#embarassing

[thedharmafox]

Hey Blizzard? You're in a race against a dead horse and still losing, maybe pack it in

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #blizzard #embarassing #overwatch 2

[bluecollarmcandtf]

My Son Came Home just the Other Day...

...and I just had to tell him how proud I was! My boy had become a strong young man! I'd been bragging to everyone I knew that my son, Private Joel Bishop, had made it through basic training and was on the way home to see his good old dad! I never knew being a father would bring me such joy, but here I am.

I slapped Joel on the back approvingly and discreetly wiped my eye. Things were getting too 'touchy-feely' for my taste, and we still had a whole night of celebration ahead of us.

"That means a lot, dad," he grinned as I pulled away, "but you deserve the credit. Should I grab some cold ones so we can catch up?"

I smiled, enjoying the humility and respect I had instilled in my son's character. He more than deserved the reward I had planned: dinner an expensive steakhouse and a box of premium cigars. I threw a hand on his shoulder and opened my mouth to reveal the surprise!

Instead, the words, "Son I need to introduce you to our new neighbor," came out of my mouth: definitely not what I intended.

That seemed strange. I surely hadn't meant to say that; however, when I thought about it, I did seem to remember something the neighbor had mentioned yesterday. Maybe I had promised to introduce my son to him. It must have been a good idea, if I was suggesting it. I would have to hurry though because our reservation was soon, and I couldn't wait to see the look on Joel's face when he found out what I had planned!

"Uh, sure," Joel answered, waiting for an explanation, "Who is it?"

"He's a great man!" I instantly shouted, feeling overwhelmingly defensive about the newcomer. I wasn't sure why I felt that way because I could barely even remember the guy.

Joel flinched at my sudden outburst, but I brushed it off and led him out the back door. My son followed me through the gate and into the backyard of our next door neighbor. Somehow, I knew I was only supposed to enter from the back door. My hand dug into a nearby planting pot and found a spare key. I'm not exactly sure how I knew that was there, but I shrugged it off and unlocked the door.

Joel didn't question me, but he seemed mildly annoyed. I'm glad he didn't ask what I was doing because I had no clue! My body marched on autopilot down a short hallway and parked in the middle of a living room. Our neighbor seemed to be busy napping on his couch. My cheeks flushed when I realized I had just walked in on the man sleeping.

"Excuse me sir," my voice suddenly rang out loudly, "My son Joel is back from the army."

Joel glared at me in confusion, "Dad what-"

"Shut it, kid," the man on the couch snapped awake and stretched, "Come stand quietly in front of me so I can get a good look at you."

Joel's mouth shut tight at the man's request. He marched up to our neighbor and stood at attention. There was something strangely automatic about his movements, like they were choreographed ahead of time. I suppose this is just how they learn to act in the army.

"Hmm, yes," the neighbor purred from the couch, "You're sexier than your dad described."

My jaw clenched and my fists tightened! Why the hell was this guy making those kinds of comments about my son! I had never spoken with this weirdo, and I had certainly never described my son in that way!

If this guy wasn't careful, he was going to get a fight! I would of course stand and wait like a dumb bitch until I was dismissed, but once I was, I'd let him know! For now, I'll just try and contain myself.

"Why so red-faced," he turned a haughty look to me, "You remember our conversation yesterday, right Mr. Bitch?"

Suddenly, my memory flooded back. Of course I remembered! I'd popped by our new neighbor's house to introduce myself. He had invited me in and we'd gotten talking. I had bragged about how my parenting had yielded the perfect son. Our neighbor had then launched into a long and boring lecture.

My neighbor pointed out that I'd been pronouncing my surname wrong all these years! I'm a total idiot! It's 'Bitch' not 'Bishop!' He'd also changed my plans on how to celebrate my son's homecoming.

"Of, course I remember," I gasped dumbly as it all flooded back, "Sorry, sir. As you know, I can be a bit of a dumb bitch."

"Everyone knows that, old man. Do you even remember what you have to do whenever you enter my house?" he raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, sir," I replied as the instructions came back to me, "I am to go to the bathroom, stick my head in the toilet, and flush it seven times."

