes join him, after all, they were all about saving the planet—.

But this particular morning was one of those rare mornings when she woke up and he was still asleep. Their room was lit only with morning light, a warm orange hue that failed to make her want to get out of bed.

She stretched a little before snuggling back into her covers—plural, for as they learned early on in their relationship, Jack was the pillow hoarder, and Y/n the blanket thief, which worked perfectly for them, because usually she just slept using him as a body pillow—. She had her chin on his back and took the moment to look at her boyfriend.

Jack had always had a beautiful body, but she wouldn't complain about the work he'd been doing with the personal trainer, his back had all those worked muscles and angles that showed up even when he was sleeping. His fair skin was dotted with copper colored freckles, Y/n's favorite constellation, she traced some of the freckles with her fingers, feeling his skin prickling. His face was hidden in the pillows, his curly chocolate brown hair was the absolute bird's nest.

He shifted a little, his face appearing in her field of vision.

Gosh, how handsome this man is.

Not only was he handsome, charismatic, and articulate, but he was genuinely good. Jack made her feel things she had never felt before, and he treated her like no man had ever treated her before.

Sometimes she couldn't believe how lucky she was to be dating Jack.

“You're staring.” Y/n was startled to hear the voice hoarse from sleep and muffled by the pillow.

Jack still had his eyes closed.

“How do you know if you still have your eyes closed?” She asked, a slight smile forming on her lips.

“I got used to weird people staring at me.” He said with a half smile, eyes still closed, making fun of the woman, Y/n immediately gave Jack's boxer covered butt a light pinch. “Stop being aggressive woman.”

“Take it back.” She said with a smile, nudging him in the waist with a leg tangled up between his. “Jackman, I swear to God, I’ll bite you.”

With a quick movement, which Y/n doesn't even know how it happened, she was trapped between Jack's arms, his heavy leg thrown over hers, and his head nestled in the crook of her neck.

He tucked her against her body. “Let's cuddle.”

She let out a giggle being scolded by her boyfriend.

“But Jack…” She tried to protest, but already completely comfortable being the little spoon

“Shhhh…Let's just get some more sleep.” He said. “After last night I'm skipping cardio today.”

[giacomettislament]

not quite sure how the reqs work, but maybe lilia/rook/trey with a corruption kink and a pretty innocent, sweet s/o (dacryphilia if thats something youre comfortable with!)

walking woman i

“i need to see that heart.”

trey. rook. lilia. 

content warning(s): explicit content, dubcon

—He’s a good guy. He really is. That’s what you like to tell yourself when Trey looms over you, appearing more possessed than he does rational, enraptured with the tears that streak down your face in guilty streams. Both of you have never seen each other like this. You, disheveled and unsure of everything around you, and Trey, callous and cruel for once in his life.

He wipes at your tears with a thumb, and the mocking smile on his face tells you everything. “Shhhh… Sugar plum, why are you crying? Are you scared? It’s just me. There’s nothing to be scared of.”

Just him? That was who you were afraid of. Everything about this was scary, new, foreign, and here he was, lapping up every flicker of shame in your face as if he couldn’t get enough of your embarrassment. You were so naïve, to trust him this wholeheartedly, and now, he was ripping you apart piece by piece.

His hands fall to your knees, slowly prying them apart. You hiccup to yourself. Your core flares with heat, but your brain screams otherwise. But when his fingers start to trace around your drooling sex, teasing your sensitive parts, and devouring every moment of your fall from grace, you can’t bring yourself to push him away.

“You’ll be okay,” he whispers. “I’m going to take good care of you. All you need to do is relax. I know everything is scary right now, but if you’re good, I promise that everything will make sense eventually. You want to make me feel good too, right?”

You hate how childish you feel with him cooing at you like this. But you only nod, unable to spit out any words to push him away. Maybe this is your punishment for your cowardice, your ignorance, and what else can you do other than to repent?

“That’s my sweetheart,” Trey laughs darkly. “So pure… So sweet… I can’t wait to break you.”

—”Mon amour, don’t look away.”

Your core burns, but you don’t hate it. It feels good—it feels so good—to be pinned underneath Rook while he ravishes you. As much as pleasure shreds your body, you can’t help but feel less like a partner and more like a toy for Rook to play with. He kisses your face and smoothes down your body, murmuring to himself about how beautiful and untainted you were.

“Oui… Oui, just like that, mon ange,” he grunts out. Your tight hole pulses and squeezes around him, milking his thick dick. His cock feels like it’s ramming against your stomach, and you swallow back another wave of tears. It feels so weird, like your body is being split in two, but you can’t seem to get enough.

You’ve never felt like this before. You never knew your body was capable of doing this, of taking someone’s cock in such a lewd way, of feeling so much lust for someone who was doing this to you.

The heat that pools in your gut begs for more of Rook’s cock, for your virginal hole to spread apart and stretched out by his girthy member. Great Seven, it feels weird but so good, and you want more, more, more until you could barely think and succumb to this newfound sin.

“Enjoying yourself, are we? Now you know what pleasure truly feels like… Ah, that innocence of yours is such a treat! And to think I was the one to steal it from you,” the huntsman breathes. “You’re the same as me now… A creature of toil and lowliness, a fallen angel to bless my body…”

He thrusts upwards into you, hitting you at a new angle. The electric pleasure that forces its way through you nearly makes you scream, and your toes curl into the sheets as you writhe to no avail under his heavy body. He chuckles to himself, holding you even closer to his chest.

“I’m going to take you again and again, mon amour. I’ll rid that body of yours from any purity it has, until you can barely even face yourself…”

—Your voice catches in your throat when Lilia pumps his fingers in and out of you, and he hums in a satisfied tone when you throw your head back and squeal out for him. Your vision had already started going blurry around the edges a long time ago, and with Lilia forcing orgasm after orgasm out of you with nothing but his fingers alone, your body felt numb and limp. Lilia draws his fingers from you, and you grunt at how empty you feel without him stuffing himself into you in some way.

“How does it feel? Look at you,” Lilia sighs. He sounds like he’s pitying you, and he laps at his fingers seductively. “I wonder what everyone at Night Raven College would think if they saw you like this. The pure, shining beacon of happiness, with their legs spread like this? Or even better, if they saw me fucking you out on my fingers. They’d be scandalized at how dirty you are, wouldn’t they?”

You whimpered, hating yourself for the way your walls twist at the thought. Just thinking about all your friends, all the people who looked up to you and respect you, watching you as you’d cum shamelessly all over the fae’s hands. What would become of your respectability then? Your purity? Your radiance?

The fae who snatched it from you giggled happily. His fingers tiptoed up your legs, tracing your sensitive skin and observing the way your chest rose and fall as you came back down from your blown-out high back to earth where Lilia was waiting.

“You like that, don’t you? I’ll make sure to invite everyone next time,” he mocks cruelly. “Or even better! I’ll fuck you in the middle of one of your classes. I’ll fuck you out on my cock, stuff that hole of yours with my cum, and leave you there for everyone to stare at you. That’d be fun!”

You shake your head weakly, unable to muster up your voice. Lilia smiles at you gently, and he squeezes your hips. He presses his cold lips to your forehead, shushing you quietly.

“Don’t be dishonest with me. I know what you like, more than you’re willing to admit. Why cling to your pride now? I’ve tainted you. I’ve tainted you with these very hands,” he whispers, cradling you as if he would a newborn animal. “It’ll only be a matter of time until everyone else knows too.”

x

[papermonkeyism]

I made a model for myself of the weird tall guys. Or at least one of them. Because fancy frills are the best, but man are they hard to draw and keep consistent!

(the face portion isn't quite as great, and it's slightly different angle than the frill but shhhh! You know nothing. The frill is perfect.)

[limitlessgojo]

Too Much to Handle

Type: One-Shot (Completed)

Warnings: NSFW !!! , Explicit Content

Tags: Orgasm Denial, Smut, Slight Angst, Hurt/ Comfort, Fluff, BDSM, Edging, Crying, Creampie, Pwp

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: Noritoshi edges you every single night for 5 days. But edging you repeatedly, may not have been the best idea.

You currently have a very pleasant sex life with Noritoshi, your beloved boyfriend. Everything was in place. Trust, mood, and of course, safe words.

Adzuki (red beans) to stop. Matcha to slow down. Simple as that and usually nothing went wrong in the bedroom. You were on birth control pills, which made it so much easier for the both of you.

"Hey, how do you feel about orgasm denial?" Noritoshi asks you one night. You've been curious about it, knowing that you have good stamina and a solid track record of being patient.

"Sounds okay," You shrugged. You've done all sorts of things with him already in bed, and so far you've loved every single one. "Why not?"

Oh you were going to eat those words of yours.

You both agreed to edging you and only you for 4 days, while Noritoshi got to come over your body at the end of every session. He loves seeing you covered in him. Smelling like him.

