because of the eye holes

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Do you ever just look into someone’s eyes…

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I got super carried away, @deaderrose , I hope you don’t mind a Skeleton-Mettaton in there too to complete the species swap!

The vitality of Sansa’s role in the Stark’s repossession of Winterfell and why she WON’T betray Jon

How viewers are still questioning her character despite proving herself smarter than Jon for an entire season

Disclaimer before everyone sends me hate without reading the entire post: Jon Snow is one of my favorite characters, this is just meant as a little tough love in my part.

OKAY. Listen up. I’m so goddamn tired of reading and listening to people talk about the possibility of Sansa betraying Jon because people continue to compare her to her younger self when she knew NOTHING about real life and the throne and desired to be the queen, like she wasn’t allowed to be a normal young, naive teenage girl. And I’m tired of people saying she had little to do with the Starks taking back the north. I’m TIRED.

I know there’s a gazillion posts talking about this but it’s so goddamn simple, guys. Viewers and readers of the series neglect to see it because Jon is a fan favorite. The truth is Jon. Fucked. Up. Majorly. Okay? Point blank. Period. The end. It’s time to face the music. When we say the Starks won thanks to Sansa, it’s literal.

So what did Sansa actually do?

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Super messy sketch of Rukia from Ichigo’s pov. He’s stunned by his wife’s beauty. He can’t believe he’s so lucky to be married to Rukia. I took inspiration from a very special manga panel ;) Edited to fix spelling error 

Things I love: how scientists name fish

The flabby whalefish? It’s a fish that looks kind of like a small whale and also has loose, flabby skin

Flashlight fish? Has things on its face that light up

Barreleye? It’s eyes point up and look barrel-like

Stonefish? Looks like a fucking rock

And, one of my favourites, the stoplight loosejaw? Has a really big mouth and two different spots that light up red and green

Fish scientists are like the astronomers of biology

I hate you so much, it must be true love

Murphy x Reader, little bit of Bellamy x Reader

Warnings: smut, nsfw, some swearing…I am trash…

Summary: After an argument about Pike, you and Bellamy break up. You want to hurt him. When you and Murphy get to talking you two start a love/ hate relationship. Things get heated. Fluff ending.

Ahem….I decided that there was not enough Murphy smut in this world. I’m usually more of a Bellamy girl but…he’s been a little brainwashed shit lately so I got more inspired by Murphy. I’m gonna consider this a oneshot I guess…slight POV change in the middle there. Sorry it’s a long one. I just couldn’t stop myself. Also sorry if it’s not good. It’s my first one and considering it’s mine…ofc it’s smut. :)

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“I can’t believe what I’m hearing.” you say turning away from your boyfriend…well…kinda boyfriend. You and Bellamy had been sharing a room for four months now, ever since Clarke left. But sharing a bed was not all that you and Bellamy did at night. Everything was starting to look fine, until now.

“You actually think that this headcase is right? That anything Pike does is for ‘the good of the people’?!” You throw your arms in the air facing Bellamy, anger starting to fuel your actions. “Y/n, the grounders can’t be trusted. You of all people should know that!” “ Oh, don’t you dare bring this up right now!”

You lost your best friend in the ring of fire created to stop the grounder attack. That whole thing was a bit taboo, Bellamy had never even brought it up to you before right now. You felt betrayed by Bellamy. You had loved him, but you could no longer stand by his side with this.

“I’m sorry, but this is the hard truth. The grounders want us dead and if we don’t do something now, they will have their way. Pike understands that, why can’t you?” He crosses his arms and clenches his jaw. You can see that neither of you is going to back down from this.

“Believe me, I understand. But what you’re talking about….it’s bound to start another war. One that we might not be able to survive.” you step closer to him and lower your voice, fighting back the tears. “You’re talking about slaughtering 300 innocent people who were sent here to protect us!” You hear your voice break as a tear sets loose. Neither of you seem to be able to believe what the other is saying. Bellamy raises his voice completely overtaken by his stubbornness.

“Innocent!? Each and every one of these savages is to be blamed for the amount of people we’ve all lost. They started this, Y/n. We’re just going to end it.” Bellamy’s not the man that you thought he was. This proves it.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Bellamy yells after you as he sees you grab your packed bag and jacket. “I can’t do this anymore, Bell. It’s over and you know it.”

***

It has been a week. You haven’t even talked to Bellamy. You could barely look at his face since the massacre. To you Bellamy had become the monster he’d thought the grounders to be. He’d returned the battle unharmed, that somehow upset you even more. You wanted to hurt him, you wanted him to feel the pain that cursed through your heart and shadowed your mind.

“Why the sad face, Princess?” *ugh* Murphy was the last person you wanted to see. You’d never really talked to Murphy before. Bellamy always told you to stay away from him, that he was a murderer and that you would get hurt…but then again, Bellamy wasn’t here was he? His opinion no longer mattered to you.

“Boy drama.” You were sitting on a cut down log with bottle of whiskey in your hand. You’re guessing you didn’t look so good if even Murphy had noticed. “I see. So things must be going great with Bellamy.” He says with exaggerated sarcasm.

“Well, you could say that. I mean…we broke up about a week ago.” You finally look up at him. He looks disheveled. You all do most of the time. No time to sit in front of a mirror really.

“Eesh, tough luck. Mind if I sit here?” He asks gesturing the makeshift chair. “Sure.” You scoot over a bit to give him some space, and offer him a drink.

“No thanks. Can’t really drown my demons anymore. Those fuckers learned how to swim.” You chuckle a bit. Taking a sip for yourself. “What happened to your arm?” You ask pointing to the bandages on his forearm. “Uhm, dinner tried to eat me first I guess.” He gives you a crooked smile and you smile back. He doesn’t seem half as bad as Bellamy had made him out to be.

***

A few days had passed. You enjoyed Murphy’s company though you’d never tell anyone so. You two always bickered and flirted shamelessly.

“Hey, asshole! Has your face always looked this messed up or did you just forget to put on makeup today?” You give him a goofy smile as he gets closer. “Sup, bitch? What are you even doing here, shouldn’t you be workin’ the street corner?” He smiles back at you and you both shake your heads.

“Poor form, but nice try.” “Yeah, I’m not too proud of that one. I’ll keep working on it. You free tonight?” You always hung out in the evening after your shifts so you agreed to do the same tonight.

He made you happy. None of the others approved of your friendship but you didn’t mind basking in your hedonism. Especially because of the way you knew this made Bellamy feel. He hadn’t really stopped caring for you, but atleast he’d stopped his efforts to make contact with you.