"That's it! And don't forget to keep your mouth open when it flushes, you old fart" he cracked up and laughed at me.

I nodded and left my son with our new neighbor, reporting to the bathroom like I was supposed to. Sticking my face in his skid marked toilet was the worst part about coming over. How could I have forgotten something like that? Without hesitating, I dropped to the floor and dipped below the toilet water, keeping my jaw locked open like he had suggested. I blindly found the handle and flushed the first wave over my head.

"All done, sir!" I called loudly, feeling compelled to announce my achievement.

Everything above my neck has been thoroughly soaked by the swirly, and it was quickly dripping down my clothes. My favorite shirt was now drenched! I wanted badly to dry off with the towel nearby, but I somehow knew that I was supposed to leave the toilet water on me instead.

Trudging back into the living room, I tried to prevent puddles by soaking the dripping water into my clothes, but it didn't work very well.

"Joel? What are you doing, son?" I blurted when I found him on his hands and knees.

Joel gazed up at me with a bizarre look on his face. It was as if he didn't even understand what he was doing down on the floor. His eyes seemed unfocused, like they weren't really seeing what was going on around him.

Nevertheless, he glanced over his shoulder at our new neighbor. It was like he was looking for guidance. My eyes followed his and we both found ourselves looking to the stranger for what to do next.

"Go on, boy," our neighbor chided, "Tell Mr. Bitch how you feel."

"Please," I straightened up, "Just call me Bitch. We're all friends here." I didn't care if a puddle was pooling at my feet. My son clearly had something important to say to me.

"Ok, Daddy," Joel blankly answered the guy on the couch. Then he turned an empty gaze to me, "Bitch, I'm moving out of your house. I want to live with our new neighbor. I want to be his slave boy and serve him any way I can."

I felt compelled to agree. I almost told him I was happy for him, but something felt off. Something had been gnawing at the back of my head ever since my son had gotten home. This wasn't how our night was supposed to go. My son and I were supposed to be enjoying steaks and cigars right now!

I shook my head a little. Beads of water flew from my hair, and I couldn't shake how wrong I had been acting. Why had I just given myself a swirly? And why was my son making such delusional statements?

"Woah, there big guy," our creepy next door neighbor hushed, "You're thinking too hard. You remember what you like to do when you think too hard right, Bitch?"

I breathed a sigh of relief out of my chest my chest when I remembered, "Yes, sir. I like to shove your leftovers down my pants when I'm thinking to hard."

Without another thought, I strolled into the kitchen and yanked the fridge open with a numb arm. A euphoric sense of relaxation washed over me when I saw a container of leftover spaghetti. Before I knew what I was doing, my hands had popped the lid off and fished the noodles and red sauce down the inside of my dress slacks. Once the container was empty, I zipped up my pants like nothing had happened and returned to the living room.

"Feeling better, Bitch?" my neighbor asked.

My glassy eyes noticed my son crouched by the feet of our neighbor. Joel was busy cleaning the guy's shoes, and I couldn't be more happy. So what if this is what he wanted to do with his life? He could become our neighbor's sex slave for all I cared. It's not like I cared about the kid. If he really had a chance to serve a man as great as our neighbor, then who cares about serving our country!

"Yeaah..." I moaned lightly.

"You like my homemade spaghetti?" the neighbor chuckled meanly.

"Yeeaaah..." my voice came out drawn, "It feels really cold..."

"Man, you are a gross bitch, but I programmed you to fall deeper every time you humiliate yourself for me. Do you what I'm going to have you do next?"

"Nooo..."

"You're going to make your reservation at that restaurant," he looked me up and down, "And you'll go in those clothes you've soiled. Get drunk off your ass, alright Bitch? I want you to make a complete fool out of yourself."

I'd already turned to follow his orders when he turned back to my son, "I'm gonna play with little soldier boy here. Maybe I'll pass him around to my buddies so they can give him a try..."

I didn't hear what else was in store for Joel. I wasn't too bothered by my son. I'm sure he'd be able to make our neighbor happy. I was just excited to go to the steak house and start humiliating myself...

