#and naughty stuff if that takes your fancy

[pussycat-scribbles]

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[reveluving]

graves trying to fuck his shy wife in the car somewhere but shes worried someone will see and all that so he has to assure her it'll be just fine

SHIET BARK WOOF WOOF BARK 🗣️🔊 BABY, YOUR MIND!!!! THANK YOU 🫶🏼

Includes: car s~mut (minors DNI!), teasing in public, praising, dirty talking, one (1) spanking

COD x shy!wife thots closed! Thank you, everyone, for your time & amazing minds! I sincerely hope I can do this again with y'all soon! 💌

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To say you looked ethereal in the dress he bought for you was an understatement.

“Phil–!” You stammered, digging your nails into his jacket as he thrust his hips upwards. One of his hands held the back of your head, bringing you in for a passionate kiss—your glossy lips sending him to a drunken haze, while the other gripped your hips, bringing them up and down at an animalistic pace.

You could only imagine how much the car was shaking from the outside.

He had brought you to a fancy restaurant for your anniversary—the kind that needed a reservation months prior. And on the day of your special dinner, he left you a little surprise on the bed. 

Inside the black monochromatic gift box was a long, luxurious-looking dress, plus some matching jewellery. As if he hadn’t bought you plenty already.

And he knew had made one of the greatest decisions in his life when he finally got to see you wear it. 

It began with romantic kisses; anywhere from your hands and even went as far as nuzzling your cheeks, listening to your giggles as his stubble tickled you.

And then, he took a few steps further. 

Your body never stopped heating up when he started leaving lazy kisses on your neck, sighing contently as your breath hitched each time. Nor did he ever stop staring at you even when your food arrived. You were lucky your table was far from the eyes of the customers, though you couldn’t say the same about the waiters and waitresses. The side split only gained his access for his naughty hands to roam and slide up your legs.

And yet he spoonfed you his food and even joked around about random topics as if one of his hands wasn’t squeezing and stroking your thigh—the coldness of his wedding band contrasting to the rising temperature of your own body. 

You couldn’t do anything about the smugness on your husband’s face, even teasing you by asking if you were alright—he knew you’d likely let out a cute moan of yours if you did attempt to answer him.

And as soon as he paid for the meal, he spared you the endless torture, partially because, he, too, couldn’t resist any longer.

Upon entering the car, he immediately pulled you to his lap. He didn’t waste any time, bunching up your dress to reveal your ass, then pulling your panties to the side.

“Phil—! Wait!” You squeaked, looking left and right in fear of anyone passing by in the parking lot. Your husband cooed almost condescendingly as you hid your face in his neck. 

“What’s wrong? Don’t y’want me to touch you?” His hand made its way under your dress, then past the crotch area of your damp underwear, biting down a smirk as your slick smeared his fingers. He hummed in approval, “I know I do. ‘Can feel this pretty pussy making a mess—fuck.”

You were mentally debating on begging him to take you this instant or to drive you home to be fucked. But your resolve was breaking, damn near disappearing, as if his indifference, or better yet, the thrill of getting caught in a public space was doing stuff to you.

He snapped you out of your thoughts real fast when he slapped your ass. Your yelp turned into whines when he began massaging them to soothe the sting.

“C’mon,” He assured you, though if you weren’t so lightheaded, you would’ve noticed the hint of desperation in his tone, “Need t’fuck my wife stupid in her pretty dress,” He pinched on the fabric of your dress for a moment, “So fucking beautiful f’me.”

You couldn’t help but throw your head back as he slid his hands up your back, watching your face contort with great intensity. 

It didn’t take long for him to convince you, and when he took his cock out of his pants—slapping against his stomach as he finally rid himself of the constriction, your self-control finally broke.

Just like he did.

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[fanficsforfun]

Sleepover in the apocalypse

Pairing: Merle Dixon x female reader

Era: Atlanta camp (season 1)

Word count: 1,2k

Warnings: mild language, mentions of walkers, a very brief (literally one sentence long) mention of Merle's drug abuse. Otherwise all fluffy

Summary: Nights are the hardest in the world after the outbreak... that is until Merle asks you to come over to his tent for the night

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It was late evening in the Atlanta camp, most people were getting to bed already, apart from Morales, of course, who was on watch. You were still sitting by the fireplace, although the fire had been put out a while ago. It was peaceful, nothing alarming anywhere. Yet you were restless. Earlier in the week you had come across a walker while gathering firewood, and despite surviving without injuries, it still bothered you. The very thought made you shiver with disgust. Dead people walking, who could have believed. Zombies were supposed to stay in horror movies but they hadn’t. You tried your best to banish such thoughts, with no success at all. The empty eyes, ragged clothes, bite wounds, sickening smell, everything, kept coming into your mind, no matter how hard you tried not to think about it. 

You had curled up in a ball on the log, your head resting on your arms. Perhaps that's what caught Merle's attention as he walked back towards his tent after taking a piss.

“Ya alright, darlin’?” He asked.

You flinched when he spoke, somehow not having noticed him until he was right next to you.

"Yeah, no problem", you decided to lie, not too keen on showing people how difficult it was for you to keep your shit together in this new world.

“No problem my ass!” Came Merle’s reply. “Yer scared.”

You glanced at him, then shrugged your shoulders. “So? Who isn’t?”

“Me. There ain’t a thing out there that scares me.”

You turned to face Merle, looking at him quietly, not sure if you believed him or not. He seemed fearless, that much you had to admit. Like he was made for this kind of living. Surely it helped that he had been in the army too, probably they had learned stuff that was useful now when the world had gone all to hell. 

What he said next, however, you hadn't expected.

"How about ya come over to my tent tonight? I’ll make sure none of ‘em walkers or any other kind of creeps bother ya.”

“I, um…”, you started, tempted to accept his offer even though you knew what a flirt he was and believed he most certainly had naughty ulterior motives. 

“C’mon sugar, there ain’t no safer place here than my tent”, Merle urged.

“Okay then, I’ll just go and get my sleeping bag and ground pad”, you decided to take the chance. Surely you’d be more comfortable with him than alone. And to tell the truth, you liked Merle's attention. When he was sober anyway.

“Do ya want me to walk ya there?”

“If you’d be so kind”, you replied sheepishly. You felt embarrassed that you were actually afraid to walk around the camp alone, especially at night, and undoubtedly Merle was able to figure that out.

“Sure thing, honey”, he smiled.

You two made your way to your tent in the darkening evening. Merle waited outside while you picked up your stuff and crawled out with them. He then placed his hand protectively on your upper back as he escorted you through the camp to his tent. His touch made you shiver unintentionally. The forest smelled like autumn, Merle's hand was warm on your back, you could feel it through your sweater. The whole situation didn’t feel real.

"Thanks for letting me come over", you said quietly.

"Of course", he smirked. "There's always that much space in my tent."

“Well then, make yourself comfortable”, Merle nodded towards the entrance. 

You smiled at him and stepped in, and then started unpacking your stuff. Merle had only a sleeping bag and pad like you, no cot or anything else fancy. The man sat on a piece of log outside the tent, watching you until you'd got your sleeping gear in place and sat down to take your shoes off. Only then he followed you and laid down on his sleeping bag. 

"It's been a while since I've had a girl over", he joked.

"That's what apocalypses cause", you replied while wriggling into your sleeping bag. 

Merle laughed and had to agree.

However, you didn't keep chatting for very long, and not so long after Merle fell asleep. For you it wasn’t as easy. It had started to wind and it rustled the tent, making it harder to hear if someone, or something, was moving outside. You were getting scared again, and the darkness certainly didn't help. You were barely able to see the silhouette of Merle sleeping on the other side of the tent. You tried to concentrate on the fact that he was there, then on your breathing and the sleeping bag around you, until you couldn't take it anymore.

“Um, Merle?” You asked quietly.

“Yeah?”

Apparently he wasn’t asleep. Or maybe he was a light sleeper. Either way, you were happy he was alert and listening to you.

“Could I… come closer?”

“Sure thing, darlin’. As close as ya like.”

You quickly slipped out of your sleeping bag and moved it and the pad right next to Merle. It brought a grin to his face.

“Should have asked ya to stay overnight a long time ago”, he chuckled.

“Don’t get any stupid ideas now”, you warned him, not in the mood for funny business. You just wanted to get some sleep.

“Don’t worry, sugar, I ain’t gonna do a thing”, Merle soothed you, sounding like he was serious for once.

You decided to believe him and got back in your sleeping bag. Merle had turned on his side and was watching you in the dark tent. You were less than an arm's length away from him, and despite his promise, he was tempted to touch you.

"Hey, just come all the way over here if ya like", he suggested softly.

The offer sent a warm wave of pleasure through you, yet you hesitated for a moment before rolling over to him with your sleeping bag. He might break his promise, but it was a risk you had to take. You bumped into him back first, and he pushed your sleeping bag aside just enough to wrap his arm around your waist. The touch made you shiver, and you pressed yourself tighter against him. It was crazy, you had never been so close to him before.

"Any better?" Merle murmured in your ear. 

You shivered again, mumbling affirmatively. It was better, much better. His body was warm against yours, his arm strong around your waist. You felt safe there, a feeling you hadn’t had after the outbreak.

“Good”, came his reply so deeply it got your heart fluttering. “Sleep tight.”

To your surprise, Merle didn’t try anything after that, he just held you close. You had thought he wouldn’t leave it there, he’d at least try to fuck you, but no. Gradually you relaxed and eventually managed to fall asleep in his arms. Merle stayed awake for a bit longer, enjoying having you there even if just sleeping, literally.

#merle dixon #merle dixon x reader #merle dixon imagine #twd #the walking dead #fluff

[ronearoundblindly]

A, D, E for jimothy please? 🥺💕

Prompts from this dirty ask game, and since I am not able to make a story canonically accurate to time period or the location of The Loss of a Teardrop Diamond (plus I grew up in the South *gag* and don't want to relive it), this is for the Common Education, a modern AU, where Jimmy is finally taking advantage of his scholarship to NYU (not Ole Miss b/c *more gagging* sorry).

These asks do contain explicit description, so MINORS DNI.

A - Alone Time

I don't even care if this is a spoiler, but you catch him masturbating once, before you two ever even admit feelings for each other.

Jimmy's roommate, Steve, is an art history major taking several of your classes. Since Steve is sickly, you were kind enough to set up a video feed of your lectures, and Steve often plays them whenever he's feeling up to studying/reviewing. Jimmy is very used to hearing your voice come from the adjoining room of his dorm suite.

What he doesn't realize, as he's daydreaming about you laid out on one of those flimsy tables on the lecture hall platform, is you are actually visiting your student to see how Steve is doing. Jimmy isn't listening to the exact conversation; he's just thinking about you muttering quietly as he runs his hands over you.

And then Jimmy 'imagines' you saying his name, chanting it really, loudly because his touch feels so good, and he reaches his end with an "'m coming' out loud.

Which made you--who was actually knocking to say a quick hello to your former student--think it's okay to open the door, and he scrambles to cover himself in bed, mid-orgasm.

🥴 so get excited for that tale...

At the general store he took over from his drunk father back home, he only needed a computer that could calculate finances and contact suppliers, do some inventory tracking, etc. He didn't need a fancy laptop and he didn't need it at home, so Jimmy has never bothered much with porn. He had some casual girlfriends over the years, and Jimmy is...pretty good-looking. He never hurt for company.

Working 16 hour days regularly also left very little time to care about anything other than sleep.

D - Dominance

Jimmy might not be forward, but, yes, he is dominant. The largest population in his hometown was farm animals, and his own parents were a terrible example of a relationship. We are lucky he knows not to just mount someone he likes and stuff his dick in.

Jimmy was one of those men who didn't understand female pleasure until a knock-down, drag-out, drunk screaming fight with his ex at a bar. To be fair, how would he know he hadn't made her come if she faked it every time?

Anyway, he's dominant in the way that he's pretty raunchy in bed. He praises and coaches you as much as he orchestrates your position. He also does all this with respectful vocabulary but in an extremely dirty voice.

It's, uh... It's good. It's real good.

E - Extra Info

He has smoked for so long he has an oral fixation. Enjoys using his mouth on you very much. If he weren't quite vanilla in his sexual tastes, he'd probably realize there's a reason he loves you in a choker necklace. Just saying. Oh! And Jimmy go nuts over dainty, feminine things you wear. Lace panties are kinda his pinnacle of 'needs to fuck now' if he sees you wearing them.

