#over £220 for drinks

[erenthology]

He loves the kind of woman that would actually just k!ll him (quick drabble)

When you scolded his teammates for not picking up after themselves after dinner, he realized something about himself. “We’re sorry” they said in unison. Eren just stared you up and down with craving eyes.

“Dude, your girl is kind of scary.” They muttered as you walked off to the bathroom. He knows…intently following your retreating figure with his eyes.

When he first approached you at a frat party, offering to help carry your drinks, maybe with the intent to take you back to his place later that night..you left him speechless with your glowering glare, muttering explosives at him.

He was stunned as he watched you walk away.

“Poor girl would rather walk spill her drinks than speak with you.” Jean snickered. But Eren just grinned.

It took him a while to get you to warm up to him, but the chase was worth it. Turns out, you’re just a soft cinnamon bun once you let your walls down. For someone who claims she hates cuddles, you sure want cuddles. He loves you, and especially that mouth of yours.

He doesn’t mind when you calmly give him the look if he’s acting up, your sharp tongue, or your quick comebacks. In fact, he loves when you speak up for him if his order is wrong before he gets the chance to, or rather aggressively cheer for him at his games, that in particular makes him blush ever so lovingly. He almost gets shy. Meanwhile you’re swooning over your beast boyfriend smashing 220 pound guys down on the field. Unaware he’s doing the most to impress his girl.

He remembers being taken aback once. You had slapped a stranger who catcalled you. Eren was away buying you ice scream, strictly ordering you to stay within his line of vision since the carnival was “dangerous”. So when he noticed the situation, rushing with the intent of smashing the guys face in, he nearly dropped the ice cream as he witnessed your hand connecting with roaches face. Proudly observing you with gleam in his eyes.

Eren admits it, he’s attracted to intiminating women. He doesn’t know when it started, might’ve been with you. Now that he thinks about it, every girl he used to chase after before you was reserved and timid. Either way, all he knows is every time you let out that side of you, his pants feel tighter.

You come back from the bathroom, noticing the guys picked up after themselves. Finally, you thought.

“Hey Eren, can we get dessert?”

He stands up and grabs you by the loops of your belt, pulling your hips flush against his.

“Can’t you sit on my face first?” face to face spooning you, about to add a “please,” but you smirked and got down on your knees instead. He quickly looked around, “we’re in the living room, the guys might walk come back in.” he stresses.

“Let them.” and Eren swears that one day you’ll give him a heart attack. His girl is a freak, the thought makes him grin.

“Only if you sit on it later.” he was not below begging for it. He actually wouldn’t mind going out by you sitting on his face, it would make him die a happy man.

#ig this is rugby collage boyfriend Eren still? #idk i just wrote it so sorry for any mistakes but a girl is too tired to care atm #does this maybe count as a kinktober-ish post? #I’ll write a proper one soon #night ♥️ #eren smut #attack on titan eren #eren #eren jeager x reader #eren aot #eren fanfiction #eren jaeger #eren x reader #eren yeager x reader #eren x you #erenereneren

[jordyn14]

Do or Drink 2 | Joe Burrow

Summary: Despite what Joe wants, the game continues but is stopped when a dare sounds like too much for Joe and it’s impossible to not give him what he wants.

Pairing: Joe burrow x first person reader

Words: 3237

Notes: this fic contains smut so 18+ please. Thank you so much for liking my other fics, I hope you enjoy!! ❤️

“Wait, stop it.” I quickly said just as Joe was about to thrust into me. Joe looked up at me, thinking something was wrong as I began to shimmy my way out from under Joe. “Are you seriously going to leave me like this because you want to continue the game?” Joe asked me, a mixture of shock and confusion on his face as he referred to his boner. I could tell he was annoyed that I wouldn’t let him relieve himself just yet. What can I say? I was enjoying this game and I didn’t want it to end just yet. “If I recall correctly, it’s your turn.” I said and grabbed my panties from the ground and put them back on. I patted Joes thigh, trying to take my eyes off of the tent in his pants and go back to the game, although with every passing second, I could feel the throb in my pants get more intense, and I somewhat regretted not letting Joe fuck me.

Joe glared at me for a few seconds before reaching over and grabbing another card and then started to read it. As soon as Joe read it, he began to chuckle to himself and then look over to me, contemplating whether he should do it or not. “Don’t drink, do it.” I laughed and tried to look at the card. “Then I have to sit on your lap until it’s my turn again.” He said. I began to laugh more and then snatched the card from his hands and read it, thinking it was a joke, but it wasn’t. “Are you kidding me? You weigh like 500 pounds. You’re gunna crush me.” I laughed, but put my feet down on the ground instead of on the couch to prepare myself for his big ass to sit on me.

“Excuse me? What’s with the fat shaming? I’m only 220 or some shit.” Joe laughed a little before rubbing his hands together in a playful manner while he scooted on closer to me. “Oh boy.” I said to myself as he shimmied his way onto my lap. Joe sat sideways with his feet on the couch so he could put some weight on the couch instead of it all on me. “Holy shit.” I strained when my legs began to ache already as he pushed me down into the couch. We both began to laugh as Joe handed me another card so we could hurry this up and he could get off of my lap. I flipped the card around in my hand and began to read it. “Oooh, yes. Now this I can do.” I said with a little giggle and set the card back down. I reached up and grabbed the top of my bra and began to pull it down until my breasts were completely uncovered. I looked up at Joe as he swallowed hard.

As he looked down at my breasts, his cheeks and ears turned the shade of a tomato and he started breathing heavier. “Did you know that I have a love hate relationship with this game.” Joe asked me as I put my bra back on. “And why is that?” I joked, knowing exactly the reason. Joe loved that during this game, he got to see my breasts or tease me or do things that no other game would allow him to do. The part he hated was that he’s been sitting here with a boner basically since the start of the game, which isn’t very ideal for him. “You know why.” Joe chuckled as he got off my lap and sat down next to me where he originally was since it was his turn again. He leaned forwards and picked up another card and read it out loud with a big laugh. “Imitate your partners moaning or drink twice…oh fuck yeah.” Joe continued to laugh before setting the card down and clearing his throat, preparing himself. Joe began to let out loud and open mouthed moans in a girly way, imitating how I moan. “Oh Joey. Fuck.” He continued to moan.

The whole time, I couldn’t stop laughing as he continued to moan out things that I usually do. “You’re so big!” Joe moaned before I slapped his arm. “The other one I have said, but that one…I have never said that once.” Joe and I both laughed, making him stop moaning finally. “Yeah, but we both know you’re thinking it.” He said and raised his eyebrows up and down really quickly with that panty dropping smile on his face and a wink. I shook my head as I began to blush and grabbed another card with a laugh. Joe placed his hand on my thigh and began to squeeze at my bare skin. I was still only in my panties and bra from having to take off pieces of clothing and it was getting extremely cold. “You’re not going to like this one.” I said with a little laugh and shook my head even more. I knew it would turn him on even more and would drive him crazy. “What is it?” Joe asked curiously. “Both of the options suck.” I said. Joe looked at me a little confused before I said, “either lick your partner’s waist or finish both of your drinks.” I said. I knew that if I finished both of our drinks which were still pretty full, I would surely get drunk, but I knew the other option wasn’t the best for Joe. Joe groaned a little bit out of frustration and rubbed the back of his neck. I then looked down at the huge tent in his pants.

With a small smile, I stood up and walked in front of Joe. Joe just trailed his eyes up my body until we made eye contact. I could see every detail as I stood in front of Joe while he sat manspread on the couch. His bright blue eyes, his long curls that draped over his forehead, his jaw line that was begging me to place kisses along it, his bare neck which I wanted to leave magenta marks on, those plump and red lips and hands that I wanted on me again. I didn't know if it was the mixture of me being horny while being intoxicated that made my head a little fuzzy or the fact that my perfect husband was sitting down right in front of me looking absolutely beautiful, but all I could focus on was him.

My core clenched around nothing and a breath hitched in my throat. “Fuck this game.” I said quickly and pulled the hair tie off of my wrist and gathered up all of my hair, securing it loosely in a ponytail. "You’re fine with ending the game, right?" I asked him with a giggle and started to walk closer to him, despite already knowing the answer. I saw how excited he was getting. Joes eyes filled with lust and he quickly started to pull down his shorts. "I wanted to end the game before but of course you wanted to keep going." Joe said quickly and frantically pulled himself out of his boxers. His cock, free from his pants, tried to spring up, but was weighed down from the size of it as I bent down in front of him on my knees.

With a loud gulp at the size of him, I made eye contact with him and brought my mouth closer to the tip. Opening my mouth, I swirled my tongue around the tip, tasting the pre-cum that coated it before flicking my tongue over the sweet spot on the side of it, tasting the salty remnants. Joe sucked in a breath at the initial contact and in a matter of seconds, tangled his left hand in my hair that was in my ponytail. "C'mon, Don't tease." Joe strained, having waited long enough for this. While maintaining eye contact, I took him in my mouth and started to suck and slurp while grabbing the base of his cock with my right hand since I couldn't take him all. "Oh fuck." Joe hissed. His eyes rolled into the back of his head while I made sure not to neglect a single vein as I sucked him into oblivion. I went down until the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat and then started to bob my head up and down.

My hand at the base of his cock worked together with my mouth to ensure that I didn’t miss a single inch of him. As I looked up at Joe, he breathed heavily and gripped my hair tightly, forcing my head down on his cock. While I bobbed my head up and down, Joe emphasized my movements by pushing my head down so his cock hit the back of my throat each time, almost making me gag. Tears and mascara ran down my face until I needed to pull away from Joe to get in a breath. With my other hand, I gripped Joes thigh and pulled my mouth off of him while still pumping him with my other hand. Joe, knowing I needed a break to breathe and now able to look down at me, made eye contact with me as a stream of saliva and precum dripped down my chin and onto Joe’s thigh.