You enjoyed it at first, loving it when he pumps his cum over your lips. Then you suck the head of his cock into your mouth, taking in as much cum as you can. His soft groans and praises make you light up.

He carefully thrusts two fingers into you, pumping in and out while he presses a vibrator against your clit. Removing them everytime you come near climax.

He was able to watch and experiment with your body a lot. Knowing exactly where your sweet spots are, and what makes you cum.

Noritoshi found it simply divine. Hearing you sob and moan his name so beautifully. Begging and promising to do anything in exchange to cum. Your hips lifting and following the vibrator everytime he moves his hands. Pink pussy watery and so wet, but unable to cum. Twitching and fluttering around nothing.

How your mouth waters as you stare at his long fingers.

He gives you consolation from time to time, letting you suck either his fingers or his dick. He also leaves sloppy wet kisses in your inner thigh and against the skin around your clit, making your hips push up.

You fall back against the bed after every session. His cuddles and kisses trying to cover up for the aching feeling down between your legs.

But on the night of the 4th day, you were at your limit. It was actually so frustrating to be edged, only to be stopped. It was difficult to fall asleep after.

You were miserable and horny, but incredibly excited for the next night.

Only for Noritoshi to suggest something else the next day, "Do you think you can try for one more night?" He asked.

You gulped, seeing him look not so secretly pleased. 'He looks like he's really enjoying this. I don't wanna disappoint him.'

"Don't worry, I'll let you come tonight. I just have some ideas in mind, but I wanted it to be a surprise." He smirked.

"Okay. I'll be good for you." You meekly answered. His smile was so warm and loving, you forgot about your needs for a bit, hugging him tight.

"Such a good girl for me darling. I love you."

"I love you too Toshi."

But you were at wits end later that night. Stark naked, with the addition of handcuffs and some ropes to hold you down. Your legs spread far apart, exposing your quivering cunt.

It's been 2 hours of edging. Scratch that, it's been 5 nights. You were close to breaking.

You sobbed for the millionth time that week as Noritoshi kissed your pussy and sat back to pause.

He pressed the vibrator against your clit, watching as your legs shook, only to remove it as you started trembling.

"You can't come yet." He said softly, yet firmly.

"Why not?" You gasped. "I've been so good for you."

Noritoshi's eyebrows raised. "Because I say so." Edging you multiple more times. He was so focused on your body that he failed to see tears streaming down against your temples.

"Toshiii," You were full on sobbing and shaking. "Please let me cum. Adzuki! Adzuki! I can't do this anymore! Adzuki!"

Static white noise.

Noritoshi heard his pulse thunder against his ears upon hearing you use your safe word. Never had you ever used it before. Not even when he tied you up and fucked you over 5 rounds that one night until you were a sobbing drooling mess.

"Nuh-no more!! No! Don't want!" You babbled and shook your head, trying to move away from him.

His heart broke to see you like this.

He dropped everything, undoing your ties and massaging your limp arms, pulling you close as you cried frustratedly into his chest, cuddling and frantically hushing you.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." You were apologising as you shook your head and pushed him away.

No. This was not how it was supposed to go.

"Baby I'm the one who's sorry. Shhhhh, Toshi is here. Okay, I'll stop, I'll make you cum. I promise." He rushed the words out in a hurry.

"I'm sorry," You kept repeating apologies, crying and shaking your head. You didn't seem to hear a word he was saying.

He pressed his lips tenderly into yours and breathed air into your mouth. "Follow my breaths." He commanded.

That tone. He used that voice you could never resist listening to and following. So you slowed down your breathing until you matched his pace. He rubbed slow circles onto your back.

"You're such a good girl. The best, my one and only angel," he softly cooed. You preened, feeling yourself slip further into a subspace. Your head felt so foggy.

"Why are you apologising?" He asked gently as he finally notices your tears and wipes it away.

Your lips started trembling, " buh-Because I cuh-couldn't do it anymore. I'm not *hic* good enough for yuh-you. I wuh-wanted to come but you…. said… hold off longer… can't-" you started breathing heavily again but he kissed you to distract you.

"No, no that's not your fault. That's mine for not taking care of you properly. I pushed you way past your limits. I'm sorry. You are more than enough for me, you know that. Can you forgive Toshi?" He nuzzled into the side of your face.

Deep inside, Noritoshi was actually losing it. Mentally slapping himself for letting you feel this way to the point you had to use a safe word. He never wanted you to feel this way with him.

"But I wuh-want t-to feel good together with you. I can handle maybe 3 days of no cumming, but 5 is too much," You hiccuped.

"Yes, I'm sorry. I know that now. Whatever you want, I'll do for you now. Okay?"

You looked up at him with the biggest eyes ever, his heart clenched. "Anything?"

"Anything. As long as it won't hurt the both of us, I'll do it for you." He promised.

For someone who was so desperate to come, he watched you become shy. But the words that came out weren't, "Make love to me. Cum inside me Toshi." You begged him.

"Okay, if that's what you want." He quickly set to removing his clothes and fixed the bed, making sure you were as comfortable as you could be.

"Like this. I wanna face you. Stay close." You whimpered, holding out two hands.

Missionary position. Noritoshi's and your personal favorite, because of how intimate it is. He pushes your legs far apart, revealing your aching hole.

You were still loose from the stretching he did earlier, but there was a slight burn as he entered you. You welcomed it wholeheartedly.

His cock was inside. His cock was inside of you. Finally!

You teared up again, wanting this for so long.

"Shhhh," he tried to calm you down as you cried some more.

"So happy, you're finally inside of me Toshi," You sniffed.

Distantly, Noritoshi thought he heard something like a tightly coiled string snap. You looked absolutely delectable right now. Pussy a bright red and your face a teary mess.

He was rock hard down there as he started out with deep and shallow thrusts.

"Yes, yes, more, give" You moaned, hooking your legs around his waist to prevent him from pulling all the way out.

"Anything for my angel." Noritoshi sucked on that tender part of skin under your ear.

You felt him glide in and out of you and it was such a relief against your vaginal walls.

You went on like that with him for a while, with Noritoshi stroking your cheek, making sure you felt good as he started to move faster.

But something felt off. "Toshi," You cried.

"What is it baby?" He looked over you in alarm.

"Can't cum. Don't know. Feels weird." Your body wasn't used to it anymore, the sensations feeling familiar but not exactly the same as before.

You felt absolutely horrible, your body was at that knife's edge of tipping into orgasm, but it wouldn't.

"Listen to me okay? Let it happen. Do you trust me? Do you trust your Toshi?"

You looked up into his eyes, and was surprised by their intensity. So dark. His hair, his eyes, his expression. His focus was 120% on you. On making you feel good.

You loved that about Noritoshi. He was incredibly sincere and pure hearted about everything he did. "Yes I trust you. I love you."

"I love you too Angel. Hold on tight." He let you grip onto his shoulders as he held onto your hips and started slamming his hips up and down, driving his cock so deep like it never did before.

He watched as you yelped at a certain angle, and changed his thrusts to hit that soft spot deep inside.

Your arms shot out to grab the sheets beside you as you keened, feeling intense pleasure while Noritoshi hits your G spot repeatedly.

"Please, please," You whined, tears falling past your cheeks, breaths uneven.

"There there now. Toshi is here. You're allowed to cum anytime. I will give it to you." He kissed away your tears and pressed close as he continued to pound into you.

Your breath hitched, feeling him poke against your tummy. "Toshii, I ugh-" you started to lose coherence as you felt a wild spark of heat down below.

"Let go." Noritoshi refused to come before you did, holding off his orgasm despite how your velvety wet insides molded and squeezed him perfectly.

He reached down with one hand to furiously rub your clit, lighting up all the nerves in your body. He used his cursed technique to move faster and faster, hips moving at an unearthly pace.

"Toshiiii-ahhhhn!" You screamed as your body violently convulsed, your pussy creaming around his cock and contracting madly as you finally came. It was the hardest and most intense one that you've ever experienced.

"That's it, my angel, come for me." He praised you as your screams increased in pitch and volume. He held you down as you thrashed about, not wanting you to slip off of him.

You tightened so much that it almost made him cum right away. Almost.

Noritoshi hooked his arms around your legs as he chased off his own orgasm. Skin slapping harshly against skin. He pushed in at a deeper angle.

"Yesyesyes," You moaned despite still reeling from your orgasm high. "Fuck me, fuck yes, more!"

Noritoshi was practically snarling as he continued pummeling into you, finally cumming and stuffing you full. "So tight! You've been so good for me, and look at you. You're perfect baby."

You trembled even harder upon feeling his dick throb and the cum slosh inside of you.

"Are you still coming? You're such a good girl, coming on my cock like this. So pretty." He grinded deeper and continued playing with your clit and nipples, making you twitch as you rode out your second orgasm gently.

You made sounds of choking and gasping which made him slow down. "Is that too much for you? It's okay baby. It's okay."