He's never admitted to another living soul that he's had a fantasy about being cockwarmed while he stands behind the store cash register. Also, last but not least, Jimmy gets way more aggressively naughty during sex the fancier/nicer yours/his clothes are. I don't have an explanation for that, but I know it's a fact. So there. 😁

Thank you for asking!

[Main Masterlist; Dirty Asks Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

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[goodnightmemes]

GONE GIRL (2014) SENTENCE STARTERS

❛ What have we done to each other? ❜

❛ I'm the guy to save you from all this awesomeness. ❜

❛ I think it's your chin. Yeah, it's quite villainous. ❜

❛ I have to kiss you now. ❜

❛ Life. I don't remember the point. ❜

❛ Go home, fuck her brains out, slap her with your penis. "There's some wood for you, bitch." ❜

❛ Now, I don't panic easily...but it's weird, right? ❜

❛ Should I be concerned? ❜

❛ I love your parents...but they really can be assholes. ❜

❛ I love having strangers pick at my scabs. ❜

❛ You have a world-class vagina. ❜

❛ We are gonna take this very, very seriously. ❜

❛ I feel like I'm on a Law & Order episode. ❜

❛ Should I know my wife's blood type? ❜

❛ Marriage is hard work, and compromise, and more work. ❜

❛ You naughty minx. ❜

❛ We're so cute. I wanna punch us in the face. ❜

❛ Everyone knows "complicated" is code for "bitch." ❜

❛ It seems like the kind of thing that would happen to [name]. ❜

❛ Just because I don't like to be around [name] doesn't mean I don't care about her. ❜

❛ Anyway, whoever took her is bound to bring her back. ❜

❛ Well, we have our first clue. ❜

❛ You've been up all night. You wanna look like you've been up all night. ❜

❛ Hey, be careful today, okay? ❜

❛ I'll balance on the exact fucking edge of your emotional razor. ❜

❛ I knew you never should have moved back here. ❜

❛ We are all worried. We are all scared. ❜

❛ We had to file a restraining order. ❜

❛ I'm hoping you can tell me what this means. ❜

❛ Hello, stranger. Fancy meeting you here. ❜

❛ Are you following me? ❜

❛ Promise me we'll never be like them. ❜

❛ If it happens, we'll deal with it. ❜

❛ We have each other. Everything else is background noise. ❜

❛ You don't trust me. You don't trust my judgment. ❜

❛ I don't get why you're daring me to be someone I don't wanna be. ❜

❛ You look like hammered shit. ❜

❛ You really don't like him, do you? ❜

❛ Could you please not share that with anyone? ❜

❛ It's like you're the goddamn Homecoming King. ❜

❛ It looked like you were having fun. ❜

❛ I am in a nightmare! ❜

❛ My God, this place literally smells like feces. ❜

❛ Hey...have you told me everything? ❜

❛ All I want is to come over here, have a beer with you, and not be judged. Can we do that? ❜

❛ I'm gonna go Benadryl myself to sleep. ❜

❛ I feel like I could disappear. ❜

❛ I called you a hundred times. You gotta pick up your phone! ❜

❛ I needed to see you. I know this is a bad idea. ❜

❛ Can you at least tell me you love me? ❜

❛ Did you, by any chance, tell anybody anything about us? ❜

❛ Did you leave a pair of red panties in my office? ❜

❛ Never say that out loud again. ❜

❛ It's our last time together. Let's make the most of it. ❜

❛ Last night, I went from desperate to pathetic. I became someone I don't even like. ❜

❛ We could have had this fight four hours ago. I'm late. ❜

❛ You're a fucking coward. ❜

❛ For Valentine's Day, I thought I'd buy a gun. ❜

❛ I'm being paranoid. Crazy. It's just... I'd sleep better with a gun. ❜

❛ You fucking idiot. You fucking asshole! You fucking lied to my fucking face! ❜

❛ If anybody finds out, you're totally fucked. ❜

❛ I was scared for you before, and now, I'm fucking petrified. ❜

❛ But the truth is, you'd have to be a sociopath to behave normally in this situation because it's the most abnormal situation in the world. ❜

❛ I'm so sick of being picked apart by women. ❜

❛ I have nothing to hide. ❜

❛ You have to fucking talk to me! ❜

❛ Why have you kept this stuff? It's like a little box of hate. ❜

❛ I love you no matter what. But you need to tell me. ❜

❛ Are you asking me if I killed my wife? ❜

❛ Because sometimes the way he looks at me I think...He may truly kill me. ❜

❛ I am so much happier now that I'm dead. ❜

❛ Let the punishment fit the crime. ❜

❛ You need to bleed. A lot. A lot, a lot. ❜

❛ But, then, we never really existed. ❜

❛ He loved a girl I was pretending to be. ❜

❛ "Cool Girl. " Men always use that as their defining compliment. ❜

❛ I was fucking game. ❜

❛ What's the point of being together if you're not the happiest? ❜

❛ You think I'd let him destroy me and end up happier than ever? No fucking way. ❜

❛ I need 20 seconds where you don't judge me, interrupt me or get angry. ❜

❛ You married a complete psychopath. ❜

❛ Part of me was relieved when I thought she was gone. ❜

❛ As long as you don't own a python and blast death metal at 4 AM, we're gonna be best friends. ❜

❛ Least you could do is not keep his secrets for him. ❜

❛ I believe you. It's just the craziest thing I've ever heard. ❜

❛ I always wondered why you kept in touch after...everything. ❜

❛ The whole thing just feels hinky. ❜

❛ Whatever they found, I think it's safe to assume that it's very bad. ❜

❛ Don't take it personally. ❜

❛ I thought we were steering clear of men for a while. ❜

❛ I'm not sad. I'm angry. ❜

❛ Why should I die? I'm not the asshole. ❜

❛ That sounds like a very bad idea. ❜

❛ This is a ticking time bomb. You've gotta throw yourself on it. ❜

❛ Where is the money, sweetheart? ❜

❛ You're hiding. I don't know why, and I don't really care. ❜

❛ There are a lot of people out there a lot worse than we are. ❜

❛ Every time you look smug or annoyed or tense, I'm gonna hit you with a gummy bear. ❜

❛ Knowing you were out there was the only thing that's kept me going these past few years. ❜

❛ Why are you so good to me? ❜

❛ Why is she dressed like a babysitter? ❜

❛ Come on, you're staring at ghosts. ❜

❛ Not that I don't appreciate Bait Shop Chic. ❜

❛ There are cameras everywhere. ❜

❛ You are more than safe, and I am not letting you get away again. ❜

❛ You're probably the most hated man in America right now. ❜

❛ Just because I am not a murderer doesn't make me a good guy. I'm not a good guy. ❜

❛ And if you come back, I promise I will spend every day making it up to you. ❜

❛ They disliked me, they liked me, they hated me. And now they love me. ❜

❛ I gave you the benefit of the doubt over and over. Every time you said something stupid, I thought, "Maybe he's just stupid." ❜

❛ I've forgotten how to behave. ❜

❛ Fire doesn't erase blood. ❜

❛ Come home. I dare you. ❜

❛ You fucking bitch. ❜

❛ She slit his throat with a box cutter. ❜

❛ All right, you can stop pretending now. ❜

❛ You do know I was just telling you what you wanted to hear, right? ❜

❛ You know me in your marrow. ❜

❛ Take off your clothes. I need to make sure you're not wearing a wire. ❜

❛ You killed someone. You're a murderer. ❜

❛ I'm a fighter. I fought my way back to you. ❜

❛ I'll make sure that no one forgets the pain you caused me. ❜

❛ When two people love each other and can't make that work...that's the real tragedy. ❜

❛ I swear, you two are the most fucked-up people I've ever known. ❜

❛ I would never, ever hurt you. ❜

❛ I don't care. I am leaving you. ❜

❛ I won't have to teach your child to hate you. He'll do that all by himself. ❜

❛ You fucking cunt! ❜

❛ The only time you liked yourself was when you were trying to be someone this cunt might like. ❜

❛ I've killed for you. Who else can say that? ❜

❛ Yes, I loved you. And then all we did was resent each other, and try to control each other. And cause each other pain. ❜

❛ You're breaking my heart. ❜

❛ You're my voice of reason. I need you with me on this. ❜

❛ Of course I'm with you. I was with you before we were even born. ❜

❛ We've been through the darkness. We've come out, united. ❜

#rp meme #sentence starters #rp sentence meme #sentence meme #rp prompt #roleplay meme #roleplay prompts #sentence starter meme #rp memes #rp prompts #*Movie #idk i just rewatched this

[starfoxnerd4instinct]

Fuck it, 2am Luke hcs, here we go! (Slight NSFW mention for like two things, but you have been warned!)

Deadass an animation film/series fan and has stayed up late for binges and new releases. No one has probably noticed that bc he usually has at least downed one 1.5 l cola during that and is surprisingly good at hiding being tired. Although... His eyebags usually give it away 🤣 And definitely drags anyone into a new animation movie he's interested in.

Surprisingly he CAN stomach Horror game speedruns, but not playing them himself. So if you want some horror stuff to watch with him, Speedruns from the Crypt in the GDQ Hotfix or just the horror block during speedrun events are your best bet to watch with him. But definitely be prepared to have literally any attempt on fucking him to do nothing. He's too concentrated on the run.

Last part's definitely the same with E-Sport competitions. If EVO or anything similar is on, you can definitely keep those naughty thoughts for at least 5 hours on the back burner. But at least it's even better afterwards.

Definitely too many graphic tees in his wardrobe, especially from games he likes or just some hilarious ones. So you might end up stealing a shirt from a game you don't know or something stupid like a neon pink shirt with Black was sadly sold out print on it or even a GDQ shirt.

Might not really admit it, but no way he wouldn't be a Vocaloid fan. Favorite producer? DIVELA. And definitely made the mistake of going through Beat Syncer and Is there a Heart in it? with translation. He was weeping during those songs (and can admit to that). Has an Sakura Miku chibi charm and a Hatsune Miku logo charm on the zipper of his bag.

Loves animals in general. Like you can send him a pic of a cute cat or a dog and he goes Aww! immediately. But definitely has a slight fear of spiders.

Definitely in the Bi-Pan spectrum and wouldn't be against a poly relationship, just be able to communicate properly and treat people like people and you have his heart. Also, loyal as hell, so cheating is going to hurt him like crazy.

Bro would take his s/o to Hado-Pizza for dates and it's perfect for him. No fancy stuff, just his s/o, him and some bomb ass pizza is all he needs. Same with Arcade dates and just lazy days at either his or his s/o's place.

Is at tournaments usually the one friendly guy who cheers for everyone, even if he's already out of the competition. He just has fun and is literally the positive energy in the room, even if someone with a character he hates to play against wins. Luke definitely appreciates skill before anything.

We don't need to discuss this bc of the current TMNT Collab, but Luke's definitely a monster at karaoke. Like, he let's everyone else have their go before he just goes ham. He's also cheesy AF when his s/o tags along, like singing cheesy love songs while either sitting next to his s/o or constantly looking at them cheesy. And you can't tell me he doesn't know Next to me by Leopold Da Vinci & Louis 707 by heart. Besides that, screamed himself hoarse to Smell of the Game, Find your One Way, DEVIL TRIGGER, Bury the Light or any other gaming OST featuring rock and metal.

Luke's also regularly the designated driver when going out with othes, bc you can seriously trust him to keep an eye out on everyone.

#street fighter 6 #luke sullivan #sf6 luke #luke street fighter #luke sf6 #headcanons

[starfac3]

hii so in a post you wanted someone to talk abt their mlp headcannons, i’m getting into mlp rn so id absolutely love 2 hear them! (also just a question from a new tumblr user, can you see my asks on my page?) feel free to message them or whatever tumblr response mechanism there is! ^ω^

-not forcing, Moss ^^

AH HI MOSS !! THANK YOU FOR THE ASK :] 💖

first off , yes i can see your ask button !!! and welcome to tumblr :)

i tried to respond to this 4 times and i lost all my text and almost cried so im gonna make this much shorter than it was supposed to be (8 paragraphs) 😞 PROBABLY A RELIEF FOR MOST OF U THO LOL i have too many headcanons but here are some of my headcanons and /or “perfect world” scenarios for mlp g4 :)

i cant put all of my hcs here but im gonna put the ones i tell most ppl !!! ALSO NOT ALL OF THESE ARE IN THE SAME UNIVERSE!!! (if anybody wants more, ask me something specific .. >:3 nyeheh)

💜 - the mane six minus twilight have all been friends their whole lives, but not as a friend group until twilight came along!!