"Come here." Joe said and started to lift me up off of the ground in front of him. My knees cracked in the process from being on the hard ground and then I straddled Joes lap. Joe placed his arms on the back of the couch, wanting me to do everything since I denied him sex for a while. Nerves flooded my body and I questioned if I could even do this. Every single time I've rode Joe, Halfway through my legs burn and it feels like I can't go anymore. It gets to the point where Joe has to take over, but today I kind of deserve it I guess. "Use the couch baby. Just use the couch." Joe talked me up. Joe breathed heavily as the desire for him to be inside of me increased. "You can do it." Joe hummed softly.

I took a deep breath, and, with a nod, moved my panties to the side. As I touched my panties, I felt the pool that formed and was currently getting bigger, and my thighs were damp with my own arousal. I lined myself up with Joe before slowly lowering myself onto his cock. The tip of Joes cock pushed through my soaking folds and I sunk down a little deeper. A loud gasp escaped my lips as I took a second to get adjusted to his size. My walls clenched down around him, making us both say, "fuck", at the same time. I let out loud moans as I sunk down deeper and deeper on Joe, his cock stretching me out and filling me up in the most perfect ways. "That's it, baby, you can take more." Joe groaned, muttering sweet words of encouragement which only made me more confident. With Joes words and a loud moan that escaped my lips, I sunk all the way down on Joes cock.

I began to move up and down on Joes cock and move my hips forwards and backwards, creating a rhythm that almost sent me over the edge as soon as I started. From under me, Joe wasn't ashamed of hiding his noises of pleasure and groans as I road him. Hearing Joe only made me want to pleasure him more, so I road him faster and harder, the tip of his dick hitting my g-spot repeatedly every time I sunk all the way down on his cock, making me let out loud open mouthed moans. A feeling of total pleasure and euphoria washed over me and flooded my head and I leaned my head back and sealed my eyes shut. I moved forwards more and hit a spot I missed the entire time and let out a loud, "oh fuck Joey.”

With his left hand, Joe brought it up and grabbed my chin between his index finger and thumb, bringing my head down. I opened my eyes and made eye contact with Joe before my legs started to burn. I slowed down the movement of my hips and let out a moan when Joe brought his hand back down to where we were connected and rubbed his thumb gently over my clit. "Use the couch, baby." Joe said through gritted teeth as I rode him and my walls fluttered around his dick. I listened to him and put my hands on the back of the couch and gripped it hard.

While maintaining eye contact with Joe, I used the couch as leverage and started to bounce up and down on him faster, his cock once again hitting my cervix with even more force, my veins coursing with pure ecstasy. "Fuck-There you go." Joe groaned and clenched his jaw down hard as I rode him. Within a few seconds, I felt a knot in my stomach and then my high washed over me. I crumbled on Joes lap as my legs and then whole body began to shake. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. "Oh my gosh." I breathed out as my body came down from my high. I breathed heavily as my orgasms washing over me. With a little moan, I lifted myself off of Joe's cock. “You did so good." Joe talked me up as he lifted me off of his lap and on the couch so I was laying flat on my back. Joe climbed up in between my legs and kissed my lips before he trailed his kisses along my jawline and then settled on a spot on my neck, surely leaving magenta marks. While he did this, he took off my panties and threw them to the side again.

I let out eager moans as he sucked and kissed the soft skin on my neck. I ran my fingers through his hair and tugged a little bit as my core throbbed. “I need you.” I begged as I breathed heavily, needing Joe inside of me again. “Be patient." Joe said, teasing me. Joe began to slowly kiss and suck on the other side of my neck, leaving hickeys on that side too. One of joes hands started to squeeze and play with my right breast. Moaning slightly, I put my hands on joes back and dug my fingernails into it, wanting him to stop messing around. “Please.” I sighed eagerly as he continued to kiss my neck. Right after I said this, Joe spread my legs apart with one hand and then detached his lips from my neck with a small popping sound.

Joe looked into my eyes, but all I could focus on was what was in between his legs. I once again gulped the size and started to wiggle underneath of him, needing him. “Go on, baby.” Joe said. I reached down slowly and grabbed his cock in my hand. Joe groaned at the contact as I gave it a few small pumps with my hand. I looked at the tip that was red and dotted with not only his pre-cum but my arousal as well and started to slide the tip along my soaking wet folds. Soon after I did this, he pushed into me. I tensed up at the immediate feeling as he stretched me out and filled me up. “Fuck, baby.” Joe moaned at the feeling of my walls squeezing around him. I gasped roughly at the feeling of him inside of me but took a few deep breaths which calmed me down and let me acclimate to his size. “Are you okay?” Joe asked me. I quickly nodded in response, preparing for the pleasure I was about to feel. As soon as I nodded, he began to thrust deeply into me, letting me adjust to his length before he started to go in faster and harder.

My nails dug into joes back as he repeatedly thrust into me, and I knew I was leaving red welts and even blood. “Oh Joey. Fuck." I said, moaning his name loudly. Every time Joe would pull out a little, it was met with a fast and hard thrust back into me. As he fucked me, I arched my back and ran my fingers either through his hair or his muscular back, the feeling of pleasure taking over. His hips slammed against mine so hard that he had to hold my hip with one hand so I didn’t move as much. A clapping sound filled the room shortly after. My mascara and tears streamed down my face as we made eye contact. No matter what, Joe wanted to look into my eyes. He wanted to look at my fucked out face and see just how good he made me feel. It didn’t matter if it was in a mirror or not, he loved looking at me. When I thought he couldn’t get any hotter, he reached up with his other hand and grabbed onto the arm of the couch for more stability as his hips snapped quickly against mine and picked up the pace, causing my eyes to roll into the back of my head.

I felt the knot come back, but I didn’t focus on it and I didn’t want Joe to push me to my orgasm just yet. The amount of pleasure I was feeling was unlike no other and I wanted to feel this forever. I continuously let out moans and when the pleasure started to get replaced with some pain, I bit my lip hard and soon tasted blood. As we made eye contact, Joe read my facial expression and then dropped one of his hands down to where we were connected and started to rub slow and gentle circles into my clit. “Don’t stop!” I moaned out loudly as the pain was once again replaced with pleasure. I’m in sensation overload and it feels amazing: Joe’s slow circles on my clit and the way he is fucking me into the couch with every thrust is driving me absolutely crazy. When the knot became too hard to ignore, I arched my back and felt myself clench around him as I came apart for Joe, my orgasm washing over me once again. “Joey.” I moaned his name loudly, scratching his back hard as his hips continued to thrust into me quickly. As we made eye contact, I shook my head slightly, letting Joe know that I wasn’t able to go any more rounds, so Within a few seconds, Joe’s thrusts got sloppy before he groaned and I felt a twitch inside of me.

I let out one final moan as Joe pulled out of me and collapsed by my side as my body rippled and shook next to him, my orgasm washing over me. The both of us breathed heavily, sweat coating the both of our foreheads and Joe’s liquid ran down my thigh. “You’re amazing.” I said, out of breath. Joe looked over at me and wrapped me in his arms. “No you are.” He said, also out of breath, placing a kiss on the top of my head.

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[the-fluffy-folio]

Nope-Sudes – Potion, very rare

Although the nope-suds may look like an ordinary bucket of soapy water, it is in fact a potent potion and tool for combat. Sometimes found in skely-ton-infested dungeons and imbued with the magic of the dark goddess they worship, the contained liquid is rumoured to grant sinister powers. But who would voluntarily drink from a mop bucket…

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[prettieinpink]

IMPROVING YOUR LIFE ASPECTS: THE LITTLE HABITS

Hello girlies and genitals, I am aware that my posts haven’t been up to my standard lately but thank you so much for 220+ followers. I’m so grateful for each and every one of you to be apart of this blog and I wish for us to grow into the best versions of ourselves.

Today, I have something special to celebrate: a collaboration with everyone’s favourite, honey! ( @honeytonedhottie )Thank you honey for this idea of a collab, which has been so fun talking and it’s been a pleasure working with you, I hope we do another one in the future. If you haven’t already, go and follow honey(the best decision trust)!

her part of this collab is here ! go read it and follow her yall

GENERAL

habits that are uncategorised or improve multiple aspects of your life <3

Prioritising yourself. Put yourself over anyone else, even if it effects them. I know it’s harsh, but put on your oxygen mask before helping others.

Establishing routines in your daily life. Morning, evening, study, workout etc, we humans thrive on routines.

Start implementing small things to look forward to during the day. Whether it’s drinking a hot beverage before bed, or going out on a walk in the sun, just having these things makes it easier for us to get through the day.

Curate your social media, ensure what you are feeding your mind is nourishing it, not destroying it. + avoid any mental clutter from your feed

Saying positive affirmations to yourself before the day! It’s an nice way to pump yourself up.

Set boundaries. Not only with others, but yourself. Don’t allow yourself to sleep late constantly or have over 8 hours of screen time.

Learn how to say no. Saying no is now considered a powerful tool for someone to have because we then allow the things we do want to come in our lives and guard ourselves from things we don’t want in our lives.

Setting one daily goal! It doesn’t have to be a difficult or challenging one, but preferably something you feel uncomfortable about doing.

EDUCATION

Being educated is the most powerful asset nowadays, besides, learning is the best beauty regimen!

Reading a few news articles a day, being updated with the latest news in your country and community is a great advantage in general and a way to stimulate your mind

Reading paperback/hard copy books is another great way to stimulate your mind without scrolling endlessly. You learn new experiences and ideas, and gain more empathy for others.

Learning another language! This is extremely useful because when we learn it, we stimulate another part of our brain that is usually inactive + a great thing to put on resumes or applications.

Having high quality sleep actually helps with long term memory and sustaining everything you’ve learnt in the day. 6-8 hours in an ideal number of sleep.

Taking regular breaks which are productive,this is so important for sustaining your motivation and avoiding burnout. E.g going out for a walk, meditation, Journalling

Spending a few hours a day without relying on electronic devices. Social media and more will put so much mental clutter in your head, being away from it allows for mental clarity.

Doing focus meditations before doing any deep work. This allows you to stay on task for much longer and rids of any mental clutter.

Talking to others who have more expertise than you and listening, but you do not have to agree with them, it’s just valuable to have another person’s perspective and experience.

Challenge yourself daily and start being comfortable with feeling uncomfortable. Research about topics you dislike, do things you struggle at at least once a week.