You tried to reply, but all that came out was a string of incoherent sounds, like a baby's babbling. Noritoshi smiled.

He made you cum 4 more times and stuffed you well past your capacity, feeling his seed seep out of your cunny and run down your ass. Pressing you down against the mattress as he rutted into you as he continued spurting loads inside of you.

You refused to let him pull out even when he grew soft.

"Stay."

And so Noritoshi did, because he promised you anything you wanted.

You sniffed quietly, but he heard it of course. "Baby" He cooed as he held you closer, but you refused to look into his eyes.

"Don't tell me you're still mad?"

You pouted, but shook your head. "I agreed to it. I wanted to be so good for you-"

"You are," he cut you. "You are so good. 5 days as opposed to the original 4 nights. I really was supposed to make you come tonight. And you did so well to make it this far, but I won't push you to do something like this anymore. It's my fault for extending it."

You shut your eyes. "I thought you would be disappointed if I told you I couldn't do it. You looked so excited to try out so much stuff in the bedroom." You bit your lip hard, but he reached out to stop you from doing that.

You sucked on his fingers while he pressed his lips against your forehead. "I won't be disappointed if you tell me no. I need to know the extent of your boundaries, so we can work out what's best for the both of us. Don't think I'd leave you for someone else who could last a week without cumming just because. That's not how I feel. I want to experiment with you and you only. You understand?"

You finally looked up at him and you were shocked to see how worried he was. Eyebrows all scrunched up. A big frown on his face. You kissed him, "I understand."

He pressed in closer. "Good girl. Such a good girl for Toshi. I'm so proud of you."

You let out a sob at that. And he patted your back as you cried off whatever heaviness you had left inside of your chest, emotional baggage now a lot lighter.

"You're right. I was scared you'd leave for someone who could handle you better in bed." You whispered after you finally calmed down.

"Mmm, not gonna happen. Ever. You're stuck with me. Forever."

"Forever sounds nice Toshi."

Author's Notes: When I say that I'm so down bad for Noritoshi, I legit am on Noritoshi brain rot. And me being stuck at home with a lockdown is definitely fueling this XD. I'm supposed to be working on Blood Bound, but I couldn't help but write this because I felt the sudden urge to.

Hope you enjoyed reading! - Mon

[cherryyharryy]

this request went above the character limit so basically the one with 🌸 is the continuation.. my request is basically an angst to fluff where y/n and harry are together the fans know it’s not confirmed but everyone knows they’re together and she’s been getting lots of hate recently and she’s frustrated and upset harry won’t defend her and she’s pestering him why in a fight and he says something along the lines of “ i don’t want people to know i’m with you” meaning he’s scared if he confirms...

don’t from the one ending in confirms .. he’s basically scared if he confirms y/n is his gf the hate will get worse but she takes it to mean he’s embarrassed by her and essentially gives him an ultimatum kinda ( idk a better word than that) of either he sticks up for her and tells them to stop hating on her or she’s breaking up with him bc she can’t be with someone who can’t bother defending her

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Thank you! I liked this idea, but I still feel like I suck at fluff lol. But I hope it’s okay

WC: 1.4K

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The starchy scent of cigarettes replaces the bite of pasta you slip into your mouth. You choke down the food and subtly cover your nose, although it does no good.

“Okay?” Harry squints across the table, the spring air catching on a few curls laced together across his forehead.

You nod, but roll your eyes, angling your head to the man sitting not far enough, with a coffee and ultra lights. His face is hidden by a newspaper when you turn to catch a look, smoke escaping from behind. “I can taste it.”

“Yeah that’s kinda rude.”

You wait a moment before speaking. “Yes. It is.”

When you look again, a plump, hairy arm extends across the table to dig the bud into a tea plate. You let your irritation slip away and continue eating, only to double up on your anger when you hear the flick of a lighter once again.

“I’m gonna ask him to stop.”

“Wait.” Harry catches your hand before you stand up. “We can just go inside.”

“What? No, we shouldn’t have to move because he’s being inconsiderate.”

“We’re outside, love, not much anyone can tell him.”

“I can tell him to stop being an ass.” You push away from the table, but Harry grabs your wrist. 

“Baby, please, just let it go. Don’t start a scene.”

“A scene?” You settle back into your chair. “Are you kidding?”

“What?”

You suck in a breath, regretfully, as it’s filled with smoke. “Do you have any idea how many times you’ve said something like that to me in the past month?”

“I just don’t want you to draw unwanted attention to yourself.” He shrugs and sips his coffee. The tips of his ears are red, he’s clearly uncomfortable, but you’re in no mood to let him off. “Don’t want you to have to deal with it.”

“Is that so?”

He nods, unsure if answering you is what you even want.

“I’ve had to deal with a lot of shit,” you lower your voice and lean over the table, “and no one even knows for sure that we’re dating.”

“Shhhh.” You see his brows dip down below his sunglasses, frowning behind the tinted frames. 

“Oh I’m sorry. Forgot how to act for a minute. Y’know, maybe you should write up a list of rules you want me to follow so I know how to behave.” 

You don’t wait for a reply, successfully leaving the table this time as you march off the patio and towards Harry’s car parked down the block. In an alley. Where the two of you waited until foot traffic died down before going to lunch thirty minutes ago. 

The door’s locked so you lean against it, shuffling your feet so you’re not in the sun, or in sight of any passersby. 

The car beeps before you see Harry round the corner. His head is down until you’re both inside, turning the air on and pulling out onto the street without a word. Until he can’t take it anymore.

“Listen, I know I make things harder, but it’s only for security.”

“Security of what exactly?”

“Us…”

“I’m not sure what security you’re referring to, because I’ve gotten more death threats in the past two weeks than I would have liked.” You roll your head to look at him, but he doesn’t take his eyes off the road. 

“Know that.” He grips the wheel and exhales through clenched teeth. “But it could be worse.”

“I doubt that.” You pull up instagram and scroll through some of the latest comments you’ve gotten, looking for one in particular. Clearing your throat, you recite the message. “I don’t know why you bother with him. It’s sad, how clingy you are and obviously using him. How does it feel to have a dollar sign as a boyfriend? Pathetic. Use that car he gave you to do something useful and run yourself over.”

“Baby, please stop—”

“No, Harry, you have no idea what kind of fucked up things are sent to me. And we haven’t even confirmed anything!”

“I do know! You think I haven’t gotten shitty messages? Like I haven’t been through all this before?”

“Then what’s the point! Why even bother hiding our relationship if none of this goes away? It really hurts when you don’t at least stick up for me when someone makes a snarky comment when we’re in public. Girlfriend or not, I’m a human being, and you just let everything slide so we don’t cause a damn scene.”

“I do too stick up for you!”

“No you don’t! You just suggest we leave. One time you walked away and left me in the middle of a store.”

“I just don’t want people to know we’re together!”

Silence.

Not another word, not another sound until the gate to Harry’s private property screeches open and he pulls up to his house. You’re out of the car before it’s even parked, storming inside with no plan other than to get away from him before you say something you’ll regret.

He calls after you, your name echoing through his huge house, as you make your way up a set of stairs and into a guest room. You slam the door and fling yourself onto the bed, finally letting the tears fall.

He knocks at the door but doesn't wait for your answer, barging in with one last cry of your name. He deflates upon seeing you, crumbles upon hearing your sobs. “Baby.” His hand settles between your shoulder blades as he leans down to brush your hair from your face. “I didn’t mean it like that. Not like it sounds.”

“What the hell could you have meant?” Your words are choppy and tight, catching in your throat before you force them out. “If you’re not gonna defend me, then I can’t have this. Us. I’m not gonna be with someone who cares more about protecting the feelings of complete strangers than his own girlfriend.”

“I do care about you—”

“Like hell you do. That’s why you buy me all kinds of stuff. Make me over so I’m presentable. If you’re that embarrassed to be with me, why would you even ask me out?” A sob takes over. Harry tries rubbing your back, but you shake him off. 

“What—embarrassed? The last thing I am is embarrassed. I’m proud to be with you. I love you, and I only buy you stuff because I can afford to do so.” You turn to face him, your vision blurred with tears. “Then why can’t you stick up for me? I’m not asking you to fight with everyone who leaves a negative comment, but something, Harry. I need someone who’s on my team.”

His voice stutters. Similar words he’s used before, referring to the two of you as a team, strike a nerve. He blinks away a few tears of his own. “You’re right. I’m so sorry, baby. I’m sorry I’ve been letting you down.”

You shuffle up on your knees, encouraging him to join you on the bed, and in a hug. “You’ve never let me down. We just haven’t been on the same page with all this.” You sigh, wiping away a few remaining tears. “I understand why you haven’t wanted to say anything, but I think we’re past the point of keeping us a secret.”

“Was tryin’ to hold onto that as long as I could.”

You both climb off the bed, and Harry takes your hand, pulling you into his chest. 