🩵 - branching off of the last one, rarity has made outfits for ALL of the ponies before !! but pinkie pie has been by far her most loyal customer because yk she throws parties like triweekly !! rarity mostly specializes in dressmaking but can also make other types of stuff . :) pinkie pie and fluttershy both seperately have taken some sewing classes from rarity cuz they alwayss loved her stuff :)

💛 - fluttershy runs/works a petshop/veterinarian clinic

💖 - at some point , pinkie pie moves out of sugarcube corner and runs her own nightclub !! (but like its not a naughty club, this is ponyville we are talking about here !! just lots of candy and soda and DANCING AND GAMES :3) and pinkie pie would be the funnest momma evr >w<

💙 - rainbow dash becomes a coach for the wonderbolts / some sort of coach :)

🧡 - applejack would grow up and continue to just run her family business and have a family of her own !! applejack would be a very caring mother but also she wouldnt take shit from anypony!! if anybody bullied her kid she’d have to try so hard not to kick anypony that bothers her and her kids

🩵 - rarity never expands her business or gets big, but she’s happy with it! her store is independent and a gem that many talk about all around the nation. :) she would be a fun mom but she would spoil the kid a lot lolz

💜 - twilight works at a school as a science/math/magic teacher, book author or a librarian! she would be a pretty average mom IN THE NICEST WAY POSSIBLE just saying she’s just your average girl!! but she has lots of knowledge to share :3 !!

🩷 - either:

-mane six all are alicornized. you cant just give the order keepers of the nation some fancy crystals and tell them to go on with their day while one friend who happened to be a rich unicorn who went to a unicorn school and got hit with a rainbow beam turns into a goddess and you have to watch her outlive you, you make them all goddesses or none of them. especially if the gifted unicorn never asked to be alicornized.

or

- twilight and cadenza rule together. cadence was done so dirty :( she was given goddess powers just to be sent to a Far Off Land and the Twilight was favored to just RULE A WHOLE NATION ALONE. insanity. also they have been friends / chosen sisters for the longest time. this scenario would not only give cadence a better storyline, but also spit in the faces of “theres already 5 alicorns” ❗️

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there was nothing about vamp rarity because i havent expanded on her yet <//3 and also you guys have yet to see my whole cross-race breeding chart.. >:P

but thats all for now TwT sorry it still got long , i hope you or somepony enjoyed !! if anypony draw/write something off of these PLEASE tag me just cuz i NEED content with these !!!!!!! :33 plzplzplzplz and tag me in any pony art/writing/ etc :3 anybody feel free to ask for more !!! bye bye <33

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[melanieph321]

"Okay okay so how about one where, the some of the Man Utd teammates are having dinner at a fancy place. Late in the dinner Antony gets bored and starts whispering naughty naughty things to Lisandro. But licha can’t do anything but just squeeze down on Tony’s thigh since everyone else is talking mostly to licha"

You ask and you shall receive!

Enjoy!

Almost the whole team were gathered for dinner, everyone except for Antony, who was late.

"Why is he late?" Lisandro thought to himself. He had to recheck his messages to see if he had texted Antony the right address. He had, still, Antony was late.

It was unlike him and Lisandro hated it, because it made him wonder, "Is he with someone else?"

"Sorry I'm late!"

Lisandro sighed in relief seeing Antony stumble into the obscure section of the restaurant where the team had their table. He wore a leather jacket, black pants and white shoes. All Gucci.

"You're late." Lisandro whispered before pulling Antony a chair to sit next to him.

"Sorry about that, I had some stuff to set up at the house?"

"What stuff?"

"Don't worry about it." He said, taking a seat and acknowleding his temates.

Lisandro frowned "What do you mean don't worry about it?" Obviously this would make him worry about it more.

"You'll see when we get home." Antony said, patting Lisandro's thigh. He let his hand remin there.

Lisandro sat back, still wondering why Antony didn't want to tell him exactly why he arrived late. To be honest he was just glad that Antony was with him now and not with someone else.

The night went on with the team going for a round of drinks before being served what Scott McTominay refered to as, the best Haggis in town.

"What's a Haggis?" Bruno Fernades said. He was looking down on his plate frowning. So did the other non British players, including Lisandro and Antony.

"It's like a mince pie shoved into a sheeps stomach." Scott said.

"A what, shoved into a what?" Players like Bruno pushed their plates in front of them, refusing to eat. Other players like Harry Maguire started digging in like it was a regular Sunday dinner.

"Ugh, I think I'm gonna be sick." Antony said, shoving his plate aside.

"Did you taste it?" Lisandro asked.

"No, but the smell of it..."

"Say no more." Lisandro grimace. He hated mince pie. To think of it stuffed into a sheeps stomach made him question British cuisine entirely. Thank god for Alcohol, Lisandro thought. Scott was paying for everyone drinks, in that way keeping all of them happy. Welp, everyone except for Antony.

"I'm bored." He sighed. "Let's get out of here."

"Can't" Lisandro shrugged.

"Why not?" Antony hand squeezed Lisandro's thigh.

"I promised to give Fred a ride home."  Lisandro removed Antony's hand from his thigh. He was unfaced by Antonys attempt to force a reaction out of him. Antony however, remained steadfast, leaning in to whisper in Lisandro's ear. "You sure? I got somthing for us at home."

Lisandro looked ahead of him but raised a curious brow.

"Come on Licha, don't you want me to show you what I got?"

"Later." Lisandro muttered, once again forced to remove Antony's eager hand from his thigh as it krept closer to his already stiff erection.

He sat back in frustration. "Why are you no fun Licha?"

Lisandro would rember these words for when they got home, which were around midnight after dropping off Fred at his house.

"Almost there."

Antony insistead on covering Lisandro's eyes with his hands as he lead him through the house.

"Don't tell me you bought another stupid gear like that disco pooltable?"

"Actually I did, but I have a feeling your going to like this one."

"I doubt that." Lisandro snorted. Just then Antony made him stumble over the threshold leading out to the patio.

"Watch it." He hissed.

"Sorry." Antony cringed. "Either way you can look now."

They stood outside on the patio. Lisandro batted his eyes adjusting to the dark night. He shook his head. "What exactly am I looking at?"

"Ta da!" Antony stood posing In front of a giant black box.

"A box?" Lisandro frowned. "You bought us a giant black box.

"No Licha." Antony's hands searched for somthing on tge top, a button. Pressing down on it the flap folded open, reavilng a well of blue light.

A smile twitched the corner Lisandro's lips as the blue collar painted the walls around them.

"It's a Jacuzzi." Antony said.

"I can see that."

"Not to bad ey?" Antony grinned, seeing Lisandro didn't yell at him for buying another stupid gear. "I've been busy all day setting it up. That's why I was late for dinner tonight."

Lisandro nodded his head understandingly. "Let's not waste anymore time then."

"Oh."

Antony stumbled back against the jacuzzi as Lisandro stepped forwards, hooking an arm around his neck and pulling his face against his own.

Antony tilted his head back, making Lisandro latch on to his neck, serenading it with wet kisses. "So does this mean I get to buy whatever I want without you questioning my decisions?"

"Shut up." Lisandro huffed, his hands moving on to strip Antony of his jacket. His shirt was next, Lisandro peeling it up and over Antony's head.

"Get in the pool." He commanded.

"With my pants on?" Antony frowned.

"Do as I say. This one is for me not you" Lisandro remembered Antony's teasing at dinner. He would learn not to do that again.

"So...are you getting in with me or what?" Antony stood with water up to his waist, not knowing Lisandro's further intentions.

"Sit down." Lisandro said, watching him spitefully. Antony did what was told and got neck deep with water as he brought himself to his knees.

"Don't take your eyes off me." Lisandro wanted Antony to watch what he had done to him, the suffering Antony had caused him. He began by kicking off his shoes. Then he peeled of his jacket and shirt. He let his hands linger on his belt, making sure to lock eyes with Antony as he revealed his rock hard erection.

"Look what you've done to me." He grunted. "I wanted to fuck your brains out right there at the dinner table."

"Why didn't you?" Antony smiled.

"Cuz you're going to fuck me now with your mouth."

Lisandro stripped himself of his pants and climbed into the jacuzzi. The water was steaming hot, however the sensation was soothing against his skin. He placed himself in front of Antony who remained on his knees.

"Fuck me." He commanded and so Antony took him in, his tounge warm against the tip of his cock. Antony took him in deep, making Lisandro grunt with the sensation. His hand went to rest on Antony's head, pacing him as it got harder not to come.

"Fuck...Tony."

Antony slurred Lisandro's cock in his mouth, wetness dripping down from the side of his mouth. Lisandro had yet given him permission to use his hands, but once he did it was game over for Lisandro.

"Fuuuck."

He fell back with the release, creating small waves in the water. Antony moved to rest his head against Lisandro's chest as the two of them went on to listen to the sounds of the night. The stars in the sky made it a perfect night.

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[your-divine-ribs]

Christmas with my characters…

Words: 5.7k

Some of my characters are on the nice list and some are on the naughty list! 🎄

Dad Van, Prof Van, Devil Next Door Van, Prof Bond, Red Van

I know it’s not Christmas but I’m trying to get everything uploaded and I didn’t want to wait until December to do it!

Character Headcanons Main Masterlist

Dad Van (naughty list)

💗 The McCann family had lots of festive traditions and one of your favourites involved Christmas Day attire. This usually meant seasonal jumpers, the uglier and more garish the better. You and Van were always trying to outdo each other, much to the kids delight.

💗 Van had won last year, really outdoing himself by wearing the most hideous sweater you'd ever laid eyes on, bright red with a huge Santa embellishment that played "we wish you a merry Christmas" whenever you pressed its belly.

💗 There was no way you were letting him win this year though... no way at all. You were going to go all out in full fancy dress. There's no way he'd be able to compete.

💗 You supposed the adult fancy dress website should have raised a few red flags as you perused the stock, but you were in a hurry when you added the Mrs Santa Claus outfit to the basket and checked out, selecting next day delivery.

💗 "Holy sh..." Van slapped a hand over his mouth to stem the curse-word as you emerged on Christmas Day in your outfit.

💗 You shuffled into the kitchen in your stilleto heels, fishnet stockings with festive garter and tiny little fur-trimmed Santa dress that was bordering on indecent. "Ta-dah!" You announced, giving the family a twirl... and most probably an eye-full.

💗 Leo clapped his hands and shouted "Mummy Santa!" Grace's mouth dropped wide open and Van's eyes were practically bugging out of his head. Your outfit clearly eclipsed the lurid green Christmas tree jumper he wore, even with the twinkling fairy lights it featured. There was no contest.

💗 "Mummy's the winner!" Grace declared, fluffing up the fur that lined the hem of your dress, completely oblivious to the brazen sluttiness of your attire. "You look so pretty, like a princess from a Christmas movie!"

💗 "Thank you sweetie," you giggled whilst Van muttered under his breath "not the sort of movie you should be watching Gracie!"

💗 Preparing Christmas dinner had never been so much fun. Van could look but he couldn't touch, even with the kids busy in the living room playing with their new toys the risk was too great for any shenanigans.

💗 You took full advantage of course, playing it like an actress from a bad porno, licking your lips lasciviously as you tasted the food, bending over provocatively to check the food in the oven. Van looked like he was about to explode, wiping beads of sweat from his brow as his horniness increased.

💗 "This is like torture love," he complained as he watched you longingly from across the room. "I'm not sure about Santa coming early, but I bloody will if ya carry on like that!"

💗 "But I'm only making dinner!" You smirked, taking a sip of your bucks-fizz, eyeing him with amusement over the top of your glass.

💗 Van couldn't take his eyes off you over dinner, even the delicious food piled high on his plate didn't distract from the tempting sight before him, but then you were practically spilling out of your tight-fitting dress.

💗 So it was no surprise when Van announced over dessert that Mary and Bernie were coming to pick up the kids for a Christmas evening viewing of Home Alone. "Kids... grandma and grandad said they really wanted to watch it with you. I bet they've got loads of chocolate round there for you to eat as well and it'll only be for a few hours before bedtime."

💗 "But mummy says we can't eat sweet stuff before bed 'cos our teeth will rot and fall out!" Grace protested, but Van assured her that the tooth fairy and Santa had come to some sort of festive agreement this year.

💗 "I can't believe you've sent the kids off on Christmas night just to get a shag!" You grinned at your husband as he advanced on you, pressing you up against the kitchen table as soon as the front door slammed shut.