PERSONALITY

Being charming, but still being down to earth to yourself while maintaining good relationships with others allows for happiness + harmony within you.

Sharpen up your vocabulary and learn to pronounce words that are difficult. People who are clear and concise speakers are automatically magnetic.

Learning how to use more advanced words in daily conversations, it gives off a more sophisticated and educated vibe to others.

Be passionate about the things and people you love, even if looked down upon by others. Trust, because everything that you love will come in abundance.

Making an effort to truly listen and understand someone. Engage with them, ask open ended questions and maintaining open body language. People will be so much more interested about who you are as a person.

Be genuine. Not only to others, but also yourself. People naturally gravitate to those who know themselves and their values.

Being truly kind to others. Always lend out a helping hand, even if you know they wouldn’t have done the same for you. Whatever you put out, will come back.

Relating to the previous point, don’t be afraid to ask for help from others. While you should strive to be independent, allow yourself to receive and be provided for.

Work towards being confident. Not only in your physical appearance but also your abilities, your standing in life and your environment. The only validation you should get is from you!

Smile, even if you’re not in the mood for it, smiling actually boosts our mood and the moods of others + it gives off more approachable vibes.

Start complimenting others, even if you do not believe that compliment yourself. We make ourselves more approachable and kinder to others, but it also will change our mind to be more positive and accepting.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Keep up with that beautiful, sexy, cute, perfect face babes. Make looking yourself in the mirror your favourite pastime and bless others with the privilege of seeing you.

Your smile is the best part about yourself. Brush those pearly whites, use mouthwash and floss. If really nesscessary use a teeth serum.

Do yoga and stretches to improve your posture. You’ll notice different parts of your body improving, like your jaw, hump neck etc.

Start nose breathing. A small one for sure, but it can make or break you in the long run.

Sleep on your back, your mouth is closed so you don’t breath through it and it helps with symmetry of your face.

Create a beauty planner. Plan what you want to do for yourself, whether it’s at home or done professionally, plan on what days you do it, the products you use, the vibe you’re going for etc

Create a closet you feel confident in. The l rarest and expensive thing you can wear is confidence in yourself.

Start sanitising your hands regularly. Even if we try, we still touch our face during the day. Instead of trying to fight against it, just make sure your hands are clean.

Smell good, there’s tons of tutorials out there that outline how to be smelling good all day. It makes you feel good and others moods will boost around you.

Change pillowcases like once a week, it can easily get dirty and can affect your skin and hair.

Keep track of your beauty products and when they expire, but if anything of that substance changes even mildly, throw it!

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[codenamesazanka]

Dabi:

General backstory given in Chapter 301 and 302 - the specifics of the breakdown of the Todoroki household, how Touya ended up developing Blue Flames, and what led to the inferno at Sekoto Peak.

Then gets one more backstory reveal in Chapter 350 when he reveals to Shouto how he became Dabi - how coming home after three years and seeing the "same old story" of Endeavor's selfishness and abuse was the thing that truly broke him.

Spinner (and Heteromorphs):

General backstory given in Chapter 220 - that heteromorphs are discriminated against, to the point there's anti-heteromorph hate groups; Chapter 233 tells us Spinner was bullied into becoming a shut-in.

Then more details are reveal in Chapters 370-373 - how widespread and entrenched anti-heteromorph sentiments are in the countryside, how heteromorph children are "forced to bear scars"; Spinner tells us a specific thing - he was sprayed with pesticides just for walking outside. Lots of Heteromorphs in general hold a grudge against Heroes for not doing anything about this.

Toga:

General backstory given in Chapter 225 and 226 - she had a quirk that had her instinctively associate affection with blood-drinking, her parents yelled at her and she went through quirk counseling but it didn't work, and later she snapped and stabbed a kid.

Gets more detailed backstory flashbacks in Chapter 391 - the extent of the emotional abuse her parents dealt, the conformity and alienation that quirk counseling forced upon her, and just how inhuman she's felt living on the current world.

In all the above, we have the villain; their backstory pointing to a problem, established in Act II of the story; and as they confront the Hero in a final battle in Act III, a second part to the backstory is revealed - one that shows how the problem is actually worse than previously shown. (To validate the genuineness of the villain's pain and anger at just how Heroes have failed them; final emphasis that the villains really do deserve saving and the Hero is correct for wanting to save them.)

So. Shigaraki:

His general backstory given in Chapter 222 and Chapter 235-237 - the dysfunctions of Shimura family that can be traced back to Nana's decision to pick heroics over family; how Tenko had been repeatedly rejected and ignored by people who should've helped him; the Decay quirk manifesting; and how AFO took advantage of this accumulation of tragedies to groom Tomura into the Symbol of Fear.

All that, but following the possible pattern, I think we might just get one more backstory reveal for Shigaraki, especially given the memory share between him and Deku. A new flashback to his time growing up with AFO.

Place your bets on what it is. Me, I think we'll finally learn why All Might ticks him off so bad.

#shigaraki tomura #Shimura Tenko #spinner #Iguchi Shuuichi #toga himiko #dabi #todoroko touya #bnha #mha #heroaca #nalslastworkingbraincell

[yes-divine-ruler]

Stan Bowes x Fem!Reader Smut - “Shopping w/ Your Sugar Daddy”

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CW: public, vaginal sex, fingering, daddy kink a bit

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Word count: 2001

"Hey, hop in."

Stan was seated on the leather in the backseat of his chauffeur's car, a cellphone tucked between his ear and his shoulder. You were waiting for him to arrive on the sidewalk, your body wrapped in an opulent minx coat to protect you from the New York chill. Stubbing out your cigarette with the ball of your stiletto, you slide in beside him, closing the door and buckling yourself in for the journey.

Stan didn't speak to you at first, his face screwed in concentration as he listened to his colleague fill him in on the aftermath of a client meeting. He did place his large hand over your stockinged thigh though, squeezing your skin with every emphasis he made to his colleague over the phone. You were just happy to be there, taking the opportunity to reapply your lipstick in the reflection of your compact mirror. When Stan finally hung up the phone he sighed in frustration, shoving the cellphone into the front pocket of his suit jacket.

His attention finally turned to you, his eyes raking over your appearance as you began to chew on a piece of gum.

"I'm sorry, work is on my ass even when I'm not in the office.." he leaned in closer to you, "where's my kiss?"

You obliged happily, closing the space between you to press a long, hard kiss to his soft lips. He moaned into the kiss, totally consumed by you as your lips moved against his. You pulled away to take a subtle breath, Stan's hand reaching upwards to cup your cheek, his thumb rubbing over your cheekbone. You'd noticed he'd taken off his wedding band.

"Are we still going to Manhattan Mall?" You asked him, your lustrous eyes peering into his.

He chuckled softly, nodding his head before pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

"Yeah baby, I have until 6 o'clock before I have to drive back to New Jersey."

You pouted, not realising there were time restrictions on your date. Stan had promised to take you shopping so he could buy you half a new wardrobe of winter clothing, and you weren't sure if 2 hours was enough time to try everything you needed on.

"Daddy," your voice got quiet, your tone quivering, "can't you leave at 7 instead? I need time to look around and try everything on."

Stan rolled his eyes with a smile, lacing your fingers with a small chuckle.

"Okay let's make it 6.30, and I won't bother you the whole time."

You were both dropped outside Manhattan Mall, and hand in hand you made your way inside, already buzzing with excitement. You dragged Stan into the first store you saw, immediately riffling through the clothes on the rack at the entrance of the store. Stan stood back, silently watching you with a small smile on his lips. Nothing made him happier than seeing you happy.

"Daddy? Can you hold this?" You turn with already an arms-full of clothing, dropping it into Stan's arms without giving him time to react. With a grumble he took the clothes, and followed behind you as you manoeuvred over to the fitting rooms.

Stan hung the clothes up for you, and then sat outside on a bench to take another phone call. You drew the curtain, and began to try on every item of clothing.

"You haven't showed me a single outfit baby," Stan pined from outside, and giggling from his whining, you drew back the curtain. His eyes almost popped out of his head, his mouth hanging open in surprise.

"Oh shit."

You had tried on a blue-black $220 woollen trench coat, but failed to wear anything underneath. Stan sat back as you did a small spin for him, facing him once more so he could drink in your lace panties and matching bra.

"Very nice," Stan licked his lips, shuffling uncomfortably in his seat, when you'd noticed the tent that began to form in his work trousers, "Now get back inside before someone else sees you."

"I'm gonna buy all of it."

Stan gave up his card without hesitation once you were both standing at the counter, not even remotely phased by the quadruple digits glaring at him from the back of the till.

He held your bags as you waltzed through the mall together, eyeing everything and feeling like you could buy it all. Stan stopped when you passed a lingerie store, raising his eyebrows at you questionably.

"How about we go in here?" He shot you a cheeky smile, laying a kiss at the corner of your mouth.

"Wouldn't you just love that," you teased, agreeing to walk into the store with him.

Stan was quick to find something he liked, that he thought would look so good on you, it almost made him drool.

"Try this one, please?" Stan pouted at you, revealing the most skimpy pair of panties you'd ever seen. You let out a chuckle, shaking your head and taking them from him.

"Stan, you can't just try on panties," you said, rolling your eyes at his naivety, "and I thought you said you weren't going to bother me."

"We'll buy them after, I'll even pay for them before you try them on," he brought you over to the fitting rooms and nudged you into a stall. You hadn't realised that the panties were a part of a set, with a matching embroidered suspender belt connected to a lace corset, until he'd placed the hook of the coat hanger in your hand.

Fulfilling his wish, you stripped down to nothing and tried everything on, knowing that Stan would buy it for you just so he could rip it off you later.

"Okay, come in, but eyes closed," peering at yourself in the mirror, and letting your hair cascade down one shoulder, you waited for Stan to come into the stall with you. You watched as his hand peeked through the curtain first, and you quickly grabbed onto it to pull him inside.

His eyes were closed and the smile on his face didn't waver as you closed the curtain behind him.