“We can have privacy without secrecy.”

He kisses your head. “May not be as private as you think.”

“I know…” You step back to look up at him, letting your hands slip down his arms to rest in his palms. “But it’ll take a little pressure off.”

His brows raise in thought, and he drops your hand to pull his phone from his jacket. Without a word, he scrolls through his photos until he finds one he likes, holding it up for you to see. “My favorite.”

Next thing you know, he’s posting the picture of you two from a few weeks ago—when you’d gone out to dinner with Jeff and Glenne, all dressed up with less than sober smiles on your faces—to Instagram.

“It feels weird now,” you mumble.

“Don’t tell me you change your mind?” Harry chuckles.

“No, no—I’m happy. Proud to call you mine.”

“Never gonna let you feel like I don’t have your back,” he leans down to kiss your nose, “ever. Promise.” 

[camuscomprix]

Got stinks urn today it's very nice for an urn I will put his ashes in it tomorrow . Have ro remember to go leave a nice review for the Etsy shop the lady was really nice about it ans not judgy when i told her I needed her to stencile the word STINKY on one of her handcrafted urns lmao. Hopefully will be able to move his tank out of my bedroom soon and store it in the basement. Its hard to look at so its covered with a blanket but it's still hard with it bwing there being a reminder but i know it's absence will be hard too. Took out some of thw stuff the other day that was sort of generic and i didn't really associate with him to donate or store for other reptile use, put his stuffed frog he liked to poop on in my car . The vet gave me his feets prints and tail print in clay which is really sweet and nice but I can barely look at them and I can't touch them bc i did once and it felt too much of the texture of his tail and that was too hard for me. Like i last touched his scales to say goodbye to him and committed the texture to memory and i dont want to replace the real feeling it was that I remember with the impeint texture and lose the real one but also it's too much of feeling like it coild actually be him that it makes my heart flip for a second bc it Feels to my hand ljke hes not dead bc I'm touching him even tho my brain knows it's not him it just feels ssimilar .. keep walking arojnd my room in the dark at night bc I'm used to not turning the light on so I wouldn't wake him up and annoy him or disturb his beauty sleep bc he was my sweet little angle I would treat like a sleeping infant Shhhh lights out the baby is sleeping and it's like oh I can just turn the lght on now and make noise and actually find what I'm looking for faster it's weird . Miss being inconvenienced for his sake bc I love him

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

‘Round Here

Drabble, one shot? Who knows!

"Reader is chased down after crossing the wrong biker.” + Bucky! as requested by anonymous

"Reader walks into the wrong bar." + Bucky as requested by 👀 @navybrat817​

Warning: noncon sex, fingering, unedited.

“Are you serious?” You asked Maddie as you looked around the smoky bar.

The cloud of cigarette smoke was your first hint that this was a dive. Actually, your second as Maddie always managed to find the scummiest places. It truly was a gift. Not an enviable, but nonetheless, a skill.

You sat at a table for two and tried to ignore the leers from the table next to you. You regretted wearing a skirt already. A particularly greasy looking man with a beard to his belly button grumbled something lewd into his beer. You were thankful you hadn’t understood his words, though his tone made his intent clear.

“What do you want?” The terse waitress chewed gum as she approached you with hand on hip. Her leather vest covered a fringed crop top and her skirt was barely longer than that.

“You got tequila?” Maddie asked.

“It’s a bar,” The waitress rolled her eyes and popped her gum.

“No tequila,” You argued with Maddie.

“We’ll have two shots of tequila alongside two rye and gins,” She ignored you and tossed back her curly hair.

“Fine,” The waitress shrugged. “We ain’t got any limes left.”

“Amazing,” Maddie said dryly and smiled at the waitress. You were left with haughty glare and huff.

“I don’t think this is the place to harass the staff, Mads,” You looked around nervously.

“Oh, bleh. You know, my dad used to hang out in places like this.” She trilled. “It was fun. My uncle was even part of the club.” She lowered her voice and leaned over the table. “They don’t like being called a gang.”

“Well, Maddie, I think as a kid you might not have seen the whole picture,” You uttered. “You told me we were going dancing.”

“We dance here,” She paused and listened to the dingy classic rock and bobbed her head. “Yeah, sing it Axel.”

“This is Van Halen, you weirdo,” You hissed.

The waitress returned and set down your drink, paying no heed to the way the spilled over the rim with her force. Maddie offered her a card and was greeted with another sigh. The waitress marched away and returned shortly with the receipt and the card. She flicked it onto the table and took off to the next.

“Alright, if none of these goons kill us, she definitely will,” You shook your head.

Maddie pushed a shot toward you and took hers with a devious smile.

“Have a little fun for once in your life,” She chimed. “Jesus.”

“Fun? Maddie your fun isn’t fun. It’s scary.”

“On three,” She raised her shot. “One, two, three.”

You knocked it back and coughed as you slammed it back down. You hated tequila, not least because of the taste. The last time you had a taste, you remember the inhumanly lean which had you using a chair to stand.

“Mmm,” She looked around for the waitress.

“No more,” You slid one of the rye drinks in front of her. “You got another drink to nurse. I mean it, take it easy. I don’t wanna carry you out of here.”

“Boo,” She took her glass and drank half in a gulp. “Look at all these strong men, they’ll help.”

“You don’t want their help,” You sputtered. “Mads, I mean it. After this drink, we’re finding somewhere else.”

You brought your glass to your lips, irritated, and peered around the bar with a scowl. As much as you worried for your safety, and especially Maddie’s given her lack of a filter, you were tempted to give her a good smack yourself. 

Why did you even trust her anymore? You recalled very clearly her squatting in an alley only a month ago, pissing on the pavement as you tried to figure out where exactly you were. Fun.

You stopped as your gaze met another’s. You blinked and averted your eyes as you lowered your glass. You glanced over your shoulder, foolishly. There was only a wall there. You look at Maddie and smiled nervously.

“Oh man,” She shifted in her seat. “Wish I hadn’t downed that vodka before.”

“What?” You huffed. “Maddie, how much have you had tonight?”

“I dunno but, whew,” She slapped the table. Her glass was empty. “It’s time to break the seal.”

“Wait, I’m almost done, we can go--”

“Nope, too late,” She stood. “I mean it, if I don’t find the bathroom, I’m gonna piss on this chair.”

“Maddie, you always were so eloquent,” You snipped. “Just hurry up.”

She winked and walked away clumsily. She flagged down the grouchy waitress and was pointed towards a doorway on the other side of the bar. You glanced around and again, found the same set of eyes watching you; deep, blue sapphires. You looked down and grabbed your purse. You slipped out your phone and unlocked it.

You pretended to be interested in it as you hugged your purse to you. You just wanted to go. Now.

“Don’t think I’ve seen you here before,” The voice had you rigid and your head snapped up as your fingers tightened around your phone. “You need a refill.”

“No, I’m not done,” You grimaced and tapped your glass. “Thank you though. My friend is just--”

“Ah, don’t worry,” He turned to the table next to you and snapped at a man in a skullcap. The man stood and spun his chair to offer to the man. The stranger sat and shuffled the chair closer. “Name’s Bucky.”

You stared at him. You glanced over at the doorway Maddie had disappeared through and swallowed. You gave your name without looking at him and instead checked the time on your phone. You chewed your lip.

“Actually, you know, me and my friend have a reservation.” You said as you rose. “I’ll just go check on her.”

“She didn’t seem in such a hurry.” He stood and blocked you. “What’s the matter? You don’t like me?”

“It’s not-- Look, I’m just… gonna…” You skirted around the table and flitted past him. “I gotta make sure she’s okay.”

You felt him watching you as you wove around the tables, barely missing one with your hip. You ducked through the doorway and found your way to the ladies’. Inside, Maddie was sloppily lathering her hands up in soap.

“Hurry up,” You sneered. “Now. We’re going.”

“Oh, don’t be such a pooper,” She moped.

You reached and shoved her hands under the faucet. You tore a length of paper towel free from the dispenser and forced it into her grasp. You dried your hands and hers, like she was a child, and you pulled her out of the restroom.

You peeked into the barroom then further down the hall. You dragged Maddie down to the fire exit and angled her through into the back alley.

“What’s going on?” She giggled. “You’re acting weird.”

“Mads, look, we couldn’t stay there,” You hurried out to the sidewalk and turned down the street. “We can go wherever you want, drink as much as you want but we’re not staying there. Okay?”

“Fine, fine,” She wrenched her arm away from you. “Jesus, you sound like my mom.”

“Let’s go to Nova.” You coaxed. “Remember when we danced on the table!”

“Oooh,” Her eyes focused. “Okay, but this time you can’t ditch me.”

“I didn’t, you pushed me off,” You elbowed her. “Come on, I think it’s ladies’ night.”

☠

When you got to the club, it was already packed. Even so, Maddie pushed her way to the bar and forced another drink on you. You found a spot on the dance floor but it wasn’t long before she recognized someone else and you were joined by several other girls and even a few boys.