💗 "What do ya expect teasing me like that, eh? You really are a bad girl aren't ya?" His eyes were sparkling with hungry fire as he picked you up effortlessly and perched you on the table, eager fingers running up your stocking-clad thighs. "Christ love... you've no idea how turned on I am right now."

💗 "Actually I do have an idea," you smirked back at him as you felt his hardness pressing into your silk-covered core. "I was gonna say is that a candy-cane in your pocket or are you just pleased to see me!"

💗 "Gonna fucking ruin you babe... right here on the kitchen table." His words were a soft growl into the skin of your neck as he pulled your thighs apart, kissing and nipping a hot trail down your neck to your chest and further still until he was situated between your spread legs.

💗 By the time he gently laid you down on the table your red silky panties were hanging off one foot. You'd not even had chance to clear the table but Van just shunted the glasses and plates aside before bunching up your dress around your hips and licking his lips in anticipation.

💗 "Christmas dinner was great, but you look far more delicious..."

💗 "Fuck..." you breathed out as he licked a fat wet stripe right up your centre. You buried your hands in his hair as he began to devour you like a starving man who'd not just eaten three courses.

💗 Within minutes you were writhing on the table whilst he worked you into a frenzy, lapping at your tender bud and sucking it between his puckered lips, your urgent moans and sighs filling the air.

💗 "I'm gonna come... shit, 'm gonna come already," you announced, your legs starting to tremble as he tongue fucked you with everything he had, his fingers digging into the flesh of your ass as he pulled you closer.

💗 You came hard and fast and dramatically, your body spasming so violently that you knocked several glass off the table which smashed noisily on the tiles below.

💗 Neither of you were bothered about the mess though, you couldn’t get enough of each other, the crockery clattering rhythmically as he fucked you on the tabletop, your legs wrapped around his hips.

Forbidden - Prof Van (nice list… yes really)

🖤 You hadn't been expecting to hear from Van over Christmas. It was a time for families and loved ones after all and you certainly didn't fall into that category.

🖤 You'd come home to your parents for the holidays, trying to push him from your mind, trying to immerse yourself in festive cheer as a distraction.

🖤 It had worked for the most part but you couldn't help but feel a little deflated by the time Christmas evening rolled around.

🖤 All your extended family had gone home and your mum was pissed, watching ‘It's a Wonderful Life’ with yet another glass of brandy. Your dad was snoring noisily on the sofa, a product of further indulgence.

🖤 You took yourself off to your room instead, preferring your own company, keeping the lights off whilst you drew back the curtains.

🖤 It had been the first white Christmas in years, the thick blanket of snow glittering prettily in the amber street-lights, gentle flurries of snow-flakes falling like tiny crystalline stars.

🖤 The streets were usually empty on Christmas night, especially at this time of the evening in the quiet residential area where your family lived, so you were surprised to see a tall dark silhouette lingering at the end of your driveway.

🖤 You'd thought it was just a neighbour at first, someone trudging home from a family gathering or maybe a local out walking their dog on this coldest and crispest of wintery nights.

🖤 But it wasn't.

🖤 Although partially obscured by the night's shadows, you caught sight of a profile you knew so well illuminated by the gentle glow of a phone screen.

🖤 Your breath caught, a tiny stunned gasp escaping your lips as you drew back into the darkness of your room, making a grab for your own phone.

🖤 And there it was... the screen all lit up with a message, Van's name displayed clearly above the simple words "Merry Christmas xxx"

🖤 You acted on impulse as you bolted from your bed, crossing your room in a few long strides and making a grab for the thick woolly cardigan hanging on the back of your door.

🖤 A pair of slippers were the only footwear to hand so you pulled them on, stumbling in your haste on the stairs.

🖤 Even in your warm cardigan you weren't dressed for the outside weather in the tiny pyjama set you wore underneath, the frosty air prickling harshly at your bare legs like tiny pins and needles as you burst through your front door and into the night.

🖤 "Van... wait!" You called into the darkness, skidding clumsily on the ice as you sprinted quickly down your driveway, almost collapsing into a heap on the snow-covered pavement beyond.

🖤 He'd already started to walk away but he froze at the sound of his name, facing away for a moment until he slowly turned, the shock at seeing you there in front of him evident on his face.

🖤 "Y/N... what are you doing out here in the cold? You'll catch your death."

🖤 "What am I doing?" You spoke in disbelief, shivering as you pulled the cardigan tightly around your body, hugging it against your frame. "More like what are you doing here? It's Christmas day."

🖤 It was the first time you'd ever seen your Professor lost for words. He had an almost glazed look about him like he wasn't even sure himself, even though he'd obviously decided to make the journey. His black Audi sat idling quietly at the kerbside.

🖤 "I... I went for a drive... I just ended up... here," he muttered quietly, his voice sounding disconnected. He dug his hands into the pockets of his grey wool coat as he looked down at his feet then back up to meet your searching gaze. "I've been thinking about you lately... a lot."

🖤 His quiet confession hung in the frosty air between you, a shocking admission that seemed to surprise him as much as it had done you.

🖤 You stepped forward, the freezing wetness of the snow soaking into your slippers. It bit cruelly at your chilled toes but you hardly felt it.

🖤 "I think about you all the time," you breathed, moving forward.

🖤 He matched you step for step until he was only a foot away, looking down on you with wonder. Snowflakes were settling in his hair and his long lashes, his breath clouding in frosty plumes as he spoke.

🖤 "Shit... what the fuck am I doing? I shouldn't be here... I shouldn't have come... I don't know what the hell I was thinking..."

🖤 "But I'm so glad you did," you cut in, offering a subtle smirk. "Maybe now I can give you your present."

🖤 You reached for him then, cold-stiffened fingers closing around the lapels of his coat as you closed the small gap between you. Boldness flooded you as you pushed yourself up on to your tip-toes, planting the softest of kisses to his lips before pulling back.

🖤 "Merry Christmas... Sir..."

🖤 You let your lips curl into a smile around the last word, seeing a hint of warmth cloud his blue irises as he finally smiled down on you, his hands curling firmly around your hips, drawing you near.

🖤 "Merry Christmas Y/N... maybe me and you could go for a drive... what d'ya say?"

🖤 Something changed between you that Christmas night, his typical urgency to get you alone was absent as he drove you through your neighbourhood so you could admire the festive lights together, one hand resting gently on your bare thigh.

🖤 And when you finally did stop in a deserted spot and you both slipped into the back seat, there was none of the sharpness he usually displayed. His touch was gentle, soft, almost reverent as he caressed you.

🖤 You gasped as you sank down on to his length, the feeling of fullness making your eyes roll, the softest, breathy little moans falling from your lips as he guided your hips in a slow sensual roll.

🖤 "Just look at you... so pretty," he cooed, sweetness warming you through in a way that chased away the wintery chill. "Prettiest girl I ever laid eyes on."

🖤 And when you came you came together, your bodies moving in perfect sync, his hands gripping your hips blissfully tight like you were all his.

🖤 "I suppose you'll be wanting to get back," you whispered into his neck as you slumped against him, catching your breath whilst you both came down from your highs.

🖤 You didn't want him to go but it felt right to give him an excuse to leave, a way out that wouldn't shatter the illusion of the magical connection that you felt you'd both shared. Had he felt it too or was it all in your head?

🖤 He didn't answer straight away, taking his coat that he'd discarded and wrapping it around your shoulders, enveloping you both in its warmth as you nestled into him.

🖤 Then he let his touch trail your cheek and your jaw, a finger slipping under your chin so he could tilt your face up to his. "No... not just yet... maybe a little longer. There's nowhere else I wanna be right at this very moment..."

The Devil Next Door Van (naughty list)

❤️‍🔥 You yelped at the feeling of something freezing cold and wet slithering down the back of your neck where the collar of your coat gaped open.

❤️‍🔥 "What the hell?" You cried, your whole body tensing up tight in shock as you whipped your head around frantically, looking for the source of the disturbance which you guessed must have been a rogue snowball.

❤️‍🔥 There'd been kids out the front when you'd left for work that morning, laughing and yelling as they'd pulled each other along on a sledge, making the most of winter's first snowfall. You expected you'd probably just been caught in the crossfire.

❤️‍🔥 As cold and tired and grumpy as you were just arriving home from a gruelling shift, you forced a smile on to your lips as you sighted a little girl who looked no older than seven scampering past.

❤️‍🔥 "Try and aim better next time!" You called to her, and she shot you a confused little frown over her shoulder without saying a word.

❤️‍🔥 Kids these days... brought up with no manners...

❤️‍🔥 “Ohhhh!"

❤️‍🔥 The second snowball hit you square in the face, your shocked cry muffled by a mouthful of slushy snow. You blinked it from your eyes, whimpering from the cold, no longer agreeable to the attack which now seemed personal rather than random.

❤️‍🔥 "Right... that's it!" You growled, incensed.

❤️‍🔥 "But it wasn't me... it was him!" The little girl giggled. She'd stopped to laugh at your predicament, an outstretched arm pointing in the direction of Van's house.

❤️‍🔥 You should have guessed really. You whirled around just in time to see Van straightening up, a huge smirk on his face as he shaped a handful of freshly scooped snow in his gloved hands.

❤️‍🔥 "Gotcha!" He laughed heartily. "You should see your face!"

❤️‍🔥 "Van you wanker!" You roared, quickly dropping your bag on the driveway and stooping to pick up your own handful of snow.

❤️‍🔥 "Shhh! Not in front of the kids. Did anyone tell ya you've got a dirty mouth?" He teased, dodging skilfully to the side as you launched a snowball at him.

❤️‍🔥 "Did anyone tell you you're a complete dickhead?" You fired back, unmindful of the small group of neighbourhood children who'd gathered on the pavement to watch the drama unfold.

❤️‍🔥 You got hit in the chest next and brushed yourself quickly down to gather more snow as you noted Van doing the same. There was no way you were going to let him get the better of you.

❤️‍🔥 This time your aim was better, snow splattering across the seat of his skinny jeans as he was bent over. He'd given you the perfect shot.

❤️‍🔥 "Yes!" You cried out, pumping your fist in the air as the group of kids laughed and jeered. You were laughing too now, your temper melted away as you successfully ducked another icy projectile.

❤️‍🔥 "That's it, you're gonna get it now!" Van chuckled, and you yelped as he suddenly darted towards you, making a dash behind your parked car for cover.

❤️‍🔥 You hadn't accounted for how quick he was though, or how icy the pavement was under the freshly fallen snow.

❤️‍🔥 Your foot skidded and shot out beneath you, leaving you toppling backwards, the ground rushing up to meet you as you desperately grasped out for something to save you from a fall.

❤️‍🔥 That something just happened to be a handful of Van's jacket, and the next thing you knew he was falling with you, hissing out expletives as he landed on top of you in a heap.

❤️‍🔥 "Gerroff you're squashing me!" You squealed as he propped himself up with on a hand on either side of your head, grinning down on you.

❤️‍🔥 "Only if ya give me a Christmas kiss!" He grinned triumphantly, and to your shock he reached around into the back pocket of his jeans to produce a sprig of mistletoe which he dangled over your head.

❤️‍🔥 "Fuck off!" You fired back but you were laughing as you said it, partly as a reaction to the kids' cries of "ewww gross!" and partly to hide your embarrassment, the fact that the weight of his hips pressing into yours had sparked an unexpected heat between your legs.

❤️‍🔥 "C'mon Y/N, just a little 'un!" He laughed, puckering up comically. "We can keep it a secret just between us. I know you've been wanting to do it all year!"

❤️‍🔥 "Okay then... do it... I dare you!" You smirked up at him, fixing him with a mischievous look of your own that had his eyes widening, temporarily disarming him. He wasn't actually expecting you to agree.

❤️‍🔥 It was the small distraction you needed to execute your cunning plan. As he licked his lips, closing the small gap between you, you attacked... the handful of snow you'd scooped into your palm pistoning up at lightening speed and right into his stunned face.

❤️‍🔥 "Bloody 'ell!" He spluttered, blinking the snow from his eyes and shaking his head. He was shocked enough that you were able to push your hips up into his to allow you the leverage to slip out from underneath him, snatching the mistletoe from his hand as you went.

❤️‍🔥 "You didn't seriously think I was gonna do it did you?" You smirked, waving it above your own head, blowing him a cheeky kiss.

Forbidden - Prof Bond (nice list)

🧡 As Christmases went, it was turning out to be a pretty dismal one. All your friends had vacated halls and gone back home early to their families. You'd decided to stay on campus for an extra week, telling yourself that you'd made the decision because you'd be bored at home.

🧡 That wasn't the real reason though...