Tonight was bonfire night…but something else was different. You sat a lot closer to Murphy. Your voice sounded a lot more sultry. Maybe it was because you could feel Bellamy’s eyes burn holes into your side. But that wasn’t it. You felt weirdly drawn to Murphy. He was smart, and funny. He made you feel safe enough to open up to him. Tell him things about yourself you never even allowed yourself to think of. You seemed to have the same sort of affect on him. Tonight, after a few drinks, your morals had disappeared and lust had settled in.

You dragged him off to a quiet hallway, away from peering eyes. You leaned against a wall and pulled him closer to you. He stared deep into your eyes, glancing at your lips every now and then. He placed a hand on your waist, squeezing a little to bring you closer. He wrapped his other hand in your hair, tugging at the strands as he ground himself against you.

“You want this, Princess?” His hot breath on your face made shivers run down your spine. You wrapped your arms behind his neck and a leg behind his. You kissed him passionately, letting your tongues explore each-others mouths as he lifted your leg higher around his waist so you could feel his erection grind against you through the unnecessary layers of clothing.

You reluctantly pull away from the kiss. He looks at you with a confused yet determined look on his face. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing, I just-” you gasp as he starts kissing your neck, definitely leaving marks for later. It feels so good so you urge him not to stop as you talk.

“I need you to remember, that I still hate you. This-this is just a momentary lapse of weakness brought on by involuntary abstinence. And I can’t do this if you feel something else or whatever. So I must ask. Do you hate me?” He stops for a little bit to look you in the eyes. His eyes seem darker, more focused. He clenches his jaw and shifts his eyes for a second. “Yea, sure.”

You didn’t really believe him but you also didn’t really care. You had never been too great with emotions but you could see he was a little scolded. But right now your brain had no power. Your body wanted him, and he wanted you.

“Then hell yea I want this.” That was the last coherent sentence you spoke. You pulled on his hair as he disheveled yours. The only thing cooling you down was the cold metal you were pinned up against.

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Bellamy’s POV

He’d been drinking all night like everyone else. He needed a drink after seeing Y/n drape herself all over Murphy’s lap. He still cared for her, but he wasn’t sure if she cared for him. Maybe she was just trying to make him jealous. Maybe there was still hope for them.

He said goodnight to the rest of the guard and stumbled over to the Ark. He was heading down the halls when he stopped dead in his tracks. He couldn’t believe his eyes. Y/n and Murphy tangled up against a wall. Murphy seemed to notice him standing there but all he did was pull away from the kiss to give Bellamy a crooked smile before grabbing Y/n’s breast, kneading it in his hands as she moaned in his ear and sloppily kissed her neck.

Bellamy couldn’t take this. He practically ran back to the bonfire. He needed a few dozen more drinks before he could let himself think again.

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Y/n’s POV

You’re still slightly intoxicated, yet everything seems much clearer. Murphy’s kissing your neck, sucking and biting at all the right places. You moan louder than you wanted to. You plead for Murphy to take you to your room.

When you somehow finally get there Murphy picks you up. You’re straddling him and kissing him while he kicks the door closed. You help him shrug off his jacket and do the same with your own. You’re tugging at his shirt as you try to get rid of yours. Once you succeed you find yourself on the bed. Frantically kissing him as he swiftly removes his shirt.

Your bodies are tightly pressed against each-other. His hands are roaming your body as you try to make the most of what he’s allowing you to move. He starts kissing down your jaw, your neck, stopping to suck and nibble at your nipples, kneading your breast with one hand. Then continues kissing your stomach, all the way down to your aching core. He strips you of your pants and underwear, kissing your inner thighs. Your back arches off the bed as he licks straight over your wet heat.

“All ready for me aren’t you?” He asks you meeting your gaze. You can’t help but stare. He looks so hot between your legs. “Yes-yes, Murphy. Gosh, just fuck me already!” “Impatient little doll. I promise you, I’ll make this worth your while.” And oh was he right. He shifts his focus from your eyes back to your core. He’s like Picasso with his tongue. He makes you grab the sheets in a pathetic attempt to steady yourself as you unravel and let out moans, screams and cusses of his name. Once he’s done you’ve already become a panting mess. He wipes your fluids off his chin and smirks at you.

“You were right, totally worth it!” You smile at him as gets up on his knees in front of you. “I’m always right.” “So you are.” You lift yourself off the bed to place sloppy kisses to his abdomen. You run your hands up the middle of his chest and down his sides, settling them on his belt. You keep kissing his hip bones and his small happy trail as you undo his belt and zipper. He helps you slide off his pants, his eyes glued to your every motion. You kiss the fabric that covers his erection. “Do you want me? Say you want me.” Your voice is light, yet sultry as ever. He practically groans his answer. “Yes, fuck yes I want you!” He pulls you up to kiss him again.

Soon enough he releases your body just enough that you can start kissing all the way down his neck, shoulders and chest. You take off his underwear and lay a firm grip on his throbbing cock. He throws his head back as you lick a small circle around his tip and pump a few times. He can’t seem to look away and decides to hold back your hair. Barely pushing you in any direction. You take him in your mouth little by little. His groaning, swears and moans of your name getting louder with each pump.

“That’s it, Princess! You’re in trouble now!” He pushes you back on the bed. Kissing you deeply, rubbing small circles around you clit. You’re now begging him for a release again. And he is sure willing to oblige. He pulls away and grabs his cock to guide himself through your entrance. You both groan from pleasure. You nod a little, giving him the ok to start moving. You’re both near your climaxes so his pace quickens. Any attempts of kissing fail because your mouth keeps dragging down his chin with each thrust. But neither of you mind.

He’s holding himself up on one elbow, burying his other hand’s fingers in your hips. You drag your fingernails over his back almost painfully enough to draw blood. This makes him grunt even more, his face still buried in the crook of your neck. You even bite his shoulder a little. His length slightly painful, but all the more enjoyable.

The rest of the world no longer exists. Just you and him. You barely hear the people outside. All you can sense is the sweat, the sound of skin against skin, the waves of pleasure washing over you. You keep working in harmony with his thrusts. Your eyes too intrigued by the movements of his lean muscles to dare close. You glance at the place where your bodies meet and feel yourself unraveling underneath him.

You scream his name into oblivion and his movements become less calculated and more uneven as he comes from the feeling of your walls clenching around him. He moans your name in response as he rides out both of your orgasms. He pulls out soon enough. Both of you panting and unable to speak as he lays beside you. You feel weak and you’re shivering, but not from cold. From absolute extacy.