"No peeking," you giggled, guiding his hand towards your breast, letting him knead it in his big hand. He let out a frustrated groan as your hand began to palm him through his pants.

"Can I look now?" He pleaded, and when you'd said yes, his eyes opened.

He sucked in a deep breath, holding it in as his eyes raked your body once again. He was in heaven seeing the expensive lingerie on your body, noticing the way it hugged every curve just the right way.

"Holy shit," he muttered, placing his hands on your hips and pulling you into his chest.

"What do you think?" You asked, batting your eyelashes up at him as your fingers played with the lapels of his fitted blazer, suddenly feeling the urge to tear it off his broad shoulders.

"I think..I wanna fuck you right now," his lips ghosted over the outer of your ear, the hairs on the back of your neck spiking as his breath fanned the side of your face. You let out a small whine, your grip on his blazer only tightening as Stan began to pepper kisses across your jaw.

"You're so sexy, my girl, I just wanna feel you around me."

His lewd praise rung through your ears as he connected his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. He backed you against the wall of the stall, hiking up your thighs and wrapping them around his waist. You pushed his blazer to the floor, as his tongue greedily explored your mouth, your fingers working at the fastener of his dress pants. 

Your fingers tugged down his boxers, just enough to free his hardened cock. His lips returned to the skin of your neck as you began to stroke him softly, biting down into your skin to stop himself from moaning.

Supporting you with one arm against the wall, Stan spat on his fingers, before pulling your new panties to the side and sliding his fingers through your slick folds. You tugged on his hair in anticipation, waiting him for him to finally enter you.

"Gotta be quiet baby," Stan murmured, finally sliding a finger into your entrance, expertly curling his finger to prepare you for his length. You bit your lip, hard enough to draw blood, as he added a second finger to pleasure you with.

His fingers came to a halt, and hastily he pushed his tip against your entrance. Stan’s dark eyes rolled back as he sunk into you, bringing his hand up to your mouth to stop you from mewling out loud. Your eyebrows furrowed in pleasure as he bottomed out inside you, your heart beat accelerating as the adrenaline kicked in. You would be in so much trouble if anyone caught you right now.

He began to thrust, his bottom lip between his teeth as he picked up the pace inside you, his fingers soaked in your arousal still covering your quivering lips.

“Oh fuck,” he whispered, a dull knocking beginning to sound from your bodies hitting the wall behind you. Neither of you cared in the moment, the thought of someone catching you leaving your mind as you felt the knot start to tighten in your lower abdomen.

Stan held you so close, rutting his hips upwards to meet your sweet spot again and again, the wet sounds of you the source of the red hue that flourished across your cheeks.

“I’m cumming baby, all in that tight little pussy,” Stan’s crude whispered words made a shiver run up your spine, “cum with me baby, I feel you getting close.”

It pushed you over the edge, waves of an intense orgasm coursing through your body as Stan filled you with his warm seed, a loud moan caught in the back of your throat. His last few thrusts were sloppy and uneven, and when he finally set you back on your feet, he captured your lips in another kiss.

“Fuck I can’t get enough of you,” Stan groaned against your lips, pulling up his boxers and fastening his pants.

He looked down at his watch, his eyes widening when he realised the time.

“Let’s buy these baby and get outta here, I gotta get going, I’m sorry angel.”

Your heart sank, but you couldn’t let him know, watching longingly as he slipped out of the stall unnoticed and answered the phone that was ringing in his blazer pocket. It was the downside of what should be only a transactional relationship.

You folded the lingerie, dressing yourself once more, and exiting the stall yourself, taking the garments to the front counter.

Stan was on the phone when he swiped his card, and you curtly thanked the retail assistant behind the counter as you left the store, who of which you thought might’ve known of your prior activities from the distasteful look on her face.

“I’m gonna call you a cab princess, I’ll be back in New York in a couple days,” Stan held out a hand to hail a taxi, still holding your bags of clothing in his firm grasp.

“Stan,” you stopped him as the cab halted in front of you on the sidewalk, “you promise you’ll see me? Come by the apartment?”

He hastily packed your shopping into the boot of the car, and then stopped in front of you. He offered you a soft smile, his eyes showing as much longing as your own as he hugged you to his chest. It wasn’t easy for him either to leave.

“Promise baby girl, I’ll see you soon.”

Stan made sure you were secure in the backseat of the cab, tapping the window as a final goodbye once you were buckled in. You watched from the side mirror as Stan disappeared into the distance, swallowed by the foot-traffic on the busy Manhattan stretch.

#evan peters #evan peters fanfic #evan peters fanfiction #evan peters smut #evan peters requests #evan peters imagine #evan peters x reader #american horror story #2nd person pov #fem!reader #stan bowes #stan bowes smut #stan bowes x reader #pose fx #stan bowes pose #angel evangelista

[bad268]

Publicly in Love (Frog Boys X Reader)

[Blank] in Love Pt 4

Fandom: RPF/Miscellaneous

Requested: Technically no, but I incorporated two requests from @youngcreatorlady and @goldenstarofthunderclan. I hope yall don't mind <3 Side note, I’m gonna start taking requests for Pezzy! I’ve been in a Pezzy mood and found out I really like writing for him lol

Warnings: none.

Pronouns: First person (I/me/they/them)

W.C. approx 220 each

Summary: Going public with the Frog Boys

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

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<-Part 3

Puffer

“Are you sure this is the best way to go about this?” I asked, looking back at Puffer from my spot on his lap. We were looking at the screen where he was logged into his Instagram with a drafted post of the two of us. He thought the best idea was to hard launch on Instagram and hope for the best. “You barely post as it is. This will give everyone a heart attack.”

“Would you rather join a live stream?” He asked back rhetorically, knowing I would not do well under the live scrutiny. “This is just easier.”

“Easier for who? You, me, or your fans?” I laughed back as I leaned my head onto his shoulder.

“You and me,” he whispered, wrapping his arms tightly around my waist. “If we did a live stream, it would be an hour or two of straight questions. If we post something, I can log off and we can completely forget about it.”

“You are devious. I love it,” I chuckled, looking back at the caption. “What are you going to say?”

“I don’t know yet,” He admitted, “What do you think?”

“Fuck it, we ball,” I replied, straightfaced before turning back to make eye contact, “Hard launch edition.”

“That’s so bad!” He laughed, leaning in to hide his face in my shoulder.

“You never said it had to be good!”

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Pezzy

Drunk Q&As were fun. Especially when it had been going on for a couple of hours at this point. Ever since I came back from visiting my family, my mentions have been blowing up with clips from the stream where I called Pezzy my favorite simp. It was while drunk that I remembered that Pezzy and I never confirmed or outed our relationship.

“Are yall roommates or what cuz damn I wish my roommate looked at me like that,” one of the comments read.

“Yeah, if his roommate also gets to go out with him,” I laughed, downing the last shot of soju. “I also get to kiss him, so that’s fun.”

“Fun?!” he laughed, almost falling off his chair. “Kissing me is fun?”

“What would you rather me talk about?” I quipped back. “I can talk about how mindblowing you are-”

“And that’s enough from you,” He slapped his hand over my mouth to stop me from talking. “You’re cut off. Don’t continue that thought.”

“I was going to talk about your bike but okay,” I groaned after I pulled his hand away from my mouth, but kept his hand in mine. “Anyways, chat. He’s mine, so back the fuck up.”

“So possessive, damn,” he laughed, pulling our intertwined hands up to place a kiss on my knuckles. “It's hot.”

“Nah, just jealous.”

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Droid

“Guys, I swear to god,” I groaned into my pillow. I agreed to do a sleep stream with Droid weeks ago, but now, it was honestly hell. Not only was I so drained from the day in general, I was not feeling at all social to put up a facade for the viewers. My social battery was dead, and I just seemed pissed, probably. “Can we not play the Buzz Lightyear commercial nine times in a fucking row?!”

“That’s what that noise was?” Droid asked as he came back into the room with snacks and drinks. “Did yall make them insane or what?”

“Shut the fuck up,” I wined as I covered my ears. Droid set the drinks and snacks to the side as he laid down on his side of the mattress we set up. He also leaned over to the speakers to turn them down a couple of notches before leaning back. Once he was situated, I moved his arm, so I could lay into his side. “Chat, don’t. Just don’t fucking say anything.”

“Yeah, they’re allowed to do this,” He said into the microphone as he pulled up the chat on his phone, reading through some of the comments. “We get it, they’re cute and tired. Shut it.” 

Despite the noise, it did not take long to fall asleep. And it certainly did not take long for the chat to notice either. However, it was not until chat started spamming at Droid did he noticed. “Guys leave my s/o alone. Be lucky they even agreed to this.”

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Grizzy

Being on a panel at PAX AUS was a highlight of any creator. To have been invited was unimaginable. I was invited to be on a panel with the Misfits along with Grizzy and Smitty. We had flown in a few days prior (with a load of delays, might I add), and now, it was finally the day.

Sitting on the stage was surreal. With Grizzy on my left and Tobi on my right, we started answering questions down the line.

“Next question is for Y/n and Grizzy, technically,” the fan started. Immediately, I knew where it was going, so I lifted my hand that was already holding Grizzy’s onto the table. The fan began stuttering as they gestured to our hands. “Um, I think that answers my question.”

“If the question was if Girizzy and I are together,” I said just to confirm, and I was met with a timid nod from them, “the answer is yes. We have been together for a couple of months now.”

“And before anyone asks, technically, they made the first move,” Grizzy added.

“I thought you were asleep!” I objected, turning to face him while still keeping the microphone in my hand.

“That does not make it sound any better!” Grizzy and the rest of the group laughed.

“Trust me,” Fitz interjected, “that does not make it sound any less creepy. And I even know the whole story!”

“Oh my god, shut the fuck up, all of you!”

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Part 5 ->

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#big puffer x reader #pezzy x reader #elastic droid x reader #grizzy x reader #bigpuffer x reader #elasticdroid x reader #pezzy #grizzy #big puffer #bigpuffer #elastic droid #elasticdroid #bad268 #ship268 #thing268 #bad268 [blank] in love

[epickiya722]

I'm new to the JJK fandom, and after one month of interacting with the fandom, I noticed that many view Gojo as a womanizer. I believe it to be false.