🧡 You'd dropped a few hints in classes in the last week of term that you'd be home alone, feeling sure that your Professors would pick up on it. They usually needed little encouragement and it was the perfect opportunity for some prime misbehaving without the usual risk of being caught.

🧡 Turns out they'd either completely missed your subtle hints or worse, you weren't as tempted by you as you'd thought.

🧡 By night three you were losing the will to live and bored out of your mind with just your own company. You'd eaten the entire contents of a selection box, drank a whole bottle of wine and just about exhausted the Christmas movie offerings on Netflix when a loud rap at your door startled you.

🧡 It was dark and frosty out and the campus was deserted so you were stunned when you cracked open your door to see Johnny standing there. He was all wrapped up warm in a wool coat, a chunky scarf and a fur-lined flying hat, his nose and cheeks nipped pink by the cold.

🧡 "Johnny! What are you doing here! I didn't think any of the staff were still around. Come in... it's fucking Baltic out there!"

🧡 You shivered as the icy chill filtered in through the open door, but Johnny still lingered on the doorstep, not making a move to come in.

🧡 "Actually I was hoping you'd come out... I have a little surprise for you. It won't take long and you'll be back in the warmth again in no time."

🧡 "What is it?" You asked, full of curiosity, intrigued by the glint of excitement in his eyes. "You really want us to go out in the cold when I've got another bottle of red and a pile of cosy blankets we can snuggle under here?"

🧡 "Come on love, you'll like it when you get there, you'll see. Ya just gotta trust me okay? Do I ever let ya down?"

🧡 He kept tight-lipped despite your grumbling, urging you to wrap up warm and cosy. You followed his instructions, pulling on your fluffy faux fur coat and snow boots.

🧡 You feigned reluctance even though excitement simmered in your gut. He was right... he never disappointed, and if you knew Johnny he'd have something lined up that showcased his usual thoughtful nature.

🧡 A short brisk walk brought you to a local park and your jaw dropped open in shock when you saw the whole place had been decked out like some magical winter wonderland.

🧡 Gently twinkling fairy lights adorned the branches of every tree, there was a brass band in the bandstand playing Christmas classics and there was a small skating rink set up on the pond which Johnny lead you towards, taking your hand in his as he grinned at your surprised reaction.

🧡 "Thought everyone'd gone home for the holidays until I stopped by the office tonight and happened to see the light on in your dorm. Didn't like to think of ya sat there all alone a couple a days before Christmas."

🧡 "Thank you... this is... this is amazing," you breathed in awe, your eyes wide with a childlike-wonder, Johnny's expression joyful as he took in your delight.

🧡 You drank steaming cups of hot chocolate to warm up your frosty fingers before Johnny cajoled you on to the skating rink with promises that he'd look after you and that he wouldn't let you fall.

🧡 You were clumsy and unco-ordinated next to his surprising graceful elegance on the ice but you didn't mind. It just meant he had to hold you that little bit tighter, hugging you into his comforting warmth.

🧡 "It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas..." he crooned in time with the band as he twirled you around and around until you were dizzy and you slumped giggling and breathless into his arms.

Red Van (naughty list)

❤️ You loved Christmas Day, spending time with family and friends, seeing the delight on loved one's faces as they opened gifts, playing silly party games that had you giggling like a silly little kid again after too much wine.

❤️ It was possibly your favourite day of the year, in fact you usually complained that the day was over way too fast.

❤️ This year however all you wanted to do was press the fast forward button...

❤️ You'd opted to have Christmas lunch with Larry's family which was all going smoothly until Van had gate-crashed last minute, spouting some lame excuse about the battery on his car dying so he couldn't make the journey to his parents’ house in Llandudno.

❤️ Now here you all were, sat with Larry's family, trying to make polite conversation whilst the object of all your pent up desire and frustration was sat right opposite you, giving you smouldering looks over the starters. It was excruciating.

❤️ "Get everything you want for Christmas then Van?" Larry's mum chirped brightly as you tried your hardest to ignore the foot that bumped you constantly under the table, turning your attention to Larry who held out a cracker to you with an eager grin on his face.

❤️ "Not quite everything, but I'm holding out my hopes for later."

❤️ You didn't look up even though you could feel the weight of Van's gaze on you, the hidden meaning in his comment painting your cheeks a fiery shade of crimson.

❤️ Of course no one else noticed, Larry's dad piping up to say "well... yer can have Christmas Day all over again tomorrow when yer get to yer mam and dads! More presents I'll bet, I know how Mary likes to spoil ya!"

❤️ Normal chatter resumed and you breathed a sigh of relief as Van excused himself from the table, saying he was going out for a fag break in between courses.

❤️ The text came through just as Larry's mum was carving the turkey. You casually slipped your phone out of your jeans pocket, only to jam it straight back in red-faced and flustered after you'd read the text.

❤️ VAN: You're the only gift I want to unwrap this Christmas Y/N. Fancy making all my Christmas dreams come true later? Meet me by the tree at midnight x

❤️ "Everything alright love?" Larry enquired as you took a gulp of wine as a distraction, coughing and spluttering as you swallowed it too quick which had him slapping your back.

❤️ The rest of the day was a whirlwind, 'eat, drink and be merry' the motto that everyone seemed to be immersed in. You tried to join in, you really did, but you couldn't truly relax.

❤️ Van let you be for the most part but you didn't miss the subtle smirk that stained his lips when your eyes met across the room.

❤️ And when you said your goodbyes and started the short trudge home through the snow your heart was racing, a quick glance at your watch telling you that it was already 11pm.

❤️ Your rational mind told you to go straight to bed with Larry when you arrived home whilst a sinful voice reminded you of the racy red lingerie set you'd purchased from Ann Summers the previous week on an impulse buy (thanks anon who sent me the inspo by the way!)

❤️ "Am bloody knackered after all that food," Larry announced as you all piled in to the house, yawning dramatically and rubbing his swollen belly. "Gonna hit the sack. You coming Y/N?"

❤️ You mumbled an agreement, purposefully not looking at Van as you followed Larry up the stairs... but you didn't go to bed as promised.

❤️ As Larry snored fitfully you put your sneaky plan into action, telling yourself that next year things would be different. You'd be strong and resist. You'd finally get your head straight. You just needed to get Van out of your system... this would be the last time.

❤️ You couldn't believe you were sneaking downstairs dressed like this. You wore the sheerest baby-doll slip with a matching red thong, little decorative ribbons on your chest fastened over each nipple, a tempting treat for Van to unwrap just like he desired.

❤️ "Merry Christmas," you said coyly as you slipped into the living room and saw Van waiting there, sitting at the foot of the tree just as he'd promised. The room was mostly dark but his awed expression was illuminated by the warm glow of the fairy lights.

❤️ "Fucking 'ell love!" He spluttered as he scrabbled quickly on to his knees. "I didn't think you were gonna show... I mean I hoped for it, but I didn't actually think that you would..."

❤️ You silenced him with an index finger pressed to his lips and he swallowed thickly, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he looked up at you like you were about to make every single one of his wishes come true... and maybe you were.

❤️ "You said you wanted to unwrap me Van," you smiled seductively down on him. "So here's your chance..."

#catb imagines #character headcanons #van mccann x reader #johnny bond x reader #au fanfic #vanfic

[f1tasies]

So I'm not sure this works, but clit/pussy slaps? Just the right amount of pressure, with idk, a crop or a whip? It hurts, it stings so bad, but it's sooooo worth it. You sit there and take it and he whispers 'good girl in your ear. You squirm, you scream, but you want it... Maybe even some light bondage for fun? Any driver works, although I'm thinking lewis fits the vibe best

Oh my god fuck yes anon... I think you're talking about these pics?

Lewis makes me absolutely unhinged. Idk why he's not usually my type but he's just so so gorgeous? Like there's the confidence of course, confidence ALWAYS turns me on, but he's so unexplainably pretty.

So yeah back to you anon, Lewis DOES fit the vibe to a V and i want to lick him.

TW BDSM stuff- slapping, belt whipping, tying up (all consensual ofc)

Sex with Lewis is always unique.

He's super busy, but he'll make time for you. You might be a fling, but you're his fling, and when he gives you attention it's like you're the most important person in the world.

He's always in the mood. Always. Even if he says he isn't he is. That, and his need to keep it fresh, try something new keeps you on your toes the whole time. Lewis experiments every single time, except when he wants to go down on you. Then, he'll listen to every single thing you say.

He has a Dom personality. You could force him to sub, but it wouldn't be fun for either of you. It's not that he'd refuse, but subbing is not his strengths.

Lingerie is his weakness. He's a material gurl (He IS okay. As he should be) and he loves seeing you wrapped up in dark colours. He loves unwrapping you slowly, with precision, his touch lingering on every part of your body.

If you have a praise kink, you're in luck, cause he'll keep on telling you how good you look beneath him, wrists bound to his bed post, your mouth on his cock.

Listening to him saying 'good girl' has the potential to make you cum without him even touching you. The way he says it, deep, soft, purely instinctual - it sends shivers down your spine. And why wouldn't it? He has a sexy voice.

The few times he's frustrated, maybe after a media commitment or a race, he'll call you up and tell you to wear his favourite set on you- a lacy lavender piece with intricate detailing. It's thin, it's flimsy, it's purely for decoration. And that's why you love it. Plus it also had garter suspenders, which sends him completely in overdrive. But this time, you decide to be naughty, and forgo the panties.

He finds you in his bedroom, lounging on the bed on your stomach, one knee bent and foot in the air. Like those sleeping pinups. You also have stilletos on, cause you fancy like that. And he likes to spoil you with gifts. Why not use them?

When he sees you, it doesn't take him too long to strip, and he greets you with a kiss and a light slap on your buttcheeks. You turn around wanting to show yourself off but he pushes you down and slides a finger into you.

You're powerless really, cause Lewis KNOWS exactly where to push. He runs against your g-spot, teasing you, and stays away from your clit.

You get a little frustrated and try to sink down but he holds you up and smiles, a little evilly

'Someone's not listening today, tut tut...' he'll say, huskily. You kinda ignore him and continue to get yourself off. Then he gets serious. 'You're being a bad girl, dear. You know what that means?'

You whimper cause you know exactly what that means. And you love it. 'Punishment, sir?'

Lewis gets off you and wraps his belt around his fingers. You know what follows, and tense up in anticipation.

The first blow is the most painful, but Lewis let's you recover, always. He's also very precise- it'll always land where he wants it to. Most of the time it's your clit.

It stings, it burns a bit, but when his hand soothes you it makes you feel like you're flying. He's very gentle, and his hands are unsurprisingly soft.

After every lash, he'll compliment you on how well you're taking it. Good girl is one of his favourites, but he'll also tell you how beautiful you look taking him like that. If you have a praise kink, I'm pretty sure you'll have come by the 3rd lash. (I know I would)

He's never super dom-dom, and he'll never push you. He knows you can take more but he won't push that far. Your comfort is his comfort. After you're finished, he'll kiss your hair and wrap you in his arms and ask you if you're okay, and what more he can do to improve.

He's protective okay. And if you've been with him for a long time, he'll be extra soft, cause he has so much love in his heart.

So yeah. Lewis soft-dom does something to me.

But I'd also like to consider Pierre - he's the guy you want to go to when you need a proper Dom. If you act bratty for long enough then you're in for a proper punishment. He doesn't like to be soft. He likes it rough.

Daniel might try it out, and i think he would be into it.

Kmag for sure is into it, and i know for a fact Nico Hulkenberg has been on the receiving end of a few incredible experiences. (I just do. Don't question me.)

#anon #asks #f1tasy #lh #dr #pg #nh #km #lewis hamilton smut #headcanon

[luckyqueenreign]

LITG - Episode 27 pt 2 

didnt all fit in last post so here's part 2 of ep. 27.

CHOICE: Have you ever been in love? 

MC: Have you ever fallen in love, Johnny?

JOHNNY: I’m not sure, y’know. Maybe, maybe not.

JOHNNY: I think I’ve been close, but never quite got there.

JOHNNY: I’d definitely like to fall in love though.

JOHNNY: Hopefully this is the place where it will finally happen.

Johnny takes another bite from the croissant.

JOHNNY: For the moment, I shall give my passion and devotion to this delicious

croissant.

JOHNNY: Whose crisp golden beauty has me entranced in its buttery goodness!

Johnny takes a sip of his orange juice

JOHNNY: Fruity, tangy, sun-kissed, my favourite!

JOHNNY: A few more words for you there, MC.

MC: Your favourite?

JOHNNY: It’s looking that way. I know it’s early days for me in the villa.