#gay mind control #humiliation kink #embarassing #gross

[project-zorthania]

#altmal #altair ibn la'ahad #malik al sayf #an assassin trained in every conceivable way to kill and he can't even swim #embarassing #my ac

[in-the-blue]

#sean ford #cmnm #embarassing #twink #twunk #gay

[bioluminesced]

its them the xmens

#embarassing #in 2023 #im cringe but im free #xmfc #xmen first class #charles xavier #professor x #xmen prequels #magneto #erik lensherr #x men first class #xmen #white man wednesday

[baiyubai]

it's been almost a year since I drew a kitchen weilan

#a whole year of drawing SW and I still can't remember the way he styles his hair #I always need to look up where his parting is #embarassing #anyway #guardian #镇魂 guardian #my art #weilan

[takami-takami]

Keigo is so sexy and he doesn't even have to try. It's just his aura, his stance, his gait, his voice, his fucking words. It's so fucking unfair.

Little things, like the buttery richness of his voice buzzing in his throat when he hums "mmh?" instead of asking "what is it".

His little mannerisms; how he quirks his head or taps his boots or bares his teeth when he smiles or flicks his pen when he fidgets like it's a goddamn butterfly knife.

It's like. Keigo has a boyish demeanor that's saturated in pretty, but still demands recognition as unmistakably masculine. The kind of manhood you can practically smell, that invades your senses and draws you in like fucking pheromones.

He's the perfect blend of earthy grit and warm, supple skin.

His handshakes are firm. His legs spread when he lounges back— but he's still so soft, almost nurturing even with how much he cares. Protective.

#am i ovulating or something. wtf is wrong with me #v voice: boy smell >_< !!! boy smell!!!! #gET IT TOGETHER #FOR CHRISTS SAKE #EMBARASSING #wanna mouth at his. #🐇 rambles

[hyuckonia]

malleus masquerade starts tonight on en server.... IM SO READY,!!,!,., :W )(RAGGED BREATHING)[CAR CRASH] [GLASS SHATTERING] 'GOOD LORD!' [GENERAL COMMOTION] [BABY CRYING] 'WAAAAH WAAAAH' [YELLING] [POLICE SIRENS] WEEWOO WEEWOO [HELICOPTERS] 'WE'RE REPORTING LIVE-' [EXPLOSION] 'MY LEG...MY LEG...'........ . .. ....

#alot of shrouds here but idia is tew damn funny #did half of these watching Surf's Up 2: WaveMania #also had to retype that tag 5 times #posting on an IPAD #embarassing #twisted wonderland #twst #fanart #memes #meme #lilia vanrouge #ace trappola #deuce spade #vil schoenheit #ruggie bucchi #leona kingscholar #idia shroud #ortho shroud #cater diamond #azul ashengrotto #twst meme #if i don't get malleus tonight you WILL see me on the news #hyuckscraps

[rvspecter]

#harvey specter #mike ross #marvey #suits tv #suits usa #lol #HOW MANY TIMES DOES HE NEED TO REJECT U HARVEY #embarassing

[my-castles-crumbling]

Nah I’m fine I’m just internally cringing about that slightly weird thing I said ten years ago that nobody remembers but is a core memory for me now.

#social awkwardness #awkward #social anxiety #anxiety #embarassing #cringe #i am not mentally well #mentally unstable #mentally fucked

[ineffable-hubbiewubbies]

dr gregory “danger” house is NOTTT beating the gay allegations and im starting to think he doesnt want to

#he wants ppl to think hes dating wilson SOOO bad #embarassing #house #hilson #house md #hate crimes md

[enm-enthusiast]

Halloween Spirit Stripping

I thought when they told me it was a haunted house party, that it was just a theme party in an abandoned old house in the neighborhood. I was proven oh so disastrously wrong when upon arriving, after hanging out with my friends in my business suit costume I started feeling strangely horny...

I couldn't quite explain why but I suddenly felt like tearing my best friend's clothes off and riding his cock until he came inside me. I had to get away and calm down so I excused myself from the group and found an empty old bedroom. I locked the door behind me and my strange and sudden horniness was passing, when suddenly the room got very cold.

Suddenly, I felt something tug on my left suit sleeve and I heard and felt a loud rip that tore open the sleeve! I couldn't believe my eyes, I was so stunned that I almost missed another tug at my other sleeve that ripped open as well. I was starting to feel really scared now, but that strange horny feeling returned and I could feel my cock starting to get hard in my pants.