Maybe it's because of that one time Gege commented that he doesn't see Gojo being faithful to a woman (that man looks like a twink, so I don't blame you, Akutami). Nonetheless, I do not believe it means that Gojo is a playboy/ fuckboy.Let me tell you: while Gojo got the looks, it does not change the fact that he got no hoes He's a hoe repellent no matter the gender.

He is that type of guy that is really handsome, but the moment he opens his mouth, your perception of him changes so much that you would find Deadpool's left ass cheek more attractive. Hell, even Toji's worm. My dude is annoying as hell. He is rude, tactless, and privileged. Add to that the fact that he might also have mommy and daddy issues  because I'm sure he was not treated like a normal kid (but that is another discussion for another time).

Gojo might also have a lot of trust issues combined to the fact that he tends to isolate himself by not letting himself get too close to others. Like this guy is the strongest sorcerer, and his birth caused a shift in the Jujutsu world. Since his birth, people have been trying to kill him. Even the higher up in Jujutsu, see him as a nuisance and are waiting for the opportunity to do him dirty and you to tell me that he doesn't have trust issues? He has infinity on all the time, to the point that he does that subconsciously, and you want to tell me that he's gonna drop that just to get laid? So that he can get  a cursed technique aimed right at his balls?

And even if he is a playboy in the sense that it's not sexual and it's just emotional cheating. The dude feels like no one can relate to him. No one understands what it's like to be at the top, to be the strongest. So what would be the point?

I like Gojo, but in real life, being in a relationship with this man means you'll probably be his therapist because I know this guy has a lot of issues. At least he got money, so you'll be compensated I guess?

I'm rambling a lot, and it's not structured, but I also do not want to write a whole essay in your ask box.

In conclusion: It must be the cash cause it ain't your personality or whatever Beyoncé said.

What do you think?

When I tell you that "womanizer Gojo" is one of the characterizations I hate that some of the fandom has given him I HATE IT.

This is why we take the time to reread something and better understand it because in what world does a womanizing Gojo fits? Especially, in canon when it would be hard to maintain a romantic relationship given the risks Jujutsu sorcerers take? And with the description you gave are other reasons why Gojo wouldn't have a significant other.

Let's be honest, if there was one person who could handle Gojo it was Geto. This isn't me saying this as a shipper, but just stating a fact.

Like, if he would have a romantic partner, it would have him. Shoko's their friend, yes. But that is the most that she sees herself as. Chapter 220, she states hell would freeze over before she falls for any of those two. She's aware of the flaws they both have, but that doesn't she didn't want to be there for them.

One thing I like about Gojo is that despite the reputation he has as a sorcerer, he got his flaws that make him human. Just me, but I don't see the point of adding more flaws to him if I like him already as he is. Like, come on. Just make an OC, at this point.

I know sometimes canon can suck, but fanon? Is worse sometimes.

It's like how some people will depict Yuji drinking and eating anything because "Oh, he's a total dumbass".

I hate that. Yes, Yuji states he's dumb, but he has displayed he does have intelligence and sometimes even he ain't with the bullshit with others. When he said he'll eat anything, it was more on the lines of "I'll eat a cursed object to save people" not "I'll drink gasoline because I was dared to".

Like, damn, he ain't that careless! He ain't that stupid! (Just giving him the Kaminari treatment, huh?)

Just... I wish more people actually stop and think about what they're reading instead of running with it and going with a depiction that others say is "canon" (it's not) or "better than canon". Especially, with a media that isn't from your native country.

#kiya answers #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #jjk manga spoilers #jjk spoilers

[twisted-turtels]

Crossed Paths (Pt.2)

Farleigh Start x black!fem!oc

Author’s note: I’m on a role tonight. This is gonna be a friends-to-lover kind of story. I guess Farleigh's personality is kind of a head cannon, but we know he is a dick head and he still is, but not to Jordan. Just cute, playful banter. I can't wait to keep writing more. 

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

1133 words

Crossed Paths

Does the fit give rich, posh English major whose school is paid for by daddy’s money? Jordan thinks to herself as she’s admiring herself in the mirror. She woke up extra early today to make sure everything looked good. Jordan took the time to do her makeup and even set out an outfit the night before. The weather will be pretty chilly, but “A hoe never gets cold,” as her mother would say, so Jordan decided to wear a skirt today. She looks down at her watch. Only 8:30. I still have time to grab something quick to eat and drink. She grabs her school bag and keys and exits the door.

Jordan comes across a quaint cafe and decides to go inside. She notices there’s a line, so she decides to wait. As she takes a look at the menu, she feels a presence standing behind her. She turns around to see Farleigh standing in line as well.

“Look who’s trying to fit into the Oxford aesthetic,” Farleigh remarks with a sly grin. 

Jordan looks down at her outfit, “I- Well,” Farleigh laughs, “I’m just messing with you. Your outfit is cute,” he turns to look at the menu, “What are you getting?”

Jordan laughs, “I think it’s only customary to try the tea that the British lose their minds over. And a scone as well.”

The line continues to move until she and Farleigh are at the counter. 

“Hi, can I get-” Jordan starts, “Can we get two teas with milk and a vanilla scone?” Farleigh continues. Jordan stares at Fareligh in disbelief, “So you’re paying?” She asks. “Of course, it’s the gentlemanly thing to do,” he responds.

Oh, so he got money?

“I suppose so.” Jordan smiles.

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Farleigh and Jordan walk out of the cafe towards campus. 

“How does it taste, Jordy?”

“Oh, so it’s Jordy now,” Jordan laughs softly, “and it tastes fine, nothing like sweet tea, though, which is ten times better. The scone is delicious, though.”

“I never asked, but what are you studying?” Farleigh asks. “I’m actually studying English,” Jordan responds. “No way! Me too. What's your first class today?” Farleigh persists. “I’m gonna be honest. I only know the professor and room number. It’s Professor Ware, if I’m not mistaken-” 

“I have Professor Ware, too,” Farleigh continues

“In room 220?” Jordan questions.

“Yeah,” Farleigh confirms. “Oh, thank god. I thought I was gonna be alone,” Jordan says. She felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. “You’re never gonna be alone. You got me, Felix, and Venetia,” Farleigh checks his watch, “Oh shit, we’re gonna be late. We gotta walk faster.” He teasingly walks ahead of Jordan. 

“Wait for me. I got short legs!” Jordan rushes after him, laughing. As they pick up the pace, the laughter continues. Maybe Oxford won’t be so bad. 

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They finally make it to the room. Is this the professor’s office? Before Jordan even had a chance to question it, Farleigh grabbed her wrist and rushed them into the room. Jordan hurriedly sits in one of the chairs while Farleigh throws himself on an armchair. 

“I’m so sorry. Sorry, I’m late. Sorry, I’m late. We got completely lost.” Farleigh hurriedly explains.

“Yes, so sorry, Professor.” Jordan apologies as well. 

“Hi, nice to meet you,” Fareligh says to the other boy in the room. I did not notice him at all. Farleigh turns back to Professor Ware, “I’m sorry.”

“You’re Farleigh Start and Jordan Williams, I take it?” The professor asks, “Nice of you to join us, finally.” The professor focuses on Farleigh, “You’re not a relation of Frederica Start by any chance?”

Farleigh nods, “Yeah, she’s my mother.” The professor breaks out into a grin, almost like he’s reminiscing. 

“I knew her when I was your age. We were both here! When she was still Frederica Catton. Before she went to America. Farleigh, in a mocking tone, exclaims, “No way! Oh, my god. I’ll tell her. She’s going to be thrilled I’m being tutored by one of her friends!”

Ware shrinks down, “Oh no, Not really friends. More of an admirer…from afar. We didn’t even speak. No need to mention me.”

Jordan snorts and quickly tries to hide it. Farleigh smiles charmingly and looks at the professor, “Shall we start?”

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Jordan is staring absently out the window as the boy she now knows is Oliver is reading his essay. He said  ‘thus’ like 8 times already. 

“And thus the shape of the verse can be said, like Browing’s ‘Last Duchess,’ to look as it were alive.” 

Finally, he’s done.

There’s an uncomfortable silence as they wait for the professor to respond. Ware finally shifts his gaze to the group, “ Okay, yeah. That was very good. A lot of food for thought there. Intriguing.” 

Farleigh chuckles, “Thus.” Jordan quickly glances at him. So he noticed it, too.

Oliver sharply asks, “Hmm?”

“Sorry, just ‘thus’. It’s just a funny word.” The air feels thicker in the room.

“Why,” Oliver asks.

“I don't know. I don't think we really use it that much in real life, do we? It’s kind of verbose,” Farleigh looks Oliver in the eyes mischievously, “don't you think?”

“No. Not really,” Oliver quips

Jordan interrupts bluntly, “You used it eight times.”

Oliver visibly reddens, “No, I didn’t.”

Farleigh and Oliver continue to debate while Jordan’s mind continues to wander. In the next session, I’ll have to bring my own essay. She finally comes to when she hears Oliver sarcastically remark, “Look forward to hearing your essay!”

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“I didn’t know that we had to bring our own essay. This is so embarrassing,” Jordan complains as she and Farleigh walk back to her apartment. “It’s not a big deal; the professor said it was fine anyway, seeing as you’re an exchange student. Just bring it next time.” Farleig explains calmly.

“I guess you’re right,” Jordan pauses, “That Oliver guy is kind of odd, yeah?”

“Yeah, and annoying as shit,” Farleigh confirms while rolling his eyes. “Anyways, are you doing anything later, at like 5 o’clock?” Farleigh asks.

“No, I’m not actually. Why, you just can’t get enough of me?” Jordan quips.

Farleigh raises an eyebrow, smirking slightly, “Um, don't get ahead of yourself, but Felix and Venetia wanted to know if you wanted to join us at the bar.” 

“Don’t act like you don’t like me, and yes, I do want to join y’all at the bar. Come get me at 5, okay?” Jordan replies as they stop in front of her door, “Thanks for walking back with me, I’ll see you in three hours?” Jordan walks in and turns around to wave at Farleigh. He waits until he can’t see her anymore before walking away, letting out an audible groan. She’s got me. 