JOHNNY: But, I’ve got a really good feeling about me and you so far.

MC: Interesting.

JOHNNY: Unless you think one of the other girls is more into me?

MC: The other girls?

Finn’s egg timer BUZZES loudly.

KAT: So, MC, fancy asking Johnny a few more questions?

*Yes please

***DIAMOND CHOICE*** 

MC: Yes please, Kat.

JOHNNY: Wow! I feel honoured

MC: Ok. Let me think.

CHOICE: What is your biggest turn on?

MC: What turns you on more than anything?

JOHNNY: Ok, that’s a fun one.

JOHNNY: I’d probably say sexy outfits.

MC: What kind of sexy outfits?

JOHNNY: Well, I like all the usual dress up stuff. Sexy devils, flirty nurses, hot cops.

JOHNNY: But, the biggest turn on about dressing up is feeling like a different person.

JOHNNY: Putting on a costume can change your whole demeanour.

JOHNNY: It can make you feel all kinds of different sexual energies.

MC: That sounds Interesting.

JOHNNY: It really is. Maybe you and I could play a sexy game of dress up one day?

MC: Maybe.

JOHNNY: So, what’s your next question?

CHOICE: What is your most embarrassing dating moment?

MC: Tell me about the most embarrassing thing that’s happened to you on a date.

JOHNNY: I don’t even need to think about that one. I know the answer already.

JOHNNY: A had a blind date with a friend of a friend.

JOHNNY: I was told to meet a red-haired girl in a pink dress at a bar.

JOHNNY: So, after a bit of waiting at the bar, a stunning red-haired girl in a pink

dress walks in.

JOHNNY: Being the gent that I am, I rush over and greet her at the door.

JOHNNY: I took her hand, gave it a gentle kiss, and told her how happy I was to see

her.

JOHNNY: Then, a second later, her husband appears beside her and asks me to show them to their table.

JOHNNY: Not only had I got the wrong girl, but now they think I’m the waiter!

MC: Oh no, that’s awkward.

JOHNNY: I figured the best way out of it was to play along.

JOHNNY: So, I showed them to an empty table and passed them some menus.

MC: Quick thinking, Johnny.

JOHNNY: Then I dashed out of the restaurant before things got even more awkward.

MC: What about your date?

JOHNNY: I told her I couldn’t make it and we arranged for another time instead.

JOHNNY: It worked out ok in the end.

JOHNNY: So, what’s your next question?

CHOICE: What is the wildest place you’ve ever had sex?

MC: Tell me about a wild place where you’ve had sex.

JOHNNY: That’s a naughty question. Let me think for a second.

JOHNNY: Ah, I’ve got it. I was performing in London once, a little theatre near Camden.

JOHNNY: I met a local girl on a dating app. And she came to see the show.

JOHNNY: Anyway, after the show we started getting flirty and frisky backstage.

JOHNNY: Things were getting hot and heavy and clothes were falling away as they do.

MC: Very naughty, Johnny.

JOHNNY: We were full of passion. The audience hadn’t even left yet. We stumbled

through the curtains.

JOHNNY: And the two of us fell half naked onto the stage. I can still feel the heat

of the lights!

MC: Perfect timing!

JOHNNY: The audience certainly got more than the usual show that night.

MC: I bet!

JOHNNY: So, what’s your next question?

CHOICE: What is your number one bucket list experience?

MC: If you could do anything, what would you do?

JOHNNY: That’s an easy one! I’d tour the world with a travelling theatre troupe.

JOHNNY: I’d really like to spread my love of acting to places that don’t get to see

  much.

JOHNNY: Connect with communities in a meaningful way, y’know.

MC: Sounds like a very honourable thing to do.

JOHNNY: Yeah, and it would just be a great excuse to travel the world, too!

JOHNNY: And I could always use a bit of company on my travels!

MC: I’ll keep that in mind.

JOHNNY: So, what’s your next question?

CHOICE: What is your ultimate fantasy?

MC: Tell me about your ultimate fantasy.

JOHNNY: Fantasies? There’s a few naughty things that I’d like to try.

JOHNNY: I think that the main one would be to spend a little bit of time with a

dominatrix.

MC: Wow! Naughty boy, Johnny!

JOHNNY: Maybe it’s the theatricality of it all, but yeah, it looks like a lot of fun.

JOHNNY: All that sexy leather underwear really gets me going.

JOHNNY: So, it would be great to try it out for real one day.

MC: I’m sure you’ll get to try it someday.

JOHNNY: I guess I just need to meet a girl that’s into the same thing.

CHOICE: What would be the title of your life story?

MC: What would your biography be called?

JOHNNY: The story of my life? Let’s see. It would be a real page turner.

JOHNNY: With non-stop funny hi-jinx.

MC: Sounds like a bestseller!

JOHNNY: I’m thinking a name like Drama with a Capital D.

MC: Naughty.

JOHNNY: It would be a critical darling and readers all over the world would love it.

JOHNNY: And then I’d adapt the best bits into a stage play. I’d play myself of

course.

JOHNNY: And, hopefully it would be the start of a series. There’s plenty more to come

in my life.

JOHNNY: Maybe you’ll make a cheeky appearance.

Finn’s egg timer BUZZES loudly.

JOHNNY: Well, MC, it’s been great spending this extra time with you.

JOHNNY: But, it looks like Kat’s ready to keep this moving.

KAT: Ding Ding. Onto date number three everybody!

JOHNNY: That was fast. I’m not sure Finn and his egg timer can be trusted.

PETE: Don’t blame the timer, Johnny, it’s my turn to chat with MC now.

PETE: Time for you to move on.

JOHNNY: Thanks for the date, MC. I hope I didn’t talk too much, ha!

KAT: On your marks, get set, date date date!

PETE: So, let’s get straight to the point, MC. Ask me anything.

CHOICE: How many people have you slept with?

MC: So, Pete, how many notches have you got in your bedpost?

PETE: Ha, I’m not sure a bedpost is long enough for the notches I’ve made.

MC: So, quite a few then?

PETE: You know it. It’s all part of life’s big adventure. I just love to connect

with people.

PETE: Arlo was just saying she’d be up for a few adventures with me.

MC: You want to talk about Arlo right now?

PETE: She’s a great girl. We seem to have a bit of a spark.

Pete looks over at Arlo as she chats with Nicolas.

PETE: Nicolas doesn’t stand a chance.

MC: Hello, date right here.

PETE: Sorry, MC, what were we talking about?

CHOICE: Have you ever cheated on a partner?

MC: Have you ever cheated on a partner, Pete?

PETE: Cheated? I’m not sure.

MC: You’re not sure?

PETE: Well, it depends what you consider cheating. Sometimes a relationship isn’t

clear.

PETE:To one partner it’s cheating, to the other it’s not. It’s a fine line.

MC: That sounds a little dodgy, Pete.

PETE: Don’t worry, MC, I’d never cheat on you. Not after what you’ve been through.

Pete looks over at Arlo as she chats with Nicolas.

PETE: Arlo looks like she’s pretending to smile with Nicolas, doesn’t she?

MC: Why are you talking about Arlo?

CHOICE: Have you ever been in love?

MC: Do you think you’ve ever fallen in love, Pete?

PETE: That’s a tough one. Have I ever been in love?

PETE: You know, I don’t think that I have. Not yet anyway. I haven’t really looked

for it.

PETE: I feel like maybe it’s about time I focussed on love a little more.

MC: So where are you gonna focus this search for love?

Pete looks over at Arlo.

PETE: Well, there’s a few options I suppose.

PETE: Arlo was talking about how she would have loved me in her bed last night.

MC: Was my bed not good enough for you, Pete?

Finn’s egg timer BUZZES loudly.

KAT: So, MC, fancy asking Pete a few more questions?

*Yes please

***DIAMOND CHOICE***

MC: Yeah, I’ll have a little extra time with Pete.

PETE: Ok, what do you want to know?

MC: Let me think.

CHOICE: What is your biggest turn on?

MC: What turns you on more than anything?

PETE: That’s easy. Nothing turns me on more than a girl that knows what she wants.

MC: Ok.

PETE: Y’know, girls that have the confidence to dominate a room.

PETE: I can’t get enough of a girl that can match my full speed attitude to life.

PETE: I’ve never really been into the quiet types.

PETE: I’ve dated girls in the past that just haven’t been able to keep up with me.

PETE: And nothing turns me off quicker.

PETE: You need to be a big personality to keep my attention.

MC: I’ll keep that in mind.

PETE: So, MC, what’s your next question?

CHOICE: What is your most embarrassing dating moment?

MC: Tell me about the most embarrassing thing that’s happened to you on a date.

PETE: I’m not the type of guy that really gets embarrassed to be honest.

PETE: Although there was one awkward date when I was younger.

PETE: Being the absolute petrol head that I am, I figured I’d impress this girl with

my riding.

PETE: I went to pick her up on my motorbike. I arrived at her house and revved my

engine.

PETE: I thought she’d be into me and my bike.

PETE: I even pulled a wheelie down her street, and skidded up to her front door.

PETE: But the noise of my bike woke up her parents. They started shouting out the

window.

MC: Must have been loud!

PETE: The loudest. They said I was a nuisance, and that they were going to call the

police.

PETE: I figured if the parents don’t like me instantly, there’s not much point

sticking around.

PETE: So I just rode straight out of there and never looked back.

MC: Did you ever see the girl again?

PETE: Never looked back. Embarrassment isn’t a part of my life anymore.

PETE: So, what’s your next question?

CHOICE: What is the wildest place you’ve had sex?

MC: Tell me about a wild place where you’ve had sex.

PETE: There’s been a few wild places, let me tell you. Too many to count.

PETE: But, one time I remember was on a surfing trip to Cornwall.

PETE: I wasn’t a great surfer at this point, I’ve gotten better since.

PETE: So, I was in a class on the beach, and the instructor was stunning.

PETE: She was a little older than me, but there was a vibe between us, no doubt.

PETE: One flirt led to another, and she offered to give me a private lesson.

PETE: So, we met in the evening for a bit of bonus tuition.

PETE: We were out in the water, with our boards floating nearby, and we just went

at it.

MC: Wow!

PETE: We were thrashing about in the water like a pair of horny dolphins.

PETE: It was intense! So intense, that a late night dog walker shouted out to us

asking if we needed a lifeguard.

PETE: So, what’s your next question?

What is your number one bucket list experience?

MC: If you could do anything, what would you do?

PETE: Oh, that’s an easy one. A two-wheeled world tour.

PETE: Me, a motorbike, and the open road.

PETE: I’d love to check out the world’s greatest climbing locations.

PETE: And, I’d want a special girl to share it with me.

PETE: One, who enjoys wearing leather, and doesn’t mind her bum getting a little

sore.

PETE: So, what’s your next question?

What is your ultimate fantasy?

MC: Tell me about your ultimate fantasy.

PETE: My ultimate fantasy? There is one thing that I’d like to try.

MC: And what would that be?

PETE: I’ve climbed some of the most amazing mountains and rock formations out

there.

PETE: And there’s no better feeling than hanging from the guide ropes up there.

PETE: And I’ve always wondered what it would like for two people to be hanging up

there.

PETE: While, y’know, getting it on.

MC: Hanging off the side of a mountain?

PETE: Yeah, just two people, filled with adrenaline, swinging from the hard rocks!

PETE: It might be a bit breezy, but I bet it would be so wild!

MC: Sounds dangerous.

PETE: I need to find a girl who loves a bit of danger too.

CHOICE: What would be the title of your life story?

MC: What would your biography be called?

PETE: The story of my life? Let’s see. It would be a real page turner, of badass

adventures.

MC: Sounds like a bestseller!

PETE: I’m thinking a name like P.Dog - Burning Rubber.

MC: Naughty.

PETE: Millions of fans all over the world would love it. Hopefully it would be the

start of a series.

PETE: Maybe there’ll be a chapter or two about the girl I leave here with.

Finn’s egg timer BUZZES loudly.

PETE: Well, MC, it’s been cool spending this extra time with you.

PETE: But, looks like I’ll have to love you and leave you.

KAT:

That’s the end of date number three!

KAT: Ok, people. Final tables please.

Gabi appears at your table.

GABI: There’s still one more date, MC.

GABI: I can’t see it living up to the date I just had with Dana though.

MC: I wish I was having a date with Dana.

GABI: She mentioned you. Don’t think you are in her good books at the mo though.

Gabi sits down at your table. You face each other and remain in silence for a

moment.

GABI: Believe it or not, I’ve actually had more awkward dates than this.