Once you’ve both regained your composure you curl up to his side. He lifts one of your legs up over him and you place a hand on his chest to draw circles on his skin.

“That was…amazing.” He says smiling at you in the glow of the moonlight shining through the small window. “Yeah, it was. Would love to repeat that sometime soon.” You smile back at him. He kisses your head. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

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Soon enough you feel yourself drifting off to sleep, until he speaks up again. “I lied earlier.” “What?” You rub your eyes a little until you can clearly see the guilty look on his face as he stares at the ceiling.

“What are you talking about?” He licks over his lips and looks at you. “Earlier, when I said that I hated you…I didn’t mean a word of it. I’m sorry but, you’re actually one of the few people I like in this hellhole. The only person, to be exact.”

You just keep smiling at him. “I know.” “Wha- but you said…” He looks at you with the same confused look from earlier, except this one isn’t shadowed by lust, it’s shaded by hope. “I know what I said. And I lied too. I actually like you too.” You kiss him for reassurance, before turning over and tugging him to spoon you. You’re both fading to sleep as you hear him mumble.

“Thank god.”

The Winchester Way: Part 1

Summary: The Winchesters, best of the best in the hunting world. Their family have always been the best, as long as time can remember. Other hunters send their kin to the Winchesters for a few years for extensive training. Their methods are unorthodox, but they all know, to be the best…you must endure the worst.

Characters: Sam, Dean, John, OC Allen, OC Melody, Reader

Warnings: Angst, Torture, NSFW, Dark Dean (yes, that’s a warning), Kidnapping, Threatening Behavior, Mild Molestation (of an adult), (Please heed the warnings!!!)

Word Count: 1,828

A/N: So I was told that I was not living up to my full writing potential because I was not tapping into my darker side. Well, here is my dark side in all it’s angsty, threatening glory. Heed the warnings!!! I think I entered all the warnings for this part. Shout out to @sis-tafics. She’s not exactly a beta - and refuses to be called such -  but we’ve agreed on “Creative Collaborator” for bouncing around ideas with me, putting up with my insane ramblings at all hours, and ensuring me this doesn’t suck! Love ya Jill! Also, special thanks to @arryn-nyx who suffered so much to make this aesthetic just right!!


The Winchester Way. It’s the way of the hunting world. The champions of history make the rules, all others follow in step like the good little soldiers they are. For centuries, the Winchester bloodline has ruled the hunting world with an iron fist. They know everything, have access to all information, and have so graciously taken it upon themselves to train all other hunters in their ways. Effectively, creating a well-trained army against the forces of the Supernatural world.

The Winchesters maintain a large bunker in the heart of the country. Their facilities are vast, allowing them to take in upwards of twenty trainees at any given time. Some trainees are offered as tribute, continuing the traditions of being trained under the Winchesters that their own families have maintained for decades. Some are obtained, taken with minimal negotiations as the Winchesters see fit, often as payment for their services and interventions.

No one dare complain. The Winchester network is far and wide, their power unrivaled. John and Mary Winchester ruled with great power and some compassion. However, as they grow older, they are looking to retire and withdraw from the hunting world. Their empire thus falling onto the shoulders of their two sons, Dean and Sam. Dean, being the older of the two, has taken on the role of ‘Leader-in-training’. He too ruling as his father before him, but with a significant lack of compassion. He feels compassion only leads to weakness, his reign reflecting the darkness of the world and within himself.

Previously, training regimens consisted of working with the individual, building up their natural talents and making them stronger. But Dean has argued that this only leads to cracks and weaknesses that can be exploited. His beliefs - his new process - is to completely strip and break the soul and spirit of the individual, leaving them blank and ready to be refilled with the skills and knowledge to be the best hunters possible.

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I Give Up - part 3 (A Baekhyun Series)


Your phone was laying face up on the bench outside of the building in which you just took your exam. It was lit up, unlocked and on a contact page that read “Curry & Chocolate”. You paced in front of it, eyeing it nervously as you chewed on your thumb nail. Like you had been doing for 45 minutes since you finished your test.

You’d almost pressed it at least 10 times but each time you gave up and put it back down. Having tested out your voice each time and found that you sounded dumb, or nervous, or sleepy, or way too casual he would never buy that.

You walked in front of it again, biting your fingernails now.

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Album Art Wallpapers: Muse

Panic! at the Disco

Fall Out Boy

My Chemical Romance

twenty one pilots

Pierce The Veil

Sleeping With Sirens

Of Mice & Men

All Time Low

Bring Me The Horizon

Muse

Green Day
Electricity - Peter Parker imagine

A/N: OKay, this is my first Peter imagine ever so I hope you like it!!! I really like the way it turned out and the chill cafe vibe I got from writing it :) But yeah I wrote this at 02:33 am so sorry if there’s any grammar mistakes hehe

Originally posted by chicandproper

I sat down at the table with coffee in one hand and my computer in the other. I looked around at the others in the small café and a guy caught my gaze. He was incredibly cute, unlike any other cute guy I had ever seen. He was reading a big book and a big excited smile formed on his face and I couldn’t help but smile at his excitement. 

He had thick brown hair with a slight curl and I had never wanted to feel any others hair as much as his. It looked like the smoothest silk. His chocolate brown eyes followed the lines in his book from side to side with an incredible speed. He must have felt my eyes basically boring holes in his skin because he looked up at me. 

Our eyes met and locked on each other. 

She finally broke eye contact and a red blush covered her cheeks. I felt like I was being watched and when I looked up her beautiful eyes was pointed directly at me. She was completely mesmerizing. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her, even if I wanted to. She opened her computer and her fingers started dancing on the keyboard. Her nails was painted bordeaux. 

Suddenly my book didn’t seem as interesting as five minutes before. I put it down and without looking I reached for my coffee cup. The supposed warm liquid made its way down even though it tasted horrible. It must’ve turned cold while I had been reading. 

She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen and I had to talk to her. I couldn’t stop staring and I felt drawn to her. She looked up again and her green eyes found mine. I still didn’t look away and she didn’t either. 

Before I knew it I had gathered my stuff and walked across the room. She gave me a big smile as I made my way to her. I asked if I could sit down and she couldn’t keep the excitement out of her voice and it made me more confident. 

I reached my hand out.

“I’m Peter.” 

“Y/N” 

She shook my hand. 

And the small touch felt like electricity. 