You danced and tried to forget the rocky start to the evening but still found yourself on edge. You set aside your empty cup and tried to get more into the old 90s tune. You spun, almost drunk enough to really get wild, and stopped dead, your arms falling to your sides. 

You squinted through the flashing lights. It was him. That man from the bar. Oh, fuck, he was heading right toward you. He seemed to march across the floor between the bodies, barely flinching as his shoulders were knocked by inebriated dancers. Only a few feet away as he smirked at you.

You turned and dove into the circle of Maddie’s friends. She was too tipsy to notice as she tried to twerk. You pushed past them and tripped as you barrelled into another dancer. You didn’t even apologize as you kept on and headed for the door. You kept low, unable to see if the man was following you through all the bodies.

You got to the back stairwell, marked staff only, that led from one floor to the next. The club had three levels; one for retro, one for modern hits, and the lower floor for rock. You slipped through the door and caught your breath on the other side. You didn’t stop for long as you stumbled down the steps on your chunky heels.

As you tripped and hit the wall, you heard the door open again. You pushed yourself straight and wobbled around the corner to the next flight. You peeked up as the man came into sight. So certain he barely rushed as he descended after you.

You scrambled down the next flight as he got closer. You felt your feet tangle and prepared to fly into the wall face first. He caught the back of your shirt before you could and his arm wrapped around your waist. He stepped down onto even ground behind you.

“Ah, we don’t want that pretty face gettin’ messed up,” He purred as the dull pulse of music came through the wall.

“What do you want?” You grabbed his hand as it crept lower on your stomach.

“I think you know, sweetheart,” He grabbed your hip and turned you around. He pushed you into the wall and pinned you with his other arm across your chest. “You come into my place and won’t even say hello.”

“What are you-- No, I--” 

“Shhhh,” He hushed as he leaned closer, his arm heavy against you as his other hand brushed over your skirt. “You don’t wear this,” His fingers curled under the hem along your thigh. “And not want attention.”

“Stop,” You tried to grab his hand as he ripped your skirt up. “Stop!”

“Go on and yell,” He chuckled. “You think anyone will hear you.”

“Someone will--”

“And what are they gonna do?” 

He shoved his hand against your crotch and kicked his foot between yours. He forced your legs apart and pressed his fingers to your panties. He rubbed you through the thin cotton and you felt as if your chest would collapse as his other arm kept you in place. 

He carefully drew your panties aside and ran his finger between your fold. You gasped and pushed on his shoulder.

“No,” You breathed. “Please--”

“Please,” He growled and added another finger, dragging them back and forth until he felt you slicken. “You don’t sound very convincing, sweetheart.”

He played with your clit and you bit into your lip. It felt good as your drunken wits slaked away easily. As your pleasure overwhelmed your fear. He continued to swirl his fingers around until your breath was thick and shallow.

He poked around your entrance and sank inside. You pushed your head back and moaned. He pulled his fingers in and out as your walls quivered around him. Your hand slipped down his shoulder and his own arm fell from your chest. 

He smoothly undid his fly and pushed his jeans open. He withdrew his fingers from your cunt and grabbed his swollen cock. He grabbed your leg and hiked it up against him as he leaned into you. He guided himself blindly over your fold and crushed your arms between your bodies.

He took you off your feet as he impaled you. You cried out and grasped the front of his leather jacket. Your lips formed an O as you stared into his darkened blue eyes. He thrust as he held your leg against him, rocking to the beat of the music. 

He lifted your other leg and had you propped up against the wall as he sped up. You freed your arms and stretched them across the painted concrete as he crashed into you over and over. You tried to hold in your pathetic whine as the heat of delight mixed with that of the alcohol that seared your stomach. Your eyes rolled back as you came, your purse smack against your side as this man held you at his mercy.

He hissed as his hips stuttered. His fingers pressed into your hips and he trembled. You opened your eyes as he pulled out suddenly and drew a hand back to stroke himself through his climax, his cum spurting onto the skirt bunched up around your waist.

He shuddered and grinned as he looked up at you. He slowly lowered you to your feet, your legs were like jelly. You stood straight, warily and he caught your arm. He spun you to face the concrete and pressed himself against your back as his voice gristled in your ear.

“You don’t really think we’re done here, do you?”

[ch4nb4ng]

[4:57]

ceo!chan

warnings: porn, office sex, penetration, squirting, roughish (?) play, depredation and humiation (very little)

you walked in and sat on the chair in front him. a frustrated sigh escaped your lips as you slouched down, indifferent about the unprofessionalism in front of your boss.

“do i need to remind you that this is a workplace, and not your apartment where you can huff and puff and do what you want?”

his tone was stern, but his face said otherwise. he was one to talk; he was in fact slouched in his ‘very special’ office chair as well, barely concentrating on what he was meant to be doing: his job. you remained unchanged, completely unbothered. anything harsh that came from his mouth at this moment was like flicking a fly off your shoulder; annoying, but nothing too serious.

“mr. bang im so stressed,” you sighed, waiting for him to look away from his desktop and become fixated on you, the look of concern: the heavy lean, head cocked back slightly, palm of his hand resting underneath his chin, index and middle fingers rating on his chin, thumb on his jaw, the others pushing onto his lips. and finally, the furrowed eyebrow of concern. He was a strict boss. always busy doing work and being productive. no time for mucking around or incompetence was tolerated. however, he was fair. fair work load, adequate amount of time given for tasks to be completed, break times, and he didn’t mind listening to his employees when they were stressed with problems outside of work (but if they were about work, his ears became shut).

“mr. bang?” your lips formed into a pout as he ignored you, eyes still fixated on his screen. you lifted a hand, waving it infront of his face. nothing. you could feel the seed of frustration become implanted in the pit of your stomach. nothing could be done about it; it had to be left alone. he was your boss, the ceo; it’s not like you could actually become angry at him. on the contrary he was being very rude.

“mr. bang,” you sighed, “what’s on your computer?”

more silence in response. what on earth was his problem? he was quick to criticise you, highlighting your informal entry into his office, yet he couldn’t give you the time of day? the seed of anger began to grow, his ignorance to you like water is to a plant; the main ingredient for development. it was growing, faster and faster as his head tilted to a slight angle, as if he already didn’t have a good enough angle of whatever he was looking at.

“nevermind,” you huffed, stomping out of his seat and turning on your heels. You were ready to make your exit, way too fed up to have a proper, logical conversation with him. as you began your first step, you froze, ears perking up at the pornographic moans that bled through the surround sound speaker system. you refused to turn around, saving the embarrassment your boss felt in front of his assistance. all you were able to hear was what you assumed to be the knee-shattering thud coming from his desk. warmth creeping onto your cheeks, things were becoming too real. his fingers were moving fast, trying anything and everything to shut the computer down.

“fuck,” he mumbled, what he thought was under his breath, but in reality was easily audible to the ear, he puffed, knocking over a collection of folders as he dragged the mouse across the screen.

‘just keep walking’ you thought to yourself; it would be so much easier if you had just walked out and pretended that none of this had happened. it was embarrassing, you were embarrassed for him; anyone would be. all you had to do was leave. escape and prevent him from any further humiliation.

but it was impossible now. you could hear the female’s voice.

“fuck,” she whined, “i must be such a good assistant for my boss to fuck me this go-.”

and finally, he had managed to turn the sound off. your body betrayed you, panic replacing the seed of anger as you scurried to his desk, helping him gather the sheets he had loosely scattered around him. the adrenalin was slowly wearing off as you helped him. you refuse to let your eyes sit on him at all. this was, well, weird; but not like you hadn’t thought of it before. a face panic was hijacking his features, but the way his blazer was half way down his shoulders, heavy on the floor with his legs widely spread, was sending your mind into a head spin. you paused, unsure of what to do or how to proceed, mind falling into a confliction. Any person would pick up the papers, put them on his desk and run out of there, but the whole thing sparked a type of thrill in your chest. you shook your head, standing up and placing the remainder of loose paper on his desk. The eye contact was brief. the redness previously playing on his ears had dissipated. you span around once more, hoping to successfully leave his office this time.

“wait,” he gasped, extending a hand, letting the roughness of his fingertips wrap around your innocent wrist. you said nothing, letting yourself feel mr. bang’s chest against your back, adding the necessary heat and drive to your body that you had oh so desired. your head thrown back, you let it ply out. let your boss snake his fingers around once more, gripping your wrist, slithering around your body, a palm effortlessly spreading across your neck. a soft groan escaped your lips, eyelids falling as you gave yourself into his touch, letting your own fingertips rest on his hardened thigh. Index finger perched underneath your chin, you smiled; the harsh feeling of him cocking your head to the left contrasting with the complimentary graze against your lobe as he tucked the oh so delicate strands behind your ear.