MC:Really? I don’t see how things could be more awkward than this.

GABI: Things don’t have to be awkward though. We can be friendly.

MC: Yeah, I think that’s probably a good idea.

**think the italics is if Dana is li** 

MC: I’m sure dates with people’s partners can be pretty awkward.

MC: Especially when the other partner finds out.

GABI: Calm yourself, MC. We don’t want to get off on the wrong foot!

MC: We already have, Gabi!

MC: Really? I don’t see how things could be more awkward than this.

GABI: Things don’t have to be awkward though. We can move past this.

MC: I’m still not sure yet how I want to approach this whole thing.

GABI: Well, we’re gonna have to live with each other. There’s no way around that.

GABI: Under one roof and all that.

GABI: So, if you have any problems with me, we should probably get them out in the

open.

GABI: Do you have a problem with me being here in the villa?

CHOICE: Yes, I’ve got a problem with you

MC: Yeah, I do have a problem with you being here.

GABI: I’ve got as much right to be here as you have, MC.

MC: That doesn’t mean I have to like it.

GABI: It’d be even funnier if we ended up as good mates then, wouldn’t it?

CHOICE: No, no problem

MC: I’ve not got a problem with you being here.

GABI: Good, I’m glad we’ll be able to get along.

GABI: You never know, we might end up as good mates.

GABI: You might realise that we both have a lot in common.

MC: Like what?

GABI: The fact that we’ve both had relationships with Suresh doesn’t have to be all

there is.

MC: I wouldn’t call a one night stand a relationship.

GABI: Er, yeah, about that!

MC: What?

GABI: I’ve been trying to find the best way to tell you this.

MC: Tell me what, Gabi?

GABI: Suresh and I weren’t just a one night thing.

MC: WHAT?!

GABI: We were much more serious than that.

You stare at Gabi in stunned silence.

NARRATOR:

Wow, Gabi and Suresh were more than the one night stand that MC thought they

were!

NARRATOR:

This is the most awkward thing I’ve seen since Mr Egg and Mrs Bacon were

thrown out of a restaurant!

NARRATOR:

The place didn’t serve breakfast! The villa does though, and it always comes

with a juicy side of drama!

NARRATOR:

How’s this revelation gonna shake up the villa? Find out next time on Love

Island.

#litg ex in the villa #litg #litg mc #litg s5 #litg suresh #love island the game #love island game #ex in the villa #litg spoilers

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

||A Naughty invitation||

Hi there sweeties, Peahen mom is here with another drabble request. So shall we dive into this one and see how this one goes hmm? :3

||Drabble summary||

Insomniac!Spider-man was just finishing up a big mission taking out another villian threatening his home but he was able to stop them. The day was saved once more even before tonight for halloween. However, as he was resting at home, he got a invitation to a Halloween party. It seems pretty fun and decided to go but what awaits him there? Read to find out.

||Warning||

~Teasing and touching is present in this drabble

~Heavy Nsfw is present in this drabble (If your under 18+ Please don't read this)

~Rough overstimulation is present

~Group sex is present in this drabble

||Guests in this drabble||

Insomniac!Spider-man/Peter Parker is from the game series Insomniac Video Game: Marvel’s Spider-Man 1 and 2 and belongs to my beloved friend @within-the-resort

A bunch of horny excited vampires are also guests in this one too.

((Note: Their will be grammar mistakes and errors in this drabble as others have this warning. But like I state before, this is written for fun. So I hope you like it and my friend too. Enjoy))

Peter parker was not expecting a unknown invite tonight after returning home from another day as the hero. He only was just getting some food when getting the random invite. He was unsure about going at first and it looked like a pretty fancy Halloween party from how the invite looked.

"Hmmmm, maybe I need to get some air for once but for my own fun. Who knows? It could be fun." he looks to the invite to see it was tonight. Thinking for a moment as the sun goes down, he decided to go.

In a moment, he was swinging his way towards the destination of where he was going to this party. He saw that it was pretty out to some big warehouse but that was fine. It had to be a big party. Insomniac!spider-man keeps on swinging through the air before landing to see the place.

It was already decorated in Halloween stuff and it seems the party was already on going from the sounds inside. With a sigh, he lands to head to the warehouse door and smiled hoping this was worth it. Getting to the front, he sees it was slightly open but even noticed a note on there.

"Hmm?" he takes a look to see what it reads.

"Come on in, Spider~"

He blinks to read the small note and yet he shrugs with a chuckle and walks inside. To his surprise, it was full of other party goers to see everyone having fun or some taking when having fun. It seems like another fun Halloween party night.

In a moment, one male walks over but he smiled to see. "Hey, you made it. Welcome Mr. Insomniac!Spider-man. Welcome to the party." he smiled already looking to the hero but he rubs the back of his head to chuckle.

"You can just call me spider-man but thank you for the invite." he sees he was happy to have a new guest like the others who noticed blushing or some licking their lips seeing him.

"Though, why don't you go ahead and grab a drink and have some fun....." he said to hand some apple juice to him that Spider-man takes it and was having fun.

"Thank you, I'll do that." he said happy but saw that everyone was having fun. Even if that the hero didn't know that he was in a party full of horny vampires who wishes to please the hero after hearing so much about him.

They didn't want to scare him but they will get him relaxed seeing him being among the others. At first, Peter blinks by how many they are since this had to be a large party. He almost felt like he didn't fit in but they were all friendly so it couldn't be too bad. Unsure of what to do, he calmly chat with them, hoping to start some conversation. It didn't seem too bad that some even spoke to him welcoming him to the party and some even asking a few questions about him. Yeah, it seems it was just fine and he didn't mind this at all.

Seems the party was going on as normal so that was fine.

However, as he was speaking with another person, someone else was sneaking up behind him while showing a light of a tease from her eyes. He really was cute that other vampires were getting excited just looking at him.

"Yeah, you can say that. I just didn't expect this sort of party to be so big." he said but the other smiled already finding him precious.

"Well, my friend tends to invite the only ones he know but you are a guest of honor so don't worry about it. He wants everyone to have fun here in the party."

"Well, I'm having fun true so I thank him for that." he laughed drinking some more of his juice.

"Though, it's always nice to see a new face around here. But we are hoping you are enjoying yourself here." he saw Spider-man nod. He was having fun at the party and it was pretty fun too. The other was listening to Peter speak but noticed the female coming behind him. As he kept chatting with the guy, suddenly he squeaks when a woman hugs from behind and kisses the back of his neck.

"H..Huh?!? Mi..miss? What are you-" He looked shocked seeing the female kissing and nibbling his neck and shoulder that she hugs him gently.

"Sorry for the scare hun. You just look so cute.." she teased that Peter blinks to blush.

"I..I umm thank you...." he mutters but he looks ahead. "T..though, I don't mind the-a..ah..." he feels her pressing up against him leaving more kisses that the other male looks to him and touches his cheek.

"What's wrong Hero? Under the weather?" he teased now touching his cheek but saw that he was already flushed now. Even seeing him looking flushed again. He tries to speak but gasped feeling more kisses from the female and the guy touching his chest. He felt relaxed as both were teasing and touching him that some others noticed to get excited.

Seems like the real party can begin now......

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"W..Wait, wait wait! S..slow ahhhh d..down! Please slow down!!" Weak wet heated moans slips by Spider-man's lips feeling his body held by a few guests at this party but he finds out they were vampires. Horny hungry vampires that touched and pleased him.

Two were slamming their cocks into his hole or double teaming him while a female was kissing his neck and another squeezing his chest. He was making such cute noises as hearing the hero moaning so sweetly for them.

"Mmmmmm but you feel amazing..I can't stop my hips. Your just too good.." One said as the other nods chuckling.

"Even if we did, you wouldn't want us to stop do you? Your hole is so tight eating us both up.." He even sees the female move to let the vampire kiss his neck as she kisses him. Good thing the mask was up but not all the way off. They still find him precious but respected his secret so they kept it on. Just the suit is off. Spider-man was trying to speak or stop his moans but they only grew in volume feeling the vampire males slamming even harder into him.

"Ahhhh!! P..Please! Please s..spare mmmmmmm mmeeeeee..my body isn't nuggh use t..to such rough t..touches I.."

"We know but just savor it love..it feels good right? Your so drenched down here, your legs are shaking while trying to bounce on our thick hot cocks. Admit it, you love this. You love it so badly your crying in pleasure." he purred but suddenly bit his shoulder hearing Peter moan out loudly in lust.

"Say it. You love this..your craving for it...aren't you hero?" he coos near his ear only to hear Peter cry out throwing his head back feeling the vampires thrusting even harder. He twitched drooling from his spot being beaten that he moans with want.

"Ahhhhh Y..Yesssss..yes I l..love it. I love being..mmmmmm.....fucked. I love this f..feeling. It's s..so good..it's too good."he whines that the vampire chuckled to smile.

"That's it, hero. That's a good boy but since you been honest with us..we'll give you your fill." he said before he and the other vampire thrusts again so the two females move to let them pleasure the spider. Peter cries out again cumming a little but he moans out in heat loving the feeling.

"Ahhhhhh m..more! I need more, please give me more! I want more of you b..both!!" he begs bucking his hips back with each thrust that they were already shivering and feeling more and more dazed. This really was a crazy party but Peter didn't mind. Right now, his mind was heated up from the pleasure seeing every vampire either pleasuring themselves or wanting a turn.

He keeps screaming while bouncing his hips, feeling more aroused that it made him even feel his nipples bitten or pinched. Both vampires growl loving the heat from the hero but hearing his slutty tone was even more exciting.

He even sees two vampires walk over still stroking themselves but saw that Peter reaches to take their cocks and begins to stroke them. They hiss from the hot touch but Peter was still bucking on the other vampire's cocks wanting more. His mind was hazy in the pleasure but he only sucks one off and the other being stroked.

"He's seriously adorable.." one said.

"Yeah and t..too cute.." the other said groaning from his cock being sucked off.

"Now now, you both will have a chance....he's way too cute to stop but we have all night just to play~" Seeing the other vampires being aroused, they knew this was going to be one hell of a lustful party.

#IC #silver roses #Drabble/short or long stories #silver butterfly mun #peahen mom #the mansion owner #a naughty invitation #insomniac!spider-man/peter parter #within-the-resort #resort fantasy book #peahen writer

[breadcheekstete]

Can I request feedee yg with feeder sj?? 🥺🤍

I'M SO SO SOO SORRY I TOOK TOO LONG WITH THIS (óㅈò)" but here it is now, and i hope you enjoy it 🖤!!

i can picture yg growing, longing for sj the only way he knows: eating. sj is on a family trip to jeju with his parents and brother. he couldn't refuse and yg really tries to not make him feel guilty about it. but he's dissapointed.

not so long ago, maybe two months, they took a step further in their relationship. after sj found yg enjoying way too much his baking abilities, it was inevitable that a day more would pass without him noticing about his boyfriends naughty secret.

and to yg's surprise, he was more than okay with it, starting a little teasing every time they ate together. tasting the waters until yg was comfy enough to let go.

the first kilos were hard to gain, but when the first five came, the rest just followed with ease.

yg wanted his boyfriend to be there when he reached his current goal of getting 10kg heavier. but that stupid trip ruined his plan.

but yg is smarter, he promised himself to gain more than that, maybe 15kg to the least and prove sj he's more than capable to gain on his own without his stupid help and his absurdly good hand with bakery.

it's needless to say that yg was quite chubby before all this started, not fat yet he lingered more on the heavy side. with a pot belly and soft pecs and thighs that took a lot of room when he sits.

he knows a few recipes, and cooks for himself eagerly for the first week. but it's so tough, having to stay standing for so long, and taking so much time cooking to finish in mere minutes. it was a question of time for him to take hand of his favourite take outs.

even now that his clothes don't fit the same, and he's too embarrassed and turned on by the thought of having to go out with his pants unbuttoned and his belly oozing out of his once baggy tshirts. he had to start wearing the only sized up clothes he had in hand; seokjin's

the only problem is that not all his wardrobe works, since he's more of a shirt man, but it works all the same until the day sj finally comes back from the trip.

he hears the keys on the front door and yg jumps from his bed as fast as his big arse lets him. his bed cracks under him but is a normal occurrence now, so he doesn't pay any mind to that. 

he's not wearing anything more than one of sj's shirts, with the buttons gapping at the bloat of his morning belly (not very smart to stuff himself so late at night) and a pair of old boxers that squeeze his ass and thighs.

so when sj opens the door, he's welcomed with a pleasant surprise. not that he knows yet by the way yg jumps to his arms for a hug, but he can tell his boyfriend is more than softer than when he left (and it doesn't have anything to do with the fact that his belly and moobs are squeezed to his body)

"welcome home, hyung."