Y'all when will people realize that none of this stuff we have noticed was done on ACCIDENT?? THERE IS A PURPOSE behind every scene, line, and edit. These things are done for REASONS. MAYBE if SOME PEOPLE would get their heads out of the sand they would realize that the world of CINEMA does NOT revolve around things that THEY CLAIM TO KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT. They are NOT the actors, NOT the writers and NOT the director.

(end rant)

So this is another Gambit fic because I promised my darling Simone that I would write her another one and until now I have not kept that promise. (For those of you uninformed as to the identity of Simone, please read the previous Gambit story, Play The Game, and/or the Steve Rogers Emoticons one-shot). Enjoy, my darlings!

“Neighbourhood Watch”

You were soaring through the air, pirouetting between, and stroking, the marshmallow clouds. The blazing sun watched over you and brushed your skin, giving it an auburn glow. Spinning, you dove beneath a blanket of cotton wool as a sound ricocheted in your ear. Tap. For such a small sound, it seemed to echo in your head so you paused, floating in mid-air, and looked around. Nothing. The clouds were pink and fluffy but you still could not see the source of the sound. Tap. You turned to the side, spinning around completely. Still, nothing.

Tap.

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The One With The Blue Eyes - Part 3

Hi guys. I know I promised this would be up soon and I’m going to be honest……. I just flat out forgot to post. Moving on.

Warnings: mentions of abuse


Y/N’s POV

Holy shit. 

To say I’m nervous to have lunch with Daryl would be an understatement. Maybe it’s because of his deep blue eyes that suck you in like a black hole. Or maybe it’s cause he has a dark and broody attitude.

I finished changing out of the clothes I wore to work and changed into something a little more pleasant as I heard a knock at the door. I walked out of my room to the front door and took in a deep breath before opening it. 

“Hi Daryl”

“Hey, you ready to go?”

“Yeah! Let me just grab my keys”

I grabbed my keys before walking out and locking the door behind me.

“So where are we going exactly?”

“To a bar”

“A bar?”

“Don’t worry its a more quiet bar”

We pulled up to the bar not long after our small talk ended and Daryl pulled into a parking spot closer to the entrance. He got out of his truck coming to my side and opening the door for me before I could even reach for the handle. We walked inside the bar in silence before he pulled me by my wrist to a secluded booth.

“So whad’ya think?”, he asked.

“It’s not bad. I actually really kinda like it”

I looked at my surroundings and everyone here seemed to be in their own bubbles. The bar had lights hanging from the ceiling giving a soft, relaxing glow to the room.

“Hi guys what can I grab for ya?”

“Just two beers for now thanks”, Daryl said waving her off.

“Alright I’ll be right back with those”


We’ve been here for about an hour now and getting to know Daryl could not have been better.

“There’s no way that happened! That’s sad AND disgusting!”

“It’s true. I was lost for days an’ had to wipe my ass with poison ivy. Had a rash for weeks!”, Daryl said as he finished telling me the story of how he got lost in the woods when he was a kid.

“Didn’t anyone try looking for you?”

He stayed silent for a minute.

“Nah. Ain’t no one give a shit about me enough to look”

“What do you mean?”

“My mom……She died when I was young an’ after that my pops didn’t really give a shit about me an’ my brother. He was always drunk. An’ he’d beat the shit outta us. Sometimes he still does”

“I’m so sorry Daryl. I didn’t know”

“It’s a’right”

“No it’s really not though.You’re a grown man now Daryl. Why didn’t you just leave?”

“He an’ my brother are the only things I have left. I’d feel bad for leaving the poor bastard on his own”

“Poor bastard my ass Daryl! He’s a sick son of a bitch that hurt you and your brother! There’s no reason to stick up for a piece of shit like that!”

He looks down releasing a deep sigh.

“I know”

“You know what we’re gonna do?”

“What?”

“We’re gonna leave and go back to your place and get all your shit and you can come live with me okay?”

“What? No I can’t just leave!”

“Yes you can Daryl! This has been going on for years! Think about it Daryl. No more pain”

He was silent for a while before finally looked up at me.

“Okay lets go”


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And that’s a wrap on TOWTBE! I felt like this was a good place to end it because I felt like all it needed was an end where Daryl finally escapes his father. In case you guys didn’t see I am now accepting requests for 13 Reasons Why! I watched it and I couldn’t not want to write about the beautiful yet complicated characters the show has given us. Jeff Atkins is my favorite. 

anonymous asked:

Clarke Griffin X female reader were Clarke gets jealous and possessive when somebody flirts with the reader please

Jealousy (Clarke x Female Reader)

A\N: Sure thing, hope you like it :)

Originally posted by lexarke-clexa

warning: not really smut but close to it i guess? idk 


Inhaling, you feel refreshed, rejuvenated, and ready for the night trip ahead of you before you head out of your tent.

“Hey hottie!” You hear Murphys familiar voice shout at you immediately. He’s sat around the long gone fire, metres away. You watch him stand up, eyebrows raised in a judgmental way. 

“Three seconds.” You announce loudly, “It took three seconds of me being in your view for you to try and hit on me.” Murphy smirks as he walks up to you and you step back when he’s getting too close for your comfort. He winks before he talks.

“I assure you I last longer than three seconds.” Murphy looks you up and down. Before you can say your witty remark back, you hear another familiar voice. The voice of your soon to be official girlfriend and leader, Clarke.

“Murphy!” She yells and you watch her narrow your eyes at him as she cups her hands together, “Don’t you have someone else to piss off?” Then her eyes travel to you and you make eye contact before they move down your body and you hide a smirk.

“Nah, think I’m good here.” Murphy looks back at you, leaning in towards your shocked face. He tries to plant his lips on yours but you move your head away, pushing him back by his chest, “Bitch!” He looks up furiously and you ready your hand to punch him in the face. In an instant, Clarke is by your side, her hand placed upon yours willing you not to hit Murphy. Even though you really, really want to.

“I suggest you get the hell away from her before I make you.” Clarke orders and the glare Murphy gives you if full of hate and rage but he begins to leave and you glare at the back of his head, wishing you had lasers in your eyes because then there’d be holes in Murphys head as you glared.

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Professional? [Cjamm]

Artist: Cjamm | Word Count: 2.737

I’m back with another scenario!:) This actually happened when I’m on the plane back to my country, and this little girl next to me was sleep talking. Hope you all enjoy this one

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The café you were sitting at was dead empty, since you were lounging there at such an ungodly hour. The sky was dark with the stars and the moon lighting your way in, and the night was cold against your skin, unlike the warmth of your bed in your apartment. But you were meeting someone at 2 AM, and that someone said it was urgent, an emergency, he explained.