#farleigh x reader #farleigh start #saltburn #saltburn imagine #felix catton #oliver quick #venetia catton #farleigh imagine

[mugiwara-communications]

Hiiii. I loved your post about how the boys would go about apologizing after an argument. It was so cute !

Can I request headcanons on how Luffy, Zoro, and Sanji would react to receiving a love confession/being asked out by the reader? (:

Monster Trio X S/O: Confession.

Warning: fluff, Zoro’s huge knockers, a lil sin with Sanji’s. Feat: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji. WC: ~220 - 270

Nothing like a good ol’ fashion confession. My first boyfriend confessed to me over kik. So our idiots get to be more ROMANTIC.

Monkey D. "Strawhat" Luffy

In order to get to Luffy, you have to get through the crew and his older brothers. There is no way they will accept just anyone for the sunshine that sticks to them like caramel. Prove yourself to them, whether that be walking on hot coals or proving you know more about the Captain to them, prove yourself. 

Hugs don’t work, telling him you love him doesn’t work, laying in his bed doesn’t work. Luffy just hugs you back, tells you he loves you too, and thinks it's cuddle time. Curse the sunshine, but snuggle him. You’ll get there eventually, right now just enjoy the way he curls around you. 

While he’s training with Rayleigh, the promiscuous man might make him realize it. Now, and only now, does Monkey D. Luffy understand every moment with you. And does the teen boy realize what he wants to do to you! 

Seeing him for the first time in two years is breathing all over again, then he kills you by kissing you out of the blue. Of course, Luffy can’t wait- he realized he loves you and doesn’t want to wait anymore. He will have to hold you because your legs turn to rubber and your brain shuts down. Every elegantly, you think of the only thing to say…

“I LOVE YOU, CAPTAIN. THANK YOU FOR KISSING ME, I WANT MORE.”

“Yeah, I figured that one out.” He laughs at you, but it’s charming and teasing. 

Enjoy the moment because no one can be mad at you for making the first move. Ignore everyone yelling behind you, it’s the voice in your head celebrating. 

"Pirate Hunter" Roronoa Zoro

He knows. Zoro absolutely knows you like him. Even blind in one eye or asleep, Zoro can see the way you pause around him and blush more. Boots his ego that someone as pretty as you likes him. 

However, he’s also an asshole. Zoro will not accept anything if it’s forced. When Nami pushes you into his arms, or when Robin makes a comment or two. Zoro can tell you’re not ready and won’t accept any tries until you are ready. Sorry you have to live with the embarrassment, but it’s for your own good. 

Tell him while you’re comfortable. Do it while the crew is celebrating, the spirits are high and everyone is happy. The girls get the idea and keep everyone away so you can do it. 

Take a drink then tell him. “You have fat tits, and I want you to motorboat me in them bad boys. Every day and for forever.” 

Oh, how he laughs. First, he spills his drink, looking at you with the most bewildered expression. He expected something much less when you confessed, not at all that. Laughing at how serious you look, staring horny daggers at his ‘tits’. You’ll be lucky if he pulls you into a side hug, up close and personal with them. 

“Yeah, yeah. Tell me again when you’re sober.”

“I mean it drunk and I’ll mean it sober! I love your titties and I love you!”

"Black Leg" Vinsmoke Sanji

Sanji already thinks he is the smoothest person in all the Blues. From the way you blush every time your hands brush lightly, to the way you giggle at his jokes, he thinks he’s just that suave. 

While he might be, he is also dense. Sanji thinks a normal complement is flirting and flirting is a normal complement. Outright pickup lines get laughed off and repeated until the next one. 

“Sanji, dear, dinner would taste better if you fed it to me. Pretty please?” “Do you need another spoon?” VS "That shirt looks good on you." "You think it would look better off?"

“Sanji, I want you to stuff me like a turkey and cover me in your gravy.” “Did you say you want turkey and gravy for dinner?” VS "Does it hurt your wrist to mix that? Let me help." "I'd rather you hurt your wrist doing something else with me."

“I want a sausage only you can give me, Chef.” “I do have a new recipe you can try!” VS "You do well with kids." "You want a kid with me? They would be as beautiful as you."

Grab him by his tie and pull him to your face, and scream in his face that you love him. Be as direct as possible. Tell him you fancy him, dream about him, that you have a carnal desire for him!

After he gets a massive nose bleed and faints from the implications he has missed out on for a long while, take it slow with him. Now that he gets you were serious, don’t expect him to jump your bones until after five years of holding hands.

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[lupine-trees]

away, away, away

[ a little story about bad ideas (actually bad ideas) & those who bring us back from them. 🤍 inspired by the @drarrymicrofic song prompt “Cranes In The Sky” by Solange. ]

word count: ~220 | rated t | warnings: excessive drinking, a wee bit angsty

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This high up, the clouds taste like metal. It’s not a nice thing, really, but it’s better by far than the cheap whiskey still burning at the back of his throat.

It’s a bad idea, Harry knows it’s a bad idea, flying in this state, but the thing is, he’s gotten very good at bad ideas as of late.

In the distance, he can feel the crackle of lightning in the ozone, the low rumble of thunder rolling through him. It’s not raining, not yet, but it could any moment.

When it appears, the patronus is so bright and so blue over the washed-out gray, the rolling clouds and the dusky London streets below. A crane that swoops and dives and circles, as elegant as its caster.

“Potter, where are you?” Draco calls from it, the crisp lines of the question a betrayal of any illusion of calm. Then softer: “Tell me where you are, please.”

Harry leans back on his broom, watching the bird glide, the near-off lightning shudder. He is so very tired. “Come and find me,” he whispers to the creature, a challenge, a hope.

He isn’t frightened. The rain begins to fall, and his broom lists as he leans unsteadily on it. But he isn’t frightened. Draco is coming.

He closes his eyes.

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[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 227. brb x oc

a/n: :) yee - not the happiest with the END BUT ITS FOR A GOOD REASON - (comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none oop

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Beatrice gets home a bit later than she intended, the talking took a lot longer than they hoped it’d be. She huffed while balancing Nicole on her arm and pulling out her keys with the other, sliding it into the hole and looking around just to keep her eyes occupied as she moved the key.

While doing so, she saw Miranda, in the distance, watering her plants. She had never seen where she lived exactly, she just knew it was nearby. Her eyes narrowed and she pulled Nicole closer to her chest, pushing both of their bodies closer to the door and purposefully hiding herself from Miranda’s gaze if she dared to look over.

She was just messing around but Beatrice could see she was annoyed by such chores. She was ripping out geraniums that were still blooming and tossing dirt everywhere. Beatrice just kept her eyes on that scene, it was bothering her immensely because well, that was one of the things she liked to do and seeing someone being so disrespectful was- Eleanor’s sharp bark made Beatrice’s head snap forward.

The white dog was looking at her through the glass, wagging her tail slowly while whining in her throat. Beatrice checked to make sure Miranda hadn’t heard - it was at least five houses from each other, so the sound could reverberate - before slipping inside, “Sorry,Ellie.” she says, tossing the bag on the side table closest to the door while setting Nicole down so she could waddle towards Eleanor.

Beatrice rubbed her fingers, trying to peek at the house but she couldn’t see anything from that angle. She exhales quietly before backing away from the door, “It’s nothing.” she whispers, “It’s nothing.” and she turns to where Nicole was, “Well, at least that was dealt with,for now.”

The brunette stretched her arms over her head then immediately winced with both hands on her breasts, “Fffuck.” she was sore, her breasts were pulsating with pain and she gently massaged them in hopes to ease some of the discomfort, “Shit,this is…fuck.” the good news is that she had enough for her three babies…the bad news was that she had enough for her three babies.

Maybe she should call her mother and ask her what she could do about that.

After having something to drink, her throat was dry from talking. She walks up to the kitchen with Nicole following, Jolene was now next to her, guiding her to the kitchen as her mother fills up a glass of water. She’s about to bring it to her lips when her phone buzzes, “Who could it be–” she blinks once she pulls the phone out of her pocket, “Marcus?” and she immediately unlocks the call.

“Helloooo darling.”

“Marcus,hi.” she smiles, “Been a few days,huh?”

“Indeed, my darling. How have you been?”

"I've been busy, Marcus," she replied with a small chuckle. "Life with three little ones is quite the adventure. But it's been good, overall. How about you? How's everything on your end?"

There was a pause on the other end of the line, and Beatrice could almost picture Marcus taking a leisurely sip of tea as he often did during their conversations. "Ah, you know, the usual. Work, social events, a few new contacts and a dash of intrigue here and there. But enough about me, my dear. I wanted to check in on you. How are the twins doing? And how are you holding up?"

Beatrice leaned against the kitchen counter, watching Nicole play with Jolene on the floor. She smiled at the sight and replied, "The twins are doing well. Gavin and Aurora are growing stronger every day. And as for me, well, I'm hanging in there. It's a lot of work, but it's incredibly rewarding."

"I'm glad to hear that, my dear. You're doing an amazing job. I knew you'd be a fantastic mother."

Beatrice blushed at the compliment, "Thank you, Marcus. That means a lot. But um…is there a reason you called?”

“Yes,” another sip, “Whenever you are able I’d like you to come to the studio.”

“Oh?”

“I know it’s going to be hard now, so there’s no pressure, but I drew some lovely pieces for you and I need your opinion on it.”

Beatrice blinked, ‘...Marcus do you ever rest?’ she wasn’t being rude, she was genuinely worried for his well being, “It feels like ever since we met you work and only had one vacation…”

“Darling, I’m a fashion designer. My art flows in my veins.I cannot stop.”

“Well, but–”

“Besides!” she hears the sound of paper flipping “I can’t help that you, as my muse, has come to give me so much success. My brand is reaching higher grounds darling…and it’s because of that photoshoot. You are aware of that, yes?”

Her cheeks warmed up and she played with the end of her shirt, "I-I'm aware, Marcus," she replied with a soft sigh. "I'm thrilled that the photoshoot had such a positive impact on your career. Even if it was…terrifying at the time."