"glad to be back. you seem to have kept yourself busy, huh? he pokes at his hip, it dips further than neither of them could imagine.

yg pulls back with a blush. he planned to get as big as possible but it wasn't his plan to gain 17'4kg so fast and so easily. who is he to say no to food, he's just a pure glutton. "maybe."

"that shirt looks so good on you, is it new?" sj teases, poking the pale skin exposed between every button.

"no, it's yours." yg confesses, feeling his round cheeks run hotter by the sensation of every gapping spot of the shirt. "i didn't want to go out in outgrown clothes and i don't have anything fancy that fits."

"nothing?" yg shakes his head. "i feel you've been more than busy during the past weeks, don't you?"

"i missed you…" his belly growls and he blushes further "...a lot."

"me too, baby. your belly seems more enthusiastic though. let's give it what it wants, yeah?" he offers, slapping it to watch it wobble.

one of the buttons gives up at that and yg can't help but whimper. "please."

sj takes the two bags of homemade food from the entry's floor (thanks, mrs kim) and smirks at the way yg gulps at the tempting scent. "well. let's see how much this needy pig can take."

// the end //

#bts feederism #chub kink #breadcheekstetefic

[lucky-draws]

3 10 & 15 for the writing asks?

hello thank you 4 asking!! :]]] 📺

3. What is your writing ritual and why is it cursed?

HRM. ok im not interesting enough to have something particularly cursed, but i guess my "ritual", for longer stuff especially, is that i usually write by hand first and then type it up either on my pc or phone.... i will make initial notes on my phone but i sort of just Prefer to start things off by hand, like properly sitting down at a desk w pen + paper.... and then when i type it up its like then i can change stuff and spot mistakes etc. the handwritten stuff is like the first draft.

also ive like got into the habit of always using the same type of notebook lol. they're plain ass ones like basically school exercise books LOL like we used to use in class..

maybe the cursed thing is my handwriting. i think i half-deliberately went ok if i write small and messy so that only i can properly read it then no one will be able to look over my shoulder or snoop in my notebooks and easily read my sentences about big boss and revolver ocelot kissing each other. but i also just have awful writing when im doing it quickly. i can be neat if i try i promise.

15. Do you write in the margins of your books? Dog-ear your pages? Read in the bath? Why or why not? Do you judge people who do these things? Can we still be friends?

heee hee OK i don't often annotate/write in books that much but i will highlight stuff/underline stuff; i actually would do that sort of thing more if i like. owned more books but a lot of the time i get books from the library LOL and im not gonna write in those bc that's naughty. but i think it's fun and a good thing to do. obvs u might have a Fancy Edition of a book that u don't wanna ruin but for regular paperbacks. i think they become sexier if they're full of ppls annotations and thoughts and enjoyment etc.

i don't usually dog ear pages because erm. sorry but i leave the book open upside down sometimes like ruining the spine kind of way. and also often i just close the book and remember the page number or chapter i just got to in my head.....

i don't read in the bath but ok actually maybe i should. i forgot that's a thing that can happen. i prefer to be Alone when reading and bath = optimal situation for that. hrm.

10. Has a piece of writing ever “haunted” you? Has your own writing haunted you? What does that mean to you?

ooooh....good quastion. i guess “haunting” would mean something that sticks with u, or at least has u feeling kinda crazy/jarred/uncomfortable/insane for a little while after reading. trying to think of a specific thing erm....i guess i’ve read some ww1 poetry that's pretty impactful, war poems in general are obvs pretty haunting in the grim sort of sense. wilfred owen has some very good ones.

ty for asking!! o7

actually gjjgjf if we take haunting to mean like licherally spooky or supernatural or scary in nature. im gonna take this opportunity to shout out to @la-li-lu-le-lol 's otasune fic called Red Collar Job. i've been meaning to re-read it lol, i read it like ages ago when i first got into mgs i guess, it's a spooky flavour of otasune and it was very enjoyable, some very memorable scenes/imagery.

#lisette mumbles #wheeee finally getting to these LOL. will do the rest another day tho

[phantomato]

A Rough Gang of Naughty Children

Tomorrow morning is rubbish collection day.

“Come on out,” Dennis calls. Tom hears his feet on the hallway floorboards; Dennis has gotten a little bigger in the past year, and it makes his heavy tread even more pronounced. The lighter gait behind him must be Billy, who, while older and taller than either Dennis or Tom, walks so as not to be heard.

It’s a good skill around Wool’s. Making yourself known tends to get a person saddled with extra chores. There’s always babies to be tended, or dishes to be scrubbed. Tom’s better with the babies than the dishes.

Three sharp raps on the door-frame signal that Dennis is standing there. Billy, two years older, peeks from behind his shoulder. Dennis is bigger than Tom, one year younger, and two behind in school, owing to his parents having not started him when he should’ve done.

Well, they had been sick, Tom supposes. And now they’re dead. Parents aren’t good for much, really.

“You do still like to have a spare shilling, don’t you?” Dennis asks. “Or does silver come out your ears now that you’re a fancy public school boy.”

Tom scowls and punches his pillow, which he is mostly sure doesn’t have nits in it. If he’s right, he’s going to do all his own laundry this summer in order to keep it that way. He’s twelve, and nine months at Hogwarts has persuaded him he never wants another day of lice in his life.

Billy scratches his head and Tom jumps up, just to get them away from his good sheets.

“Yeah, fine,” he says, herding them back out to the hall and closing the room solidly behind him. He’s put up a paper nameplate for himself on the door, ‘Tom Riddle’ in big block letters that should warn anyone away from going through his stuff. Too bad he’s not allowed his magic. “Is Amy coming?”

“Amy’s waiting out front,” Billy says. “She’s got the bags.”

The bags, rucksacks patiently sewn and re-sewn by Amy and Tom, allow them each to carry about twenty pounds of scrap metal.

On a good day. Most days are not good days.

But the bags are worth it, and bringing Amy is worth it. The bobbies don’t get so worked up about roving gangs of children when there’s a girl in it. Plus, she can cry on command, and neither Billy nor Dennis can do that, and Tom’s crocodile tears aren’t as charming since he hit ten.

So he goes down the stairs ahead of Billy and Dennis, leaving them to their shoving and insults, to get a head start with Amy. She’s got the magnet from the science set in the front pocket of her pinafore—the rest of that donation is long gone, but one of the four of them has always kept track of the magnet, for just this purpose—and hands the pen knife over to Tom when he comes close. “You’re on wires,” she says. “I jabbed my finger on a needle yesterday, so I’m not doing it.”

Tom complains by groaning, but he takes the knife. It’s got to be him or Amy. Dennis does a sloppy job of cutting the casings off wires, which makes them worth less, and Billy lies and says he did, which is even worse.

“If you still remember how, anyway,” she adds.

“I remember,” Tom responds.

Like he’d forget eleven years of this after a scant one in Scotland.

Like he wasn’t the only one of them that was born here.

Amy had a mum for five years, Dennis had parents for a full six, and Billy only got four years but he’s still got a great-aunt that sends him a card and sweets for Christmas. And socks, sometimes, too.

They go to the workhouses down by the river, which have the best shot at yielding copper. There’s bits of wire—some even bare, to save Tom the effort—in a few of the skips, and they find part of an old radiator tucked in a back alley. It takes Billy and Dennis together to pry the thing apart and get at its copper-tube guts, but that’s a good haul already.

All the tools they find stick to the magnet, though, so they’re not worth taking. Dennis chases Amy with a rusty saw-blade for half a block, and she screams and shouts all the while, as Tom sits back at the previous kerb to get the rubber casing off of a couple of assorted feet of wires.

“Is it magical?” Billy asks, squatting down beside Tom to watch him work.

For a second, Tom thinks he might’ve been made.

“Do they make you wear a tie and all? I heard the public school uniforms require ties every day, and in real silk.”

‘Magical,’ as Billy means it, is fancy uniforms and full meals. Those are true, too, but they’re not the type of magic that really makes Hogwarts special.

“We haven’t got ties,” which is true, because they’ve got robes instead. Tom heard a couple of the older students talking about how the uniforms might change soon, they might become more Muggle. Jackets and trousers and ties and all that. It might be nice, in some ways—Tom likes the robes well enough, but they also make him feel a bit like a girl in a dress, and that’s funny. Not bad, but funny. He already knows how to feel about trousers.

“We’ve got lots of books, and we never have to share a bed, and the water in the bath comes in hot without having to boil anything,” Tom says. “And they feed us a real Christmas dinner, with roast and pudding and everything.”

“If you stay,” Billy says.

“If you stay,” Tom agrees.

Most of the students don’t stay over for the winter hols. Most of the students don’t need to.

Tom finishes up with the wires, bending them into a coil so they take up less room in his bag. He leaves the remains of their casings on the kerb for someone else to sweep. “Amy’ll have our heads if we let Dennis keep on,” he says.

Billy nods. “Sure will.”

The day ends with a few more finds, the best of which is a mismatched set of bent brass candlesticks. Solid brass, not plated. They found some switch-covers that were only plated, those stuck to the magnet, so they got left behind.

Tom nicks some peaches from a green-grocer, and Amy begs two pies from a soft-hearted shop owner. They sit on the steps of a row house to eat it, the four of them, until the housekeeper pushes them along. They find a mutt who plays fetch for a bit. Tom pets its grey head a little longer than he should, because it’s probably got nits, too, but the stupid thing has dopey eyes and rests its chin on Tom’s knee and he kind of wants to hug it, but not in front of Amy and Dennis, so he settles for the risk of petting a little too long.

He’s awful sorry about the rabbit thing, really. Billy’s the only other one of them who likes animals. Billy wouldn’t’ve laughed if Tom hugged the stray.

By the time they’ve traded their metal to the scrapper and made it back to Wool’s—not home, Wool’s is not a home to anyone who lives there—they’re tired, their feet hurt, and Mrs. Cole is sour about the missed chores. But Tom takes his reprimands, and he helps with Amy and Dennis and Billy until every last baby has gone down to sleep and all the dishes are washed, despite the aches, despite the work, because—because he can feel the weight of that silver shilling in his pocket.

He can take it out at night, when he’s alone in bed, and look at how it shines in the moonlight. He can polish it on his shirt to take off some of the tarnish—it dirties the shirt, but the shirt gets dirty anyhow, and the shilling looks prettier. He can press it to his lips and feel the metal go from cool to warm to blood-hot, which means it’s real.

It’s real. It’s his. And Billy and Amy and Dennis will still have him along every rubbish bin day so that he can get more.

#tom riddle #wool’s orphanage #tomato shorts

[etherealdemon]

C, H, N — oliver 💖

💕 VALENTINE'S DAY ALPHABET

C — CHOCOLATE : does your muse like chocolate? which one is their favourite?

oliver is indifferent to chocolate. he doesn't love it but he doesn't hate it either. he'll happily eat it if it's available but he's not going to go out of his way to get it. in terms of flavours, oliver is simple and likes milk chocolate. he doesn't get the fuss over all these fancy flavours of chocolate and thinks that they can get a bit overwhelming at times. the most experimental chocolate he enjoys is chocolate with a bit of sea salt. he likes the way the salt cuts through the sweetness.

H — HEART : is your muse quick or slow to give their heart away?

when it comes to giving his heart away, oliver lands right in the middle. he's not opposed to giving it away too quickly, it's just because he's never really found the right person at the right time. oliver's always found himself too busy with assignments and band stuff that he's never found the time to go out on dates. his outlook changed when he met lacey. he really enjoyed talking to her that night and wanted to get to know her better. he made the conscious effort to talk to her more and hang out whenever they were both free. he instantly felt that lacey was going to be someone special to him and there was no way he was going to let her go that easily.

N — NAUGHTY : what is your muse like in bed?

in bed, oliver's number one priority will always be lacey. he'll always put her needs before his and will always try to take care of her while still making her feel good. he's very observant and is always quick to pick up on what lacey likes, often using it to his advantage. oliver's dominant side also tends to come out in bed. he tends to get a little handsy and rough with lacey, especially when they're both backstage after a show.

#also i feel like these two hav defs fcked before a gig and lacey marked him on his neck where it could be seen by everyone and he just #went out on stage like oh well <3 #thank yiewww bec!!🖤 #bec💫 #lacey x oliver #oliver rhee #collegeverse #ask game #valentines ask #ask etherealdemon