So here you were, sitting at a coffee shop in the middle of Seoul, at a time where the city was asleep. Time ticked by and the seconds moved, you didn’t even realize half an hour have passed ever since you arrived. Your mind was barely there, eyelids starting to drop as the sleepiness started to come back to you. The cup of coffee in front of you was already empty minutes ago, and the person you waited for have yet to arrive.

As if on cue, the bell on the door of the café chimed, and a guy with a suitcase strolled inside, effectively waking you up. You had to narrow your eyes to see the visitor’s face, since his hat was covering it. But when light landed on his face, you released the breath you were holding, your tense shoulders slumping down.

“I thought you were going to let me sleep here until morning, Jihoon.” Swings took the seat in front of you and took his hat off, flashing you a wide grin.

“I don’t think I could wait any longer to get you this gift, (Name).” You raised your eyebrows as he set his bag down, and rummaged through it, and pulling out a clear file filled with papers in it.

Swings slid the clear file across the table, and you took it with your mind filled in confusion. Carefully taking out the papers and reading it one by one, you got even more confused, as your mind can’t seem to comprehend or get any idea from the words printed on the papers.

“Why are you giving me this?” You whispered, raising your eyes to the Jihoon who was still grinning at you, when you were so sure his mood would be ruined because of the long flight he had.

“I’m offering you your new job!” Jihoon said, “I know you hate being jobless, and this job fits you anyways.” Your jaws went slack as the information escaping from his lips started to sink in.

Somehow, the cries of wanting to sleep from your mind had disappeared all of a sudden, and your mind was cheering in happiness, despite how you look so shocked on the outside. And your eyes that looked tired started to glimmer in excitement.

At least you’re not jobless anymore.


It was around 2 in the afternoon when you stepped inside of the JM building with Swings next to you. There weren’t many people around, but your eyes were wide when you finally got a look inside of the building. Somehow, the atmosphere felt different, unlike the old office you worked before. It was homey in here, something that you noted when your foot stepped inside.

“Everyone here is pretty chill, so I’m sure you won’t get into a fight and lose your job like before.” A punch landed on Swings’ arms as he was teasing you for the reason you lost your job last time.

“Shut up!” You groaned, “Just show me where he is and tell me what to do, and I’ll try my best to adapt to everything here.”

Swings was an angel for giving you this job, because you really do need money for your living. And you were going to give your best, because you didn’t want to let your friend down.

“Alright, he’s usually lounging in here-“ The door Swings was pointing at slammed open, and a guy casually walked out from the room, and do note that he was half-naked.

Your cheeks turned pink as your eyes landed on his toned body, tattoos painting his skin that made him look scary to you. But you really weren’t expecting to see this on the first day of your job, and you couldn’t help but gulp because his body looks so fine. He seemed oblivious of your presence, since he was already grinning at Swings.

Oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.

“There he is! Sungmin, meet (Name), she’ll be your new manager from now on.” Finally, Cjamm’s eyes met yours, and he gave you a smile, holding his hand out for a handshake.

“Stage name Cjamm, but feel free to call me Sungmin.” Maybe Cjamm have finally noticed how red your cheeks were, as he gave you a wink and walked away just like that.

Your eyes almost popped out of its place as your mouth hung down, pure shock written all over you. As Cjamm continued to walk and disappeared from your sight as he entered another room, you couldn’t help but question if this is the right job for you.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get used to him.” There was a pat in the back as Swings’ voice snapped you back to reality.

“Hell, I better do that fast.”


As time goes on, you surprisingly got close to Sungmin. The job wasn’t hard for you because you and Sungmin got along well, and you finally understood why Swings had offered you the job. Both of you had a few things in common, and that helped you get comfortable with him faster, and so does he.

Sungmin was an amazing person when you get used to his attitude. He was confident, and he had the skills, and he enjoyed being on stage, he was a great performer. Despite his flirty attitude at times, he was actually very kind, something that you didn’t imagine you would see from him.

And so you were with Sungmin all the time. Whenever he was making music, you were there for him, and sleeping in the studio became a normal thing for you. During concerts, interviews, and photo shoots, you were there for him when he needed to stand as a rapper. But slowly, you were also there when he was being Ryu Sungmin, just goofing around together. There was a great chemistry between you two that anyone can see, and thankfully Sungmin had made your job way better than before.

Waking up in the morning for your job felt easier. And you smiled more ever since you started the job. And somehow, you felt a very different feeling when you’re with Sungmin, and you always looked forward into meeting him.

That was when you stupidly realized that you like him. Seeing Sungmin laughing from the other side of the room caused butterflies tickling in your stomach. The subtle gestures like high-fives and a pat from the back made your heart race to the clouds. There was always a smile after you received a text from Sungmin, but you grew anxious when he doesn’t answer.

To sum it up, you fell for someone you shouldn’t have. You would have to put your heart aside, and you didn’t know if work would seem as enjoyable as before you realized this feeling.

You had to try to be professional.


Sungmin was going crazy with the way his manager was acting the past few days. You were clearly drawing a line between the two of you, and you were distant and cold now. He had guessed maybe you were in that time of the month, but could it really turn you into someone he barely knew?

The texts Sungmin sends you that doesn’t have anything work-related were replied hours later. And the smile that was usually there when he cracked a joke or just goofed around was long gone. You didn’t throw that pretty smile he loves so much, and Sungmin was fast to realize that why you were like this is because of him.

It was obvious how you smiled and laughed to others, but threw a cold glance at you.

But Sungmin needed to fix what was wrong with you, because he couldn’t seem to go much long without seeing the normal you. Not when his heart was beating way too fast when he’s with you, and now he’s close to falling into the pit of sadness.

“Hyung, I’ll sit next to (Name).” Swings nodded and took Sungmin’s passport, booking him at the window seat next to his manager.

Right now, the artists of Just Music were at the airport, getting ready for their flight to London. It was for their concert, and so all of them came to Incheon Airport. Sungmin thought that maybe this long flight would be a good opportunity to talk things out with you. Although Sungmin himself wasn’t so sure about how he’ll start the talk with you.

But as the minutes passed on, Sungmin felt jealousy build up inside of him as he watched you interact with the others, but when your eyes met his, you gave that cold stare at him again.