There was a thoughtful pause on Marcus's end of the line. "I know, my dear. But you must know, and remember, you did wonderful.”

"Thank you, Marcus. Your friendship means the world to me, and I'm genuinely happy for your success. I'd love to visit your studio and see your new creations.” she looks around a bit, “I just…can’t say when.”

“That is quite alright. I can send you a limo to pick you up when it happens.”

“...a limo? Marcus, there’s no need.”

“Perhaps, but I think it’d be fun, wouldn’t it? Your neighborhood would be thrilled!”

Considering everything that was going on…he was right. But she only gave him a nervous laugh as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, “W-Well…I-I’ll have to talk to Roos about that too, you know…he-he’s been helping around a lot too,so…he’d like to know when I do leave.”

She could just imagine the neighborhood's reaction to a luxury car arriving to pick her up. It would certainly be an event. Somehow that terrified her.

"Of course, my dear. Just let me know when you have a date in mind, and I'll make all the arrangements. Until then, take your time adjusting to your new routine with the little ones. Family comes first, after all."

Beatrice appreciated Marcus's understanding and flexibility. "Thank you, Marcus.”

“Do they need more clothes?”

“Uhhh,well,” she blinks, “...they…they are still in the NICU so, um, there’s no need for that now and Nikki is growing out of her clothes already,” cue to her daughter waddling about with her shorts appearing a little bit larger than the other ones she had, “Except for certain others, you know?”

“Oh…right,your twins are still there. I apologize darling.”

Beatrice hissed through her teeth, she didn’t want…pity, she is already suffering enough, but she also knew Marcus didn’t do it on purpose, “It’s okay,Marcus. Truly…I know you only mean well.”

There was a brief pause on the other end of the line before Marcus spoke again, his tone warm and comforting. "My dear, you are a remarkable woman. You've faced challenges with grace and resilience. I have no doubt that Gavin and Aurora will thrive under your loving care."

Beatrice felt her eyes welling up with tears at Marcus's words. She sniffles quietly, wiping her eyes before they dribble down her face "Thank you, Marcus," she said, her voice filled with emotion. "That means the world to me."

“My dear, you are most welcome.” she hears a voice in the distance, followed by Marcus replying in french, “Darling,I must go. Duty calls! But please, send me a few messages hm? If you can.”

"Of course, Marcus," Beatrice replied, her voice soft "Take care, and I'll be sure to send you updates. Stay safe." As she ended the call with Marcus, Beatrice sighed softly, returning to her glass of water as she recalls the conversation in her mind.

She looked around her cozy living room, where the soft glow of lamps filled the space with a warm and inviting ambiance. The twins were still in the NICU, and her heart ached for their presence, but she knew they were in the best possible hands.

Nicole was happily playing on her own, her laughter filling the room. Beatrice couldn't help but smile as she watched her daughter. Despite the challenges of motherhood, moments like these made it all worth it.

She clears her throat, sipping her water and then looking back towards the porch, noticing how the sky was still gray and cloudy, undoubtedly it’d rain again later. She sighs, clenching her eyes at the subtle pain on her chest as she slowly lies down on the couch, ‘I can close my eyes for a little bit.” and it’d stay like that, because her eyelids just dropped shut like iron doors, ‘...it’s fine.”

Her couch was so nice. 

It was so nice.

She doesn’t notice when she falls asleep, one of her hands sliding out of the couch, touching Nicole as she sits not too far away from there, making sure to keep her hand on the toddler in case she needed anything. 

As Beatrice dozed off on the cozy couch, the soft sounds of the living room filled the space. The rhythmic ticking of the wall clock provided a soothing background noise, and the gentle hum of the refrigerator added to the peaceful ambiance.

Unbeknownst to her, Nicole continued to play on the floor nearby. Her toys were scattered around her, and she seemed perfectly content exploring her little world. Every now and then, she would let out a happy gurgle or a tiny laugh, only looking up whenever one of the dogs was nearby.

Outside, the clouds continued to gather in the gray sky, promising another round of rain. The occasional distant rumble of thunder hinted at the approaching storm, but for the moment, all was calm within the four walls of Beatrice's home.

Nicole, however, looked up when she noticed a known car rolling into the garage. She immediately stopped what she was doing to rush to the window, Jolene with her, giving her a push so she could look outside and see her father.

Rooster watches as the garage door slowly comes down, sunglasses on and mouth in a thin line, then turns his head towards the window and his smile immediately appears, ‘Baby girl!” he coos from the outside, “Oh my gosh! It’s my baby girl!”

Nicole's face lit up with excitement as she recognized her father's voice. Her chubby little hands pressed against the window, her green eyes wide with anticipation. She bounced on her feet with pure delight, her baby babble making him chuckle from the outside.

Rooster just made his way to the door quickly and Nicole wasted no time in climbing out of the seat towards it. As soon as it opened, she let out a happy squeal and rushed into her father’s arms, “Hi!’ he coos,kissing her soft cheek, “Hi hi! You look so cute! Oh you are so cute! Hi baby girl!” he shuts the door with his foot, a gentle slam echoing through their home, “Where’s mama,hm?”

Nicole,still grinning, looked towards the living room. Rooster did the same and he winced in regret, “Shit.” he whispered, “Shouldn’t have done that, mama is asleep,huh?”

He carefully made his way into the living room, taking care to step lightly. The soft patter of rain against the windows added to the tranquility of the moment. Beatrice lay on the couch, her breathing steady as she slept peacefully. Her chest rose and fell in a gentle rhythm, hands tucked under the pillows.

Nicole squirmed in his arms, reaching out toward her mother. "Mama," she babbled, her voice a sweet melody in the quiet room.

Rooster smiled down at his daughter, understanding her desire to be close to Beatrice. He walked over to the couch and carefully sat down, letting Nicole snuggle against her mother's side. Beatrice stirred slightly but didn't wake.

He marveled at the sight of his two favorite girls, his heart swelling with love. The rain outside provided a soothing backdrop, creating a serene atmosphere.

Rooster whispered softly to Nicole, "Mama needs her rest, baby girl. Let's keep her company, okay?" Nicole, seemingly understanding, nestled closer to Beatrice, her eyes slowly drooping as she found comfort in their presence.

Rooster gazed at them, a sense of contentment washing over him. Despite the challenges and uncertainties that life had thrown their way, they were a family, and that was what truly mattered.

He reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair away from Beatrice's face, his touch tender and loving. She sighed softly in her sleep, a small smile gracing her lips.

Rooster leaned in and placed a soft kiss on her forehead. "I love you," he whispered, smiling when her lips quirked up even more, nuzzling her pillow. Rooster then leaned back on the couch,rubbing his face with both hands, grunting into his palms.

He was tired but he didn’t want to leave them alone. His whole body was aching, plus…well…he was repeating the conversation with Mav in his head.

Rooster had nodded, grateful for Mav's wisdom. There was only so much he could do after all and he and Beatrice had faced their fair share of challenges over the years, and they had always come through stronger on the other side.

But the weight of it all still pressed down on him. He couldn't help but worry about his wife's well-being, especially as she recovered from childbirth. And adding weird people into it? He thought they were done with that for a while now. 

Rooster reached for his phone and sent a quick text message to Mav, thanking him for being there when he needed to talk. He knew he could count on his friend, just as he could count on Beatrice.

The rain outside continued to fall, a steady and soothing rhythm that seemed to echo the peace and contentment within their home. Thunder rolled above their heads, “Welp, looks like we aren’t going out tonight.” he mutters, “Shame,wanted to spend some time out of the house.”

But just as he was about to let his eyes drift shut, he noticed a subtle change in the room. Beatrice, his beloved wife, was beginning to stir. Her eyelids fluttered, and her fingers shifted beneath the pillows.

Rooster's heart skipped a beat as he watched her,Beatrice's eyes slowly opened, and for a moment, she seemed to gaze into the distance, her mind bridging the gap between dreams and reality. Then, her eyes focused, and she blinked a few times, adjusting to the dim light of the room.

Her gaze landed on Rooster, and a warm yet sleepy smile brightened her face. It was a smile that held years of love and shared moments, a smile that said more than words ever could.

"Hey there," Rooster whispered, his voice a gentle caress. "Sleep well?"

Beatrice nodded, her eyes still filled with sleepiness. She reached out and gently touched his cheek, her fingers warm and tender. "Mmm, what time is it?"

Rooster checked his phone, "It's still early," he replied. "And it's raining pretty heavily. Looks like we're staying in tonight."

Beatrice sighed softly, shifting on the couch to sit up. She glanced at their daughter, who was still peacefully sleeping. "How's Nicole?"

"She's right here with us," Rooster said, glancing down at their daughter. "We didn't want to wake you."

Beatrice smiled, “...kay.”

“You alright? How was the visit?”

“Fine…” she yawned, “We…talked a lot. Ev’s baby is fine…” she blinked heavily, “The twins…are getting better every day…”

His smile softened, “...baby, maybe you should go to bed?

Beatrice's eyelids felt heavy, and a yawn escaped her as she nodded. "Yeah," she murmured, her voice still laced with sleepiness. "I think I need some more rest. It's been a long day."

“Yeah…”

“You alright?”

“Me?”

“Yeah.” she pushes herself to her elbows, “You look…I dunno, worried.”

“Ah,” he tsks softly, gently playing with Nicole’s hair as she sits between the two, “It’s nothing gorgeous. Just had a talk with Mav…I’ll tell you later,okay?”

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[jellybeans-moss-patch]

so in Supernatural that one guy in the final episode of season 5 drinks 4 gallons of demon blood in like max 20 min (implied to be within 5 min or less). and apparently the actor weighs 220 lbs. Blood weighs 1.04 pounds per pint. So that means that he drank 33.28 gallons aka OVER 15% OF HIS BODY WEIGHT. IN LIKE MAX 20 MIN.