There was a long pause, causing your hips to jolt at the feeling of his lips attaching to the base of your neck. the deep chuckle that followed was a god send, delivering vibrations down and around your body like a rollercoaster.

“mr. b-bang i-“

“shhhh,” he whispered, the sensation of his warm breath instantly melting into your skin, “let’s just talk for a minute.”

a slight nod came from your head. he broke away, plopping right back into his ‘magnificent’ boss-like chair. all you could do was stare as his legs spread wide open, blazer jacket completely off, a few buttons barely hanging on as he looked you up and down. it made you feel small, humiliated, a joke to him.

but you loved it.

“so,” he began, crossing his left leg over, “why did you come in here for?”

“well,” you paused, cussing yourself at the way your voice uncontrollably whined for him, “i just needed someone to talk to because i have been really stressed for the past week.”

a playful smirk ripped onto his lips as he rolled his chair closer to you, placing his hands on either side of you thighs. chin resting on your stomach, you whined. he was being so damn cute right now.

“and why is it that your stressed?” he asked reaching for the remote control on his desk. he pressed the top button, activation of electronic technology filling the room as the dark blinds came out, nothing but the red light mr. bang kept on his desk illuminating the two of you. bodies so close together, glistening in the red shadow. the darkness of what should have been an illuminating direction really revealed the true intentions of what he was thinking. eyes black, teeth grinding, jaw clenched. you were surprised no horns or tail had appeared.

“j-just you know, um, well,”

“spit it out princess,” he hissed, lifting your blouse and pressing a gentle kiss to your skin.

“you’ve given me a lot of deadlines this week and i-“

“aw baby,” he cooed, tangling his digits around wrist once more, leaning back as he dragged you onto his deliciously spreaded lap, “you know i hate when people complain about work.”

you pouted, lazily playing with the exposed skin on his chest,

“i know but mr. bang, i had no one else to talk to about it.”

“wow, my little princess must be stressed out huh,” he queried, “we have to do something about that don’t we?”

you looked up into his gaze, the fiery hunger still evident from before. his legit arm became hooked around your left leg, right hand lifting your skirt, revealing your black lace panties, clearly oozing with arousal. he chuckled.

“is this what you’re always like when you're around me miss. y/l/n?”

too embarrassed to answer you covered your face, feeling the heat of humiliation radiating off your cheeks and he hooked his fingers underneath your undergarment, hasil pulling them down to expose your longing core. The sound of delight that left your boss’ throat was mind boggling. A deep groan, followed by a chuckle of pure satisfaction at your were dripping. He stuck out two fingers right underneath your cunt, smirking at the greedy glistening your juices gently coaching his fingers.

“fuck,” you mumbled, hands still over your face. this was so embarrassing. the way he controlled you. the way you had already submitted to him; he’d barely touch you thus far. His fingers were soft, almost too soft as traced your folds, the desire for direct friction becoming urgent.

“mhm,” you hummed, making sure any sound that left your lips was quiet.

“come on y/n,” he purred, making your legs feel light, “tell me what you want.”

you finally took your hands away, looking down to see mr.bang, you boss, aka, ceo of the company, looking up at you, biting down on the bottom left corner. He was very satisfied with the discombobulated state he had put you in. your posture was weak, back achingly hunched over, hands threatening to grab his wrist and shove them in between your folds, into your entrance, on your body. Anywhere except for on your folds would have been acceptable at this point in time. finger pads becoming stronger, your hips involuntary jerked up, a jolt of pleasure shooting from your core as he adjusted himself, accidentally flicking your clit in the process.

“please,” you whined, sinking to be closer to him, elbows propped in his desk for support, “no more t-teasing.”

the begging flipped a switch in me.bang. he growled, standing up and rustling your by the hips, backside faced to him as he pressed up against you. you gasped. you could only feel the outline of his length, however, you moaned, just at the thought of knowing how well he would fill you little hole up.

his fingertips left your hips, beginning to snake around your body, smoothing over any exposed skin he could create and smother. his touch was delicate; you could tell he was holding back.

“you’re so naughty aren’t you missy?” he chuckled, bringing a hand back around from you front to cup your ass, “practically begging for your bosses cock, during working hours?”

you said nothing. arousal coming over and crashing down into your body at his humiliating words. you could feel your skirt being lifted once more, a slight coolness pressing to your ass as it was now bare, completely exposed. he bit down on his lip, eyes fully glued to your backside as he hands descended, playfully curling the circumference of each cheek.

“mmm,” you groaned, unable to get enough of the way his textured hands felt, “mr. bang your hands feel so goo-“

you were quickly interrupted by the sudden digits encompassing your neck. you eyes widened, caught off guard by his sudden movements.

“please baby, you don’t have to call me mr. bang. call me anything but that.”

his tone was aggressive. you could tell he was being serious. you nervously gulped; what you were doing was highly out of the ordinary, and definitely a huge human resource breach. the last thing you wanted to do was piss him off. his thumb now pressed on your face, you smiled, opening your mouth to invite his shining fingers into your mouth. he moaned, head thrown back as you effortlessly covered his thumb in juicy spit. he quickly brought it back down to your heat, finally sliding it through your folds, barely pressing on your clit. your body lunged forward, but he stopped you. he placed his hands on your back, pushing your body against his desk, face squashed to the side and he got back into his knees. his spread your cheeks, spitting directly into your aching holes. his jaw clenched, enjoying the pathetic whines and mumbles came to your lips as he spread toru wetness around. god it had been so long. if he kept this up, you’d be cumming all over his face in no time.

“tell me baby, what do you want?”

“mmmm, mr.bang- uh i mean, chan, wait, can i call you that?”

“i told you princess,” he purred, wrapping his fingers around your wrist, motioning it towards his tent, “you can call me whatever you want.”

a stifled moan escaped your lips. the outline of his cock was exquisite. it was making your mouth salivate. oh the things you would do to have him in your mouth was eating you up inside.

“can i suck on your cock?”

your answer knocked the wind right out of him. he wasn’t expecting something so straight forward. you tend to beat around the bush when you needed something.

“okay baby, and why do you want to do that?”

he was standing again. pressing his clothed cock right into your bare ass, making your head feel very dizzy. his nose tickling your ear lobe, and lips on the crook of your jaw made you suck in a large breath.

“your cock feels so nice when i touch it,” you paused, turning to face him, “i wanna know what it taste like too.”

the way he grit down on his teeth, making his jaw completely tense up was so fucking hot. the way he became flustered at your response. he woudl love nothing more but to hold your hair up and fuck the shit out of your throat.

“god you’re making me so tempted,” he growled, forming a tight grip on your ass, “but we can do that another time. i just wanna fuck you so bad right now.”

the vulgarity of his voice left in you in a moaning mess. he was so dirty, filthy, the heat oozing out of his pores and onto you, making you feel like you were his destiny. the little fuck toy that you had been fantasizing about.

“mhm,” you whined, desperation evident in your tone, “please fuck me sir, i want to be filled up with your cock.”

“fuckin hell,” he grunted, taking a step back to undo his belt, almsot ripping off his pants in the process, “you’re so fucking dirty you know that?”

“please,” you huffed, “i’m not the one that watched ceo assistant porn in the middle of the day.”

you wanted to look at his face, hoping your words evoked an anger in him that he could easily take out on you.

“you’re such a smart ass huh? lay flat down on the table for me.”

you did as you were told, happily squishing your face against his desk and he began to stroke himself. the devilish moan escaping his lips made everything stop for a moment. were you really doing this right now, with your boss? reality quickly began to settle in. maybe this wasn’t such a good idea-

“oh fuck,” you yelled, quickly covering your mouth as he slammed his cock into you, filling you up to the brim. your eyes were already at the back of your head. yeah, you expected him to fill you up adequately, but your expectations were too way too low; it felt 1,000,000 times better than any image you ever had.

“that shut you up didn’t it,” he smirked, bringing his left hand to your right side, “you’re so fucking tight it’s fucking ridiculous.”

the continuum of cussing that came out of his mouth after every second word was like music to his ears. the professional boss you once knew was thrown out the window. nothing but a horny fucking boss who can’t get anything because he works too hard.

“does it feel good,” he groaned, giving a blow to your ass in the process, “tell me how good my cock feels buried inside you pretty little pussy.”

incase he couldn’t tell from the way your knuckles had become ghost white from the right grip you had on the edge of his desk, you opened your mouth, only able to respond in muffled whimpers and distorted sounds as he rammed his cock in and out of your wanting hole. his chuckle became even deeper, mr.bang falling into another universe as his cock stretched out your walls. his jaw now loose, he hung onto your hair, grouping it into an extremely messy ponytail as he yanked your head back, tears beading at the corner of your eyes. all previous partners were soft, nothing but praise and kindness. you did love that, but feeling like a toy; that was a whole new level of pleasure.

“fuck fuck fuck,” you whined, feeling yourself already begin to clench around him, “pull my hair harder, harder please sir.”