As you plopped yourself down to your seat, you breathed a sigh of relief. You felt tired because you didn’t get a wink of sleep at all, and because of today’s schedule, you had to be at the JM building in the morning. The plane will take off at night time, which is perfect for you to catch up on sleep. You couldn’t seem to sleep peacefully these past few days, because Sungmin occupied your mind a lot.

Just as you were going to close your eyes, a cough escaped from beside you. You recognized that voice too well that you didn’t need to turn your head and see who it was.

“Can you step out for a moment, please? I need to get to my seat.” Sungmin gave you a small smile, but you glared at him before moving out of your seat.

Sungmin didn’t really do anything wrong, he really didn’t. But you can’t seem to focus on work with these feelings, and it hurts more to know that you can’t even have him. So you drew the line between the two of you, and the smiles you used to give him were changed into cold glares from you. And when you’re starting to get a hang of things, you were going to be stuck a few hours beside him.

Just. Great.

Sungmin clearly saw the drastic change of mood in you. He bit his lips and set himself down nervously, eyes glancing towards you beside him. As you closed your eyes to try and fall asleep, you failed miserably of course, because Sungmin’s eyes were boring holes into you, and you were getting annoyed by the second.

“Can you stop staring at me, please?”

“What? Oh, right.” How Sungmin wanted to punch himself for being so stupidly obvious.

You were driving him crazy, and Sungmin knew well he wasn’t like this usually. You brought out the new side of him, completely shadowing the arrogant attitude that he displayed in public. And he felt like a wimp for not being able to confess to you. And the fact that you won’t even talk to him was making everything worse.

If only they weren’t connected because of work, maybe he could confess to you by now.


Night time falls fast, and your watch told you it was already 12 AM in South Korea. Your eyes were wide awake and your heart had been beating like crazy ever since the plane took off, because of the guy next to you. And now, you can’t seem to sleep with Sungmin’s head leaning onto your shoulder.

This bastard.

This was the closest you got to him, and you can smell his strong cologne and the warmth radiating from him. It was nice, and you feel all warm on the inside, but your mind was holding you back. Your thoughts kept on telling you that you can’t fall in love because Sungmin was the artist that you were managing, it would be unprofessional if you do so. But you can’t really deny that you already fell for him, and your heart craved to let him know how you feel.

And you were alone with your thoughts again tonight, not being able to move because you didn’t want to wake Sungmin up. He was weirdly restless today, he was twitching in nervousness, you thought. You didn’t have the heart to move so you could be comfortable.

What a wimp.

You were only able to show that you care for him when he’s unconscious. When Sungmin was wide awake, you would give him the cold shoulder, and you only acknowledged him as rapper Cjamm, not Ryu Sungmin. You really missed the time where you two would just fool around as friends, but you had to hold yourself. You had to hold your heart down.

“(Name)…”

Your heart stopped when Sungmin’s voice broke the silence, and your eyes moved towards his form beside you, and he appeared to be still asleep. But you were so sure it was his voice that had said your name. That only means one thing:

Sungmin sleep talks.

Biting your lips, you tried to hide the giggle from escaping your lips, afraid of waking everyone around you. But your heart was bursting into happiness, because Sungmin looked so cute now, and you were nervous as well, waiting if he would sleep talk again.

“I…”

“What are you trying to say, Sungmin?” You whispered, fooling around while talking to his still sleeping form.

“I love you.”

What did he say?

You froze when you heard what Sungmin said. What in the world was going on his dream? You were freaking out right now. While Sungmin remained asleep even if you were twitching in your seat, his snores echoing around you. Biting your lips, you contemplated on whether you should ask him further or not. But it won’t hurt to ask, right? Sungmin seems like he’s too knocked out to wake up right now.

“Who do you love, Sungmin?” You asked, your voice whispering softly near his ear.

While waiting for his reply, your heart was doing summersaults, your mind couldn’t stop thinking about the answers he might spit out. You didn’t even know if what Sungmin said now is what he actually feels on the inside, since he was barely conscious. But you were way too curious to care, or you were too sleep-deprived to think in the right mind.

“I love you, (Name).” Sungmin murmured, and you swore your heart soared high to the sky now.

This idiot.

“I love you too, you idiot.” Moving swiftly, you laced your right hand with his left ones.

Maybe now you could sleep in peace.


Sungmin woke up feeling awfully nice unlike the past few days were it was so hard for him to open his eyes. He yawned and stretched his arms, but stopped when he saw that he wasn’t able to move his left ones. His eyes then noticed that he was holding your right ones, and Sungmin’s cheeks turned red, feeling flowers bloom in his heart.

This is way too early to feel like this.

Unfortunately, because of his movements, you slowly woke up from your deep slumber. Releasing a yawn from your lips, your eyes were met with Sungmin’s orbs, clear nervousness written all over him. And then everything that happened last night started to sink in, your cheeks turning red as well, and you quickly unlatched your fingers from his.

But Sungmin held on, and he laced your fingers with his. A smile was apparent on his lips, and he didn’t seem to mind holding hands with you.

“Your hands are super soft, (Name).”

“Oh, thank you.”

Silence fell between the two of you and you were having an internal battle in your mind, on whether you should just confess about what happened last night or not. But Sungmin seemed to be able to read your expression, and he knew that you were conflicted on the inside.

“Did anything happen last night that I ended up holding your hand?”

“Nothing weird happened, really. Just that you were being a wimp and confessed to me by sleep talking.” Sungmin chuckled and he looked a little embarrassed by what you had revealed to him.

“So is it a yes or a no?”

“Would I really accept the love of a wimp?”

“Hey!”

Step 6: Preparing The Doll Head for Glass or Acrylic Eyes

Materials: Exacto knife, pencil, tweezers, course sanding needles, googly eyes, Goof Off, Q-tips

I like adding glass eyes to my monster high dolls, because I feel like they add a certain level of detail in their 3-dimensional aspect that you can’t get with paint. You don’t have to do this, and if you want to just paint or draw on eyes, that’s okay too! You can completely skip this step and go on to Step 7.

Note: I would also like to mention here, that because I am doing glass eyes in this tutorial, I will not be re-rooting the doll- but doing a wig instead. While it is possible to re-root a doll that you’ve done eyes in, it can be extremely difficult and it doesn’t usually take well.  If you guys really want a re-rooting tutorial, let me know and I’ll be happy to make one for drawn/painted eyes and re-rooting.

Using a pencil or pen, draw on the shape of the eyes you want. You’ll want to make them a little smaller then your end goal so that you have room to trim and sand them.

(You can see some discoloration on Frankie’s head. I’m not sure what causes this, but it does happen frequently, especially with used dolls as she was. It’s totally normal, don’t panic. You won’t see it at all once the painting is done.)