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[maturemenoftvandfilms]

Fucked By a Kennedy

Featuring former senator, Edward "Ted" Kennedy

On Easter weekend of 1991, I was invited by my then friend, Patrick Kennedy to a get-together at the family's Palm Beach, Florida, seaside estate. Besides us, currently it was just Patrick's cousin William Kennedy Smith and Patrick's father, Sen. Edward "Ted" Kennedy. I've always been attracted to old men and Sen. Kennedy was hot. At 59, he was still a handsome man with a proudly jutting chin, a Nelson Eddy jaw, and Cupid's-bow lips under a thatch of chestnut hair. He was quite a big man, 6ft 2in  tall and about 220. He wasn't fat, just bulky. His shoulders were broad and he had large arms and thick legs. But he was already drinking and womanizing with the greed that has become known as a vice of Kennedy men. He was the nicest man but was one of those types that you kinda new was a total pervert, he just always looked like he was horny and wanted to fuck.

After reminiscing about his brother-in-law, Kennedy was restless and maudlin and insisted that we go out for a late-night visit to a local bar to hunt for women. No one knew of my preference for men over women and I didn't want that to change. So I spent my time drinking. In an hour or so we decided to head back to the estate with Patrick and William bringing women they'd met.  

I literally passed out on the couch, dead to the world. Sometime later, I awoke to a sound and to my amazement, it was Sen. Kennedy. Somehow he had passed out on the floor in front of me in just a shirt and boxer shorts. When I saw who it was, I didn't know what to do, so I just stayed there thinking about what I should do.  

Sen. Kennedy was lying on his side facing me. He was resting his head on a pillow with his arm outstretched. I just laid there listening to him as he breathed in and out when my mind began to conjure up a plan.  

As if my arms and legs had minds of their own, they began to move over towards my sleeping senator. I was terrified that he might wake up, but the urge to explore his body was too irresistible. Finally, after what seemed like hours, I moved my foot into his crotch. I could feel his bulge but couldn't detect any definition. Nonetheless, it felt incredible and I could feel my cock aching for attention. As quietly as I could I slid my hand into my pants and began massaging my cock. I could have cum easily, but I wanted to enjoy the moment just a bit longer.  

It was about then that Sen. Kennedy began to move. I was frozen with fear as he made a couple of grunts before rolling over onto his back and then back to snoring.  

Still horny as fuck, I worked my way down next to him in an almost 69 position. I wanted so badly to rub his belly, but resisted. If I was going to risk being discovered, it would be for a bigger prize. I was surprised at how bold I had become as I allowed my hand to rest lightly on his crotch.  I could actually feel his cockhead which was at least twice as big as my own. Like his arms and legs, it was huge. I couldn't tell how long it was but it was very thick.  

Sen. Kennedy continued to snore while I groped his crotch and as long as he snored I became even more bold. I had to feel his bare cock in my hand, so I sat up and leaned over his crotch, pulled open the slit of his boxers and stuck my hand inside. Now inside his boxers, I wrapped my hand around his fleshy cock. I could tell it was uncut and I squeezed it and pulled the foreskin forward and down. His cock was pointing straight down to his feet as I massaged it back and forth. To my great delight it began to respond to my touch and soon it was spreading open my hand. The more I played with it the more it grew.  

From inside I pulled up on his cock and popped it out of the opening of his boxers. It was semi hard now and it took both of my hands to cover the shaft, leaving the head protruding all on its own. I guessed it to be about 8 inches long. Holding it still in both hands I slowly glided the foreskin up to engulf the head then retracted it. As I pulled the skin back I stuck out my tongue and touched it in the cockhead.  

I started to flick the end of his cock with my tongue while listening intently for any signs of a change in his breathing. As long as he continued to snore I would continue to play. I took one hand off his cock and held it at the base while I kept up my tongue lashing of his cockhead. Little by little I expanded the circles with my tongue until I forced his huge cockhead in my mouth.

His cock was pleasantly hard now and started to twitch every now and again as I started to push further down on the shaft. I couldn't get much more than 3 or 4 inches in my mouth before it hit the back of my throat and I had to stop. I began to feel his balls as I continued to suck on his cock. My other hand was busy stroking the unusable part of the shaft and I had now had a good rhythm going. My eyes were watering, I had so much cock pumping in and out of me.

Sen. Kennedy's breathing started to get a little faster, but he was still snoring. So I kept up my cocksucking. I could feel his cock twitching and I was hoping that I would be able to make him cum before he woke up. I had almost all of his cock thrusting in and out of me and when I felt it start to throb. Sen. Kennedy began to breathe funny then all of a sudden he started to whimper as if he was in pain. I felt his cock pulse in my hand then shoot a huge load of cum into my throat. I could feel it squirting two or three times in unison with the pulses I could feel at the base of his cock. I still had my pants on and when the first squirt of cum from Sen. Kennedy hit my throat I began to cum. I felt my pants fill with cum and every squirt from Sen. Kennedy caused me to match him with a squirt of my own.

Sen. Kennedy began to move and I immediately pulled away. I lay there praying that he would do anything. I could hear him grumbling about something, but it was in a half sleep tone which I couldn't make out. I could hear him rustling about as he repositioned himself. I lay there quietly and figured I'd slip away when he went back to sleep. That way, I thought, he would never know who it was and I would be safe with my secret.  

I didn't realize how much the evening affected me because I soon fell asleep waiting for Sen. Kennedy to fall asleep.

It was the feeling of one of Sen. Kennedy's arms around my chest that woke me up. I opened my eyes and was horrified, but didn't say anything and just lay there quietly. I figured that Sen. Kennedy was probably asleep and instinctively cuddled into me. His arm was draped over my chest and he began to rub my stomach. I thought he might be awake, but I pretended to be asleep.  

He moved in up against me until I could feel his cock on my ass. Christ, I thought, he was hard as a rock. His cock was against my ass and up my back. It felt great, but I didn't know how to react so I continued to pretend to be asleep. He slid his hands down until they got to my crotch. He felt my hardon and quickly began to undo my pants. Neither one of us said anything as he undid my pants and pulled them down as far as he could. He inched them down past my waist by pulling on them in alternating spots. Before I knew it he had them down past my knees and his cock was between my ass cheeks.  

I could hear him putting lots of spit on the end of his cock until it was slippery enough to glide in and out of my crotch with ease. He then applied some to my asshole and began working one of his sausage sized fingers into my asshole. All the while we remained silent. He was having a hard time working his fingers in my asshole and was growing impatient.

Suddenly he pulled his huge cock from between my legs, spun me around onto my stomach then straddled my hips with his legs. He worked up a gob of spit and I heard him launch it against my hole before leaning over slightly and aimed his huge, hardened cock at my ass and pushed forward. When he got as much cock in as he could he lay down on top of me and started fucking slowly. I felt small compared to his big body as he covered me. He kept fucking for a few minutes at that pace before speeding up.

After a few minutes, he was pounding my ass furiously and his breathing was harsher in my ear, which he would stick his tongue in from time to time. Pinned under him, all I could do was take it. Soon he was filling my ass with ropes of cum, and I felt it filling me up. He fell on top of me, exhausted and again we both fell asleep.    

I awoke to Patrick calling from down the hall.

"The cops are here dad. Get up, we need you." He said to the slumbering senator.

Ted just sat up, stretched and got up looking for his pants. I pretended to be half asleep as the two of them walked away. I say something about woman William brought home last night before it drifted off into silence as I lay back down.  

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[rainyfestivalsweets]

3/9/24

I survived the funeral and all the peopling it required.

Here is my food for today. I did get a couple dog walks in, but no real "cardio". I felt drained so I took a nap. Got up and finished my book: Waisted by Randy Susan Meyers

Book summary: 7 women of mixed backgrounds go to a weight loss mansion. They realize they are getting fed amphetamines and that the film makers are working on a different project than they are told.

Kinda like the show, The Biggest Loser but book form, with an ending that ends with most women being thinner but focusing on body positivity.

I got this book because it leapt out at my the 1 time I was in my local library because they just changed their hours to close at 7 pm instead of 5 pm. For Cripes sake...it was my major pet peeve because I moved back here 5 fucking years ago and could never use the library.

So what are my thoughts? Rambling thoughts from a lonely, socially isolated person in search of connection and meaning that isn't caustic or traumatic:

I understand that thin privilege exists. The way people treat me now is different than how people treated me 120 pounds heavier. I have the same heart. I care about people very deeply, still. I just look better because I am eating less and moving more.... Yada Yada Yada.

I was lucky enough to not have a mom that criticized my body, but my dad did- constantly. His sisters were between 100-120 pounds. I hit that by 7th grade! That is also close to when the dieting started for me.

In 9th grade I was about 135-140 when I had a leg injury that didn't heal. I gained almost 20 pounds in a couple months and I never got it off after that.

By my junior year I was in the 170's. He tried to manipulate my weight class and had me eat more all summer only to realize that we couldn't jump weight classes like that so I had to crash diet from 210 to 176 in like 3 weeks. It was torture.

After that I spent some time focused on other things in High school that I had never gotten to do before.

By sophmore year of college I was 210 or higher. 220 by the time I started dating. After I got a sit down job I spiked to 240 and it was impossible to get below that for the most part, even with some severe dieting and regular exercise.

And over the year, working a desk job, you gain if your output and input don't align... as mine obviously didn't. I was eating too much. I dealt with a partner who was a diet saboteur and I did a lot of stress related emotional eating (job shit).

But realistically I was also unable to maintain a calorie deficit in a sustainable way. So the diet culture mentally that didn't help me were things like the "last meal" concept.... because the "diet starts tomorrow." "I'm on vacation" & "Cheat" meals were also bad ones. Being in party mode and over drinking was another terrible one. I would drink 4+ cocktails and eventually eat a fuckton of greasy food to cover it up... (and often puke in the process. Like I said OVERDRINKING). Using exercise to offset overeating was another one. I may think of more later.... but also having lots of junky foods in the house and going out to eat constantly didn't help.

I feel like I am doing good on my current trajectory. Healthier and healthier every day. I am super excited for this process to end tho.... it is starting to feel like "Will it ever end?"

I had some vegetables and a half sandwich at the funeral luncheon also. But here is from the lunch at a sushi/Ramen place on...

I mentioned I took a nap right? And I am about to cook dinner.

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