“how can i say no when you ask me so nicely?”

his smirk was now visible to you. your head was all the way back, looking at your boss upside down as he focused on your pussy, finding different ways to push and shove his cock into you harder and faster. you could feel him twitch, especially each time you clenched around him.

“fuck don’t do that y/n,” he growled, now creating a palm or read across your left ass cheek from another slap, “if you keep doing that i’ll fucking cum.”

the giggle that left your throat was sadistic. a mixture of bliss and torture, like you were frothing at the mouth. things were getting really hot now, it would be moments before you burst out in loud cries, shaking from the life changing orgasm you were about to have.

mr.bang paused, changing the angle of his thrusts to hit a different spot. your knees gave way as soon as his position changed.

“bingo,” he smirked, picking up his pace to be even faster from before. he held onto you, hands leaving your hair and wrapped around your arms. it was too much. you were completely under his control. he had gotten you to be right where you needed him. each time he hit your sweet spot was each time your knees buckled; you really didn’t know how much longer you could take.

“mmmmm,” was all you could whine, “c-cum.”

“you’re gonna cum?”

a feeling of relief spread to your chest at the feeling of his thrusts becoming a lot less rhythmic. mr.bang’s forehead was now pressed agaisnt your back, the ice like feeling of the beads of sweat spread across his forehead called you down.

“yes p-please,” you cried, “please make me cum!”

the next second was a blur. all you could feel was the immense pleasure burst from your core, ripping to your stomach and every single other possible part of your body that could feel anything. the crash was hard, legs shaking as he brought 2 fingers down to your clit. he pulled out, storming your back in his liquid before returning to your clit , enjoying the way you struggled underneath him.

“wait y/n!”

he quickly stopped, causing you to fall to you knees, chest heavily moving, panting audibly evident. you opened your eyes. quickly covering your mouth and the mess you had made.

“mr. bang i’m so sorry i’ll get the cleaner to-“

“shh,” he hissed, interrupting your nervous ramble, “let me help you you up first.”

he held out his hands, gently bringing you from the ground. he turned around, giving you time to grab you panties and put them back on. he said nothing, following your direction and rebutting his shirt, looking at the reflection is his computer screen to adjust his tie.

“i’m so sorry-“

“hey, it’s fine, can’t help it if i make you feel so good that you have to squirt everywhere.”

“oh my god,” you mumbled, pacing out of there. you grabbed the handle, about to turn when you heard him call for you.

“wait, y/n!”

he walked up to you, his large figure towering over you as he spoke,

“i hope you’re feeling less stressed now. why don’t you come to my office early tomorrow morning, keep the promise you made about wanting to taste me?”

[eternalstann]

Not What It Looks Like

Tom Holland x Reader

Smut!

Tom walks in on you and Harrison, but it’s not what he thinks...he’s still jealous though

“Harrison shhhh!” You shush your blonde friend, straddling his lap; crouched over him on the couch.

You had convinced him to let you wax his nostrils, but now he kept swatting your hands away every time you went to pull out the wax covered q-tips currently lodged in his face.

Tom was coming into the living room but paused when he heard your voice quietly shushing someone. He peaks over to your figure hunched over the person he now realized was Harrison.

What the hell? Tom’s stays silent, watching the scene unfold before him. From where he stood, it looked like Harrison was pushing your hair from your face and you were smiling down at him.

“C’mon Haz, it’s already in!” You whine and Tom nearly drops his phone from his hand. Were you two...??

“Fuck, Y/N, just leave it then” He hears his best friend reply and Tom feels light headed. His heart aches in his chest, Tom had fallen for you a long time ago. And you were with someone else...and Harrison at that.

You finally manage to pin one of Harrison’s arms with one hand and the other into the cushion of the couch with your elbow. You move quickly to rip out the little white sticks and the boy beneath you winces.

“Shit!” Harrison let’s out a strangled groan, you know it’s one of pain but to Tom...

Tom knows he should walk away, but he just can’t bring himself too. And before he can even think he’s opening up his big mouth.

“What’s all this?” His voice echoes through the room, and your head shoots up at the sound of your best friend in the room.

“Hey Tom!” You answer cheerfully, looking at him with bright eyes and messy hair. How could you just ‘hey tom’ him at a time like this?

“Want me to do you too?” You ask and Toms eyes go wide, “What?!” He exclaims. There’s no way this was happening.

“You want me to wax your nose too?” You ask again and Tom feels like a total div. The brunette scratches his head sheepishly. Harrison then sits up on the couch, eyes watery and nose red. Of course the two of you weren’t having sex, he mentally facepalms.

“Yeah sure Y/N, you can wax my nose” he says, voice smaller now. Harrison stares at Tom for a moment before realizing what he had thought was going on.

“Oh, mate!” Harrison starts with a chuckle and Tom quickly shushes him.

“Shut the fuck up Haz..” Tom mumbles and you just look at both of them lost to what was going on.

“Boys are weird, you guys wanna watch a movie?”

“You guys go ahead, I think you’ve got some things to sort out. I’m gonna shower.” Harrison yawns, heading upstairs.

You wriggle your eyebrows at Tom, waving him over.

“What do we have to talk about hmmmm?” You quirk an eyebrow at him and he shakes his head.

“I have no idea what he’s talking about..”

You roll your eyes, “Tom let’s skip the bullshit. We do this every time. You pretend nothings up, I bug you. You crack and tell me everything. So just tell me what’s going on and save us both some time”

You listen to Tom huff and puff while you browse through Netflix. You try to hide a smile when he clears his throat.

“I thought...I thought you and Harrison were having sex in here” he admits and your head whips around to face him.

“Excuse me?!” You laugh, and Tom shoves you.

“See I shouldn’t have told you” he grumbles and you try to stifle your laughs. “I’m sorry, but me and Harrison? Tom you’ve lost your mind”

“That’s what love does to you” he shrugs and you grin. “Love?”

Tom turns to face you, “Why would I care if you and Harrison fucked if I didn’t love- or at least like you?” He asks and your eyes are wide at his words.

“Tom holy shit...” you whisper. “I’ve always thought you were handsome, and funny. And talented and kind...damn maybe I like you too” you giggle.

“Maybe?” He pretends to be offended, and you smile. “I’m just being honest Tommy. I’ve never thought about it” you hum.

“Well think about it.” He shoves you again, hard enough that you fall back on the couch. “Okay, okay. I like you...and I like your face” you tell him and he crawls over you.

“Keep going...” he encourages you, pulling his shirt over his head.

“I like your shoulders, and your chest. Those abs....” you trail a finger down to the waistline of his pants. “Never seen what’s hidden here, but I’m pretty sure I’d like that too” you say, cupping him through the material separating the two of you.

“You wanna know why I like you?” He’s pulling your top off now.

“I mean I would, but I really wanna use our mouths for something other than talking right now” you answer and he groans, pressing his lips to yours.

His lips move to your neck, kissing the sensitive skin. His hands work at your bottoms, and then his own. Multitasking at its finest.

His hands tickle the inside of your thighs, pushing them apart. You gasp when a finger runs between your folds, and Tom hums at how wet you are.

“That for me or Harrison?” he whispers next your ear, biting on the lobe and curling a finger into you.

Your back arches, and your eyebrows furrow.

“It’s all for you Tom!” You answer breathlessly.

“Fuck, I need to get inside you” he shakes his head, positioning himself.

You grab onto his shoulders and brace yourself, but still you’re caught off guard by the fullness you feel when he slides into you.

“Tom...” you cry out, and he’s biting his lip with each thrust. You dig your nails into his back, legs wrapping around his waist. You just wanted him as close as possible, the weight of him on top of you only adding to the sensations.

You feel that tug low in your stomach, and you let yourself succumb to the feeling. The noises Tom made only pushing you closer to the edge.

“Tom don’t stop, I’m so close” you beg, hips coming up to meet his. He grunts, lifting your leg up for a better angle. His dick rams into you, and you squeal as you cum.

Tom squeezes your thigh and buries himself inside of you as he reaches his high.

Tom sits up, collapsing into the couch and you both just grin at one another.

“You think Harrison could fuck you like that?”

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Y’all this is so corny I just wanted to post before the weekend was over. I hope y’all enjoy this and are all healthy and happy. Love you guys ❤️❤️❤️

[stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale]

Top 5 Dumbest Things in The Final Season

I’ve played TWDG a lot, and I can confidently say that The Final Season is my favorite installment, and I’d argue that it’s the best of the series in terms of visuals, controls, characters, and storyline... but that doesn’t mean it’s a perfect game by any means. In fact, there are a lot of issues and inconsistencies you could pick out within the story and the arcs of our characters.

But today I don’t wanna tackle the big problems. The issues on today’s list aren’t a big deal and won’t ruin the experience of the game-- they’re minor and just really, really dumb. They’re things that you probably wouldn’t even notice during your first or second playthrough of the game. Honestly, most of these probably could be easily explained with “shhhh, don’t think about it.” 