Next, take your exacto knife and perforate around the edges of the lines you drew. Do this using only the very tip of your knife; you don’t want to try going straight to cutting out the eye holes because you risk the straight edge of the knife giving you odd, geometric eyes. Unless you want weird box eyes.. then, by all means, cut away. Once I have carefully perforated all the way around my eyes, I carefully start connecting them, again using just the tip of my knife. Repeat this step until you can remove your eye holes.

Try to make them as even as you can as you use your knife to round them out. Carve thin sheers of vinyl and use the tweezers to remove stubborn pieces.

Never try to remove too much at once. Once you have them the general shape you like, use the fine sanding needles to smooth out your eye hole edges. Be careful and gentle that they don’t get away from you and get too big! I have found that the soft vinyl doesn’t take well to sanding. You’ll want to squeeze the head to make it a little easier.

Once you’re happy with the shape of your eyes, you’re going to cut a hole in the doll’s head that you’ll use later to insert the eyes. On monster high dolls, there’s usually already a circle around the top of the head, and I usually use that as a guideline.

I notch my doll scalps when I cut them out- I do this because it makes lining them back up and putting them back on easier, in my opinion.

You’ll notice when you’ve cut open your doll head, that inside might still have glue and bits of hair in it. Use your tweezers, Q-tips, and Goof Off to clean that out so the inside of your doll head is clean.

Now, I like to use 8MM doll eyes for my Monster High Dolls, but I’ve heard a lot of people prefer the 10MM- this is all based entirely on preference, I have bought a pack of 8MM and 10MM cheap googily eyes that I use to get the size right before ordering the more expensive glass eyes (There’s no worse feeling then ordering your special eyes and getting them in the wrong size! Save yourself the headache with this simple test.)

Now that you’ve tested it, you can go ahead and order your doll eyes, by the time you’re ready to put them in, they’ll probably have arrived! (I like glass eyes over acrylics, and I’ve found ebay to be the best place to find them).

Stay tuned for Step 7: Base Painting Your Doll!
This step is currently on hold as I await the arrival of the paint in the mail, thanks for your patience!
Note: I am uploading as I work on this doll- which is not every day! I will try to keeps posts coming at least once a week, but please be patient – this is something I do for fun.

ALL STEPS TO MY CUSTOM MONSTER HIGH TUTORIAL CAN BE FOUND UNDER #monster high tutorial

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Episode 79, part 2, ON WITH THE MURDER

But first, storytime!

Bakura decides to play tourguide while facing Ghostface in - what he did not make at all clear is - a Duel to the Death

I have to presume (if he’s not making this up) that he knows Domino City Cemetery trivia from Ryou, who seems like EXACTLY the sort of person who knows Domino City Cemetery trivia. 

Or, you know, he’s lying and just came up with some bullshit based on the first monster in his hand he wanted to summon, because he summons a headless knight, see, tying in the tourguide facts with the game, what fun!

THIS IS MY “HAVING FUN” FACE

So Yami Bakura probably thinks he’s being really very upfront about the lethal nature of this card game…

But tragically (for Ghostface et al, not for Bakura), the fucking rhetoric of this card game is SO OVERBLOWN that they think Bakura’s just, like, being melodramatic. “Death” in this case being interpreted as “loss of a card game”, and not in fact, literally being killed. 

I blame Kaiba, to be perfectly honest. I feel like Kaiba was probably the one to normalise outlandishly dramatic metaphorical trash talk during televised duels. Ghostface could probably sue, if he wasn’t soon-to-be-deceased. 

Oh and speaking of dramatic trash talk!

It’s not translated the same, but he totally says “sore wa dou kana?” aka Yami’s catchphrase. I love parallels between this stylishly violent Ancient Egyptian ghost dork and the other one.

Ghostface starts off pretty strong (although the headless knight does freak him out) but is thrown off his game by Yami Bakura’s … ah … unconventional strategic attitude.

For example, Ghostface summons Golden Elephant Skeleton (actually “Golden Elephant” but it’s a fucking skeleton, fight me Pegasus) (also, fun fact! it’s thought that elephant skulls were the origin of the myth of the Cyclops - a giant with a single eye in the centre of their face - because of their trunk-hole, and the animators really went in for it here) …

And uses a magic card that does 300 LP for each card sent to the graveyard.

Bakura’s reaction?

“I call this the Immediately Stabbing Myself As The Opening Move To Any Plan technique. Violent, unprompted masochism really throws people off!”

Things Bakura is almost certainly sexually aroused by:

his own pain

Marik

other people’s pain

auto-erotic asphyxiation (I have no evidence for this one but, like. amirite.)

Ghostface And Pals’ fear:

Kaiba: aroused by card games

Yami: aroused by playing card games with certain people

Bakura: aroused by people being afraid of playing card games with him

please keep it in your pants mister

Turns out Bakura has a magic card I’m calling I Can’t Believe It’s Not Kul Elna:

that allows him to boost his own monster’s attack for every card he discarded, so he wasn’t just doing it to freak Ghostface out / get a rush from the pain of taking damage in a Dark Game.

At this point, these idiots are like “so when you say we’re going to die if Ghostface loses, you don’t really mean…?”

“Teehee, my bad!”

“… also his friends and/or card game associates.”

He says “World of Darkness” but he clarifies he literally means hell itself, as in, they will be for-reals-dead, not trapped in some shadow-y World of Darkness netherrealm.

There are actual ghosts involved now.

OR there are manifestations of Bakura’s Dark Game, taking the form of ghosts because that’s how he’s chosen this Dark Game to play out in order to fit the cemetery #aesthetic. 

And I gotta say, aside from his Ryou-approved stripes and trainers and pastels, he has this aesthetic NAILED.

#demonchic

He also means that literally; one of them tries and just vanishes into the mist to appear running back towards the duel from the other direction. Just like the nerd herd trying to get into Pegasus’s Dark Game.

Ghostface tries to buy some time with Nightmare Steel Cage

… or Demon’s Iron Cage now I guess. #shrugemoticon #fightmePegasus

And for a moment it looks like it’s working…

LOL JK HE’S JUST PISSED OFF BECAUSE HE’S ENJOYING THE PANTS-FEELING HE’S GETTING FROM THEIR PALPABLE FEAR OF THEIR OWN IMMINENT DEATH SO HE DOESN’T WANT THE GAME TO END BUT IT HAS

… and they do. (I see why this got censored tbh. Grim.) They are dragged bodily beyond the veil of death, conveniently leaving behind the Duel Disk.