I was starting to feel little tugs and pulls all over my body, distracting me so I couldn't prevent more rips and tears at my clothes. Before I knew it, my suit jacket was torn to shreds and my belt was undone, and next I swore I felt a presence akin to someone's face directly pressed against mine. I then felt invisible hands grab the front of my shirt and pulled, a loud ripping sound tore it open exposing my bare chest to cold.

I tried to pull up my pants when I noticed they were being ripped away from me, and my cock was fully hard inside my gray boxer briefs but I was too distracted by the invisible hands that kept trying to pry away my pants. It was all in vain as what was left of them fell to the floor, heat flooded my face as I felt something tap my bottom and turned around.

My suit jacket was in shreds at this point, and all that I had left was what remained of my shirt and my underwear. As I turned to try and face whatever had seemed to slap my ass those invisible hands reached at the back collar of my shirt and before I could react they pulled and ripped straight down, exposing my bare back.

They weren't done yet as I felt something tugging at the waistband of my underwear and before I knew it, I felt cold air around my bare ass cheeks, I turned to see who it was that was stripping me but again no one was there. It seemed this place truly was haunted, and tonight on Halloween they decided the trick was on me. I tried to save what was left of my underwear but all the invisible hands pried them away from me, leaving me completely naked! As my cock flopped around in the open I swore I felt one of those hands wrap around my shaft and softly stroke the organ.

I threw my head in the air and bit my lip to suppress my moan of pleasure. My cock quickly started to get hard again, but then just as swiftly as they came, the presences around me seemed to vanish, all except for one as I heard someone whisper in my ear:

"Good luck out there sexy, happy Halloween"...it said before giving my bare ass another slap, and then suddenly it was gone too, leaving me there, standing fully naked with a very obvious erection. I heard a knock at the door and heard my best friend asking if I was alright, and I looked down at myself and chuckled weakly as i thought to myself "it's going to be a long night...hopefully it will be a fun one at least".

The end.

Author's Note:

I hope you all enjoyed this short little story to go along with the photoshoot of me being 'stripped' by some naughty Halloween ghosts. Yes that is me in the photos, fully naked and exposed for you all to see 🙈

I hope you enjoyed seeing the author get a taste of his own medicine, and have a happy Halloween everyone!

#enm #enm stripped humiliation #gay #stripped #embarassing #halloween #enm story

[hi-land]

fav couple in my game rn

#i made two poses for them but the other didnt work lol #embarassing #still obsessed tho #sims 4 #ts4 #s4 #sevyn #kish

[silvyysthings]

creepy stylist who never misses an opportunity to show tim 🤦‍♀️

#not posting #timothée chalamet #haider ackermann #embarassing

[shannonallaround]

Christmas time = otp fanart time

also posted on Instagram

#lol forgot to post this hahaaaa #embarassing #it's the original otp! the original blorbos!! #i love them ahhh #shannon's art #it's not christmas unless I draw them at least a few times #mickey and minnie #mickey mouse #minnie mouse #mickey x minnie #christmas fanart #winter fanart #disney fanart #mice fanart #mickey mouse fanart #disney #christmas

[witchinatree]

the magnus archives is officially too much of an influence on my life

i've been learning french for almost a month now and it means i'm saying "my name is" a lot more and every time i say it or read it my mind just goes to "je mappelle martin blackwood et je suis non solitaire plus"

or like when i'm practicing spanish!!!!! what the fuck!!!!! "me llamo martin blackwood y yo no soy solitario nunca màs"

GET OUT OF MY HEAD.

LEAVE ME ALONE [flashbang] AAAAGHHHH (/ref)

#its “my name is martin blackwood and i'm not lonely anymore” if u cant tell #☹️ #like this is just #embarassing #i am not happy about my ability to quote the magnus archives in three languages #also PLEASE pardon the shitty grammar i dont know spanish or french fluently :( i am just a learner :( #the magnus archives #do not archive #dont let jonny see this one PLEASE #the magnus archive #tma #magnus archives #the magnus pod #martin blackwood #my name is 😔😔