But I’m thinkin’ about them because they’re dumb. So, here's my Top 5 dumbest things in TFS. Do note that these Top 5′s are all in good fun, and they’re my opinion. Obviously. 

[also, most of the screenshots used here are from @pi-creates​-- if you haven’t checked out Pi’s blog, I highly recommend you do! :D]

5. Doors make no sense. 

The doors in this game are dumb and make little sense. And you might be scoffing like, “Really? Doors?” and to that I say, “YES DOORS OKAY!”

If you’re like me, you like to look at everything in hopes of finding interesting details and maybe an easter egg. If you look at the all the doors after breaking out of the dorm in ep1, they all have different locks which... why? 

Wait, shouldn’t Clem be able to open this one...? The lock is right there on the outside. 

Why are they different? Also, why are the dorms lockable from the outside? Like, okay, I get it-- ya gotta lock up the troubled youth so that they don’t escape. Fine. Cool, I can accept that... except does this mean that someone had to go around and unlock all the dorms every morning before the apocalypse? What if you forgot a door and a handful got stuck in there for the day? What happens if you lock all these children in their rooms and a fire starts??

And don’t you look at me and try to be like “Pfft, there’s not gonna be a fire--” excuse me?? With Aasim hanging around, and Mitch for that matter, you’re gonna tell me that the odds of fire happening are 0%?

Well, y’know, fine. If there’s a fire, then the kids can just escape through the windows... oh wait--

Weeeeeell fuck the troubled youth, I guess. 

But the dorm doors aren’t even the dumbest doors here-- no, no. That would be the god damn basement door that apparently locks from both sides because game’s gotta game and I guess Marlon has the key?? This dumb door makes no sense. 

Again! I feel like this is a safety hazard?? Sure hope no one gets locked down there, otherwise, you’re fucked I guess?? because there’s no way to unlock or open it from the inside?? After Brody dies and Clem’s looking for a way out, you’d think that she should be able to just open the door at the top of the stairs now that she’s inside but nooooo-- game’s gotta game. 

Ugh, dumb doors!

4. Abel’s magic shotgun

Did you guys know that Abel actually has a special shotgun? A magical shotgun, if you will?

It’s true, he does. He uses a shotgun that, when he fires it, the buckshot curves around to hit the target when the plot demands it.

It’s true! And it’s dumb!

I know this, because if you yell for Violet to shoot Lilly in ep2, Abel will throw AJ to the grab, pull the shotgun out of nowhere, and fire at both her and Louis.... but somehow--

--only Louis manages to get hit.

Soooo.... I guess the buckshot swerves around and above Violet to ONLY hit Louis? Like, I know she ducks a bit but I still feel like something should’ve nicked her as well?? At least?? Like, are lesbians immune to shotguns and that’s why nothing hit Violet?? Am I only learning this now??

Not only that, but it only got Louis in the arm?? H-how??

But that’s not all!

After Louis and Violet flee the scene, Clementine and AJ are on the run with Lilly and Abel shooting BEHIND them... sooo...

If Abel was behind them.... how is it that AJ’s shot in the FRONT of his stomach??

Like, I guess Abel could’ve been at an angle when he shot but they only ever show him behind them soo?? Do I just not know how shotguns work? Do they curve to hit people in their front rather than shooting straight forward?? Because what??

On top of that, how is AJ not dead?? I know, I know, protagonist powers and whatnot but?? the boy took a shotgun to the belly?? other characters have survived lesser things??

But y’know, the dumbest part about this is the fact that I can’t take Abel’s magic shotgun for myself after the Ericson crew capture him. I could’ve just finished off every delta member if the shots curve and travel to hit their targets.

Or maybe Abel’s the only one who can harness its power.

Either way, Abel’s dumb shotgun is dumb.

3.You can’t hug Louis and Violet during their romance routes. 

Sigh.... Why?

Y’all know that I’m a clouis shipper, and now lemme tell you a fun story that isn’t actually that fun-- Do you remember when the trailer dropped for ep3? And we got some teaser screenshots, with one of them being a shot of Clementine and Louis hugging? Well, I was excited for a plethora of reasons, and that hug? 

I could not wait for this hug.

Then I got through my first run of ep3 and... no hug? Wait, no hug? Why not? I thought--

Oh. Oh, it turns out... it turns out you can only hug Louis if you don’t romance him. 

Ummmm. Huh. Wha- why?? Do you know how dumb that is?? What dingus who worked on this episode forgot to implement the hug option for the romance route?? Rather, what dingus thought it was a good idea to only give the Louis romance two options outside of doing nothing-- Slap Louis, or kiss him?? Where’s my hug?? Why is Clementine not allowed to comfort her boyfriend with a hug when he’s clearly anxious about everything that’s about to go down?

Look, the smooch is great and all BUT it’s not what Louis needs in this moment, ya dingus. 

I’m sure if I asked Kent for answers about this, he’d do one of two things-- go into a long winded essay about how the lack of hug and slapping him totally makes sense within the context of Louis’ character arc and route because of this and that and this subtle detail here... or he’d give a shrug and say “I dunno, reasons??”

Ugh, okay, well maybe they let you have the choice in Violet’s romance route--

...Why??

Again, if I choose to romance Violet, why am I not allowed to comfort my girlfriend with a hug before we do this rescue mission?? Sure, I can reassure her that I’m not going anywhere, which is definitely a better option for a love interest than, oh I don’t know, slapping. But the HUG!

They could’ve implemented the hug option into the romance routes but they didn’t and that’s incredibly dumb. 

2. Magic tree is magic. 

Know what I don’t like? The dream theory. Y’know, the theory that the overly happy ending we got at the end of TFS was all just a dream in AJ’s head to cope with the devastation of the real ending-- the one where Clementine died.  

Now, I can already hear you scoffing at me once more like, “Dream theories are dumb, CJ.” and this time, I do agree with you. 

However, there’s actually some compelling evidence that could subtly point at this theory, such as the backward graffiti in the dorms that was present in Clementine’s nightmare, or the fact that Clementine is, y’know, alive despite being seconds away from death in the barn...

Oh, and then there’s this fucking magic tree. 

Oh, you know... the tree that magically grows in in ep4! The one with the tire swing! 

Episode 3 vs Episode 4

This tree is dumb and makes no sense. What, did they just... plant a tree there? Did they push the tree up that was on the ground and use some magical wood glue to fix it?? Clementine said that Willy helped her with the tire swing so like... is Willy some sort of tree whisperer?? 

Or is this just further evidence of the dream theory where AJ’s lamenting the fact that Clementine never got to push him on the tire swing back at the train station and now she never will because she’s fucking dead??

I don’t wanna think about it. In fact, I’m pretty sure that’s what the devs would tell me-- “Shhhh... don’t think about it.” 

This tree is dumb! 

1. What even is the greenhouse??

So.... the green house. It’s dumb. And inconsistent, both in the story and actual location of it. 

First of all, as you can see in the concept image above, it should be within the walls of Ericson, yeah? And if you’re like, “Well, it’s CONCEPT art so it might not be totally accurate CJ.” and I say, “Fair enough, let’s look that the actual in-game map the characters use then.”

Look at that-- still within the walls of Ericson, though in a different location than the concept art. Make sense? Sooo....

Where the hell is it?

Because it’s not within Ericson’s walls. No, no--

It is WAAAAY the hell out here! You can see the bell tower in the distance so like... huh? Where are we?? This is a long as walk to the greenhouse! 

Oh, and if the weird inconsistent locations weren’t dumb enough, there are different conflicting stories surrounding it, as well! 

First, Marlon says that they had it functional with lots of vegetables, but then it became over grown so they don’t go out there anymore. Then, if you go fishing with Violet and Brody, Vi will tell you she worked in the greenhouse the day the twins were killed last year, which... doesn’t add up? Especially when we actually go there in ep2 and see that Ms. Martin died and became a walker inside, but she died a while ago?? 

Also, how did Ms. Martin get tied up like that? Did she get bit, barricade the doors-- wait, that doesn’t work because how did she barricade the science lab from the inside when there’s a shelf in front of the door?? In fact, shouldn’t the walkers that are inside be students that died?? 

“Sshhhh... don’t think about it.”

Ugh, nothing adds up about this greenhouse and that makes it the dumbest thing in TFS.

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Honorable Mentions

AJ magically teleporting behind Marlon with the gun. Because plot.

The dumb padlock on the gate Louis/Violet/Tenn climb over in ep4 that they could’ve easily broken

Louis’ jacket that somehow holds Chairles

The padding on Violet’s boot that’s rendered useless because they put it on the leg she doesn’t use to kick walkers away

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Those are my Top 5 dumbest things in TFS, do you agree or disagree? Do you have anything from this game that’s dumber than what I have listed? Let me know! 

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