“yay”

CAN YOU IMAGINE if the next episode was Bakura exasperatedly descending into the underworld to retrieve the Puzzle Cards he’d accidentally banished to beyond the mortal realm, like “Hades, long time no see, listen, I’m in a hurry to get back to a card game tournament…”

Because indeed, he better hurry, everyone else is in a race to the location of the finals as though there’s some time limit, which there isn’t, but these people are all really fucking excited about their card games.

Mai’s giving the nerd herd a lift when they’re overtaken by…

… IT’S YOUR TOURNAMENT AND YOU DIDN’T EVEN QUALIFY FIRST AND TECHNICALLY YOU’RE FOLLOWING THEM, WHICH, LIKE, YOU WERE ONLY BEHIND BECAUSE YOU STOPPED TO GO GET YOUR BACKUP HELICOPTER BECAUSE YOU CRASHED YOUR FIRST HELICOPTER INTO THE SEA AND ALSO THEY CAN’T HEAR YOU???

Jou wants to try race Kaiba. Mai has to be the adult.

And look. There is. SO MUCH. To unpack here.

Otogi is #posing and I have NO IDEA how he and Honda managed to convince Anzu that this was a good idea especially GIVEN HOW MAI DRIVES (i.e. like she’s got road rage from being rejected as a stunt driver for a The Fast and the Furious movie for “being unnecessarily showy and reckless”) but it looks like Anzu has just realised the likelihood of their death in an action-movie car-fireball

Jou’s the one griping about the competition already and I think Shizuka’s just coming to terms with just how much card game talk there’s going to be over the next 48 hours 

Mai is internally berating herself for being stupid enough to offer Shizuka a lift “you KNOW they’re like a particularly needy gaggle of ducklings you HAD TO KNOW they would ALL get in your car goddammit Mai”

and Yugi is DEFINITELY thinking about how the side of his butt is touching the side of Anzu’s butt 

O/////O

Cruiserweight Lover

Drabble: #49
Superstar/Diva: TJ PERKINS
Prompt: “I may be an idiot, but I’m your idiot.”
A/N: My first request for TJ, and I’m super stoked! SMUT AHEAD!!!!! Sorry if it sucks!


You walked around backstage, mingling with the other Superstars and Divas, until you walked by TJ Perkins. He thought he was the baddest thing, although he was more of a cute puppy dog, but you would never admit that to him.

As you walked past him, he called your name, making you stop in your tracks and turn to face him and his ego.

“Lets make a deal, (y/n).” He told you, now standing about an arms distance away from you.

You crossed your arms over your chest and raised an eyebrow. “What kind of deal, Perkins?”

“When I win tonight’s match, and retain my title, you reward me?” He said, his ego shining through.

“What makes you think you’ll win?” You asked, eyes never leaving his.

He stepped closer to you, “because I’m that good.”

“Sure you are, but what happens if you don’t win? Can I go around and spread a rumor saying the only reason you have a huge ego is because you have a small penis?” You asked, laughing at the end.

TJ then stepped even closer to you, only inches from you now, “oh trust me, my ego is huge, but my dick is bigger.”

You rolled your eyes, “you’re an idiot, but I guess we’ll see tonight.” You said, walking away and swinging your hips because you could feel TJs eyes burning holes into you.

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You stood shocked, watching as TJ held the title above his head. Your head spun as you remembered your deal with him, and thought about how you had to reward him.

He came through the curtain, smiling and his eyes searching for you. Soon they found you and then he strutted towards you.

“I have an interview to do, so go get changed out of your ring gear, shower, and slip into something more comfortable, and go to room 305. I should be there at the time, if I’m not then wait for me.” He told you before walking off.

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You showered, shaved, and got changed into some sweats and a “Property of WWE” tee. Now, on the outside you looked like a homeless person, but underneath those clothes, you had on a lacy black set of undergarments, so you headed to TJs room.

You only had to wait for about 10minutes, until TJ arrived. He let you walk in ahead of him, and he placed his hand in the small of your back as you did so. Once inside he dropped his bag, and looked at you.

“You know, I thought you would’ve worn something sexier, but I can deal with the sweats I guess.” He said more to himself than to you.

You rolled your eyes again at his idiotic tendencies, and stripped yourself of your clothing, looking at him afterwards.

“I thought this was sexy enough.” You smiled.

He stood across from you, mouth opened wide and eyes almost out of his head.

“Y-y-You’re…I mean… WOAH.” He stuttered, making a giggle escape from your lips.

“So are you gonna stand there and look at me, or are we going to get to business?” You asked, snapping him in reality.

With realization, he stripped himself of his clothing items except his boxers.

“So, TJ, how would you like to be rewarded? Because that was our deal, remember.” You questioned, moving closer to him.

He stuttered once more before saying “suck my cock, p-please.”

You smiled and happily did so, sinking to your knees and pulling his boxers down as you went. You looked up at him through your lashes, and you could’ve sworn he almost lost it then.

Taking his erection in your hand, you kitten licked his slit and he was a moaning mess just by that. You continued, soon taking him into your mouth. He grabbed at your hair and made a makeshift ponytail to help guide you.

“Your mouth is going to be the death me, babe.” He spoke, while throwing his head back.

He pulled you away, a string of salvia connecting your lips to his member.

“Look, I’ll repay you next time we do this, but if I don’t get to be inside of you right now, I’m going to explode.” He told you, helping you up and laying you back on the bed.

He held his body of yours by his hands, and looked into your eyes, asking for permission. You nodded your head ever so slightly, and he pushed his head into you. Your eyes rolled back and a moan fell from your lips. TJ rocked his hips back and forth, moans falling from your mouth at a constant rate.

“Fuuuucccckkk,” He groaned, “I need to go faster. I can’t do this much longer.” He whispered to you.

“Faster and harder, TJ. I’m close.” You moaned again.

He moved your legs from around his waist and put them over his shoulders, now hitting a deeper angle, making louder sounds come from him, but your moans were almost silenced from the pleasure.

“TJ, oh my, FUCK, don’t stop.” You said in pure bliss, as you hit your climax and your walls tightened around TJ.

“Ugghh.” He groaned, releasing inside of you, staying there for a minute.

He rolled off to the side shortly after, and laid there breathing heavy with you.

“You’re still an idiot by the way.” You said, turning to him.

“I may be an idiot, but I’m your idiot.” he laughed, rolling over to kiss you.