but i do respect people that do

FFXV Laundromat Heacanons


  • Has no idea what he’s doing
  • Throws his whites in with his colors
  • Shrinks one of his shirts
  • Loses a sock
  • One of the little old ladies has to help him out
  • Naps while he waits


  • More competent with this than anyone gives him credit for
  • “Do you need help?” “No I’ve got this.”
  • Goes about once a week so he’s still got respectable clothes to wear there.
  • Forgets to take his money out of his pockets
  • Has a photo series of people washing their laundry
  • Is afraid of shrinking his laundry so he checks the dryer every two seconds


  • Washes Iris’ laundry, too
  • Gets strange looks when he pulls panties out of his laundry bag
  • He doesn’t give a damn, dares you to say something
  • Has to do 2 separate loads since all his clothes have grass and dirt stains.
  • Arrives to the laundromat in a horribly mismatched outfit.
  • Will flirt before asking for a quarter


  • Arrives at the laundromat in a perfectly coordinated outfit
  • It is his last outfit
  • Is a master at stain removal
  • Helps other people with their laundry
  • Trades secrets with the local grannies
  • Never loses his socks

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Watching the new video uploaded by the Twins had me feeling a roller coaster of emotions.

Relieved to finally see them after their break on social media, apprehension on seeing how weary and drained they looked and uncertain about what I would hear once the video began.

As the last few seconds of the video played out, I was sat there, teary eyed.

I have always admired the twins for what they brought to the table, their honesty and acute awareness of societal issues. Hearing them share this part of their life, being brave enough to accept that they were not okay and that it was fine to feel this way, their selflessness to still put us first despite feeling down for what we now know, has been months…I can’t help but be in awe of these two 17 year olds.

It takes a special kind of courage to open up about your demons, to talk of them and how they have haunted you in front of millions. My heart swells with pride for these boys and how real they have been with us and for being true to themselves, even in such dark circumstances.

Yes, it hurt terribly to see them so emotionally exhausted. It stung even more to know that they had been hiding this immensely suffocating feeling for months, putting our happiness before their own and I am glad they’re putting themselves first. It broke me to see how badly it affected Ethan that somehow, be it intentional or not, he did hurt himself. Grayson too, couldn’t keep up and came out of the situation, injured and scathed. 

I wish I could take away their pain and do more than just write about how proud and supportive I am, but it is all I can do besides continuing to support them, shower them with love and pray for them to find genuine happiness once more, even if it means them disappearing for good. 

No one should ever sacrifice the good of their health at the cost of spreading good vibes and positivity. 

My respect for the boys has increased a thousand fold. They are incredibly strong for being so vulnerable and honest with us and I couldn’t love them anymore than I already do. Their raw confession has left me shaken but relieved at the same time.

I hope things go in a better direction for them here on out. They have an army of people who love them, every single one ready to catch and bolster them with strength if they so much as trip or stumble and I hope they never feel that they aren’t doing enough or that they aren’t good enough for us.

Ethan and Grayson, you have my love, admiration, respect and support in everything you do and every decision you make.

You are not alone. Never.

anonymous asked:

How many OCs do you have? ^-^

i have a creation issue…i also redesign basic ut characters like swap sans and fell sans for every ship cause if its the same design used for multiple ships it makes me feel like they are cheating. Even tho poly relationships are a thing ive never been able to do them much personally cause i always feel like one would be left out. THO I RESPECT PEOPLE WHO CAN! i only have 2 poly ships myself with a singular friendo….wow i got off topic oops.. in short I HAVE ENOUGH TO POPULATE AT LEAST 2 STATES .

Jaylos - Camp Inspired Story (2)

I am offically back from my summer job, yay! It was a very exciting summer and I have more ideas for some jaylos fics!

My first jaylos piece inspired by summer camp: http://bunny-lou.tumblr.com/post/161080016202/i-know-i-said-before-that-i-got-a-new-job-for-the

Well, what do we do now?

Jay looked over at Mal, the radio still crackling between them on its charger. “Should we answer that?”

“Nah. The counselors are big kids, they can handle it.”

He shrugged and they both left the kitchen, heading for their respective rooms. It had been a particularly long day with the largest camp group they had had all summer - 270 people. Both just wanted to shower and sleep.

Get all your kids inside and lock your door.”

Surprisingly, Mal, who had been so nonchalant about the radio just moments before, was the first one back in the kitchen. She snatched the radio in lightning speed, bringing it to her mouth. “This is permanent staff, what’s going on?” She turned to see Jay staring at her in panic.

We have someone walking around outside our cabin. They’re not from our group and they won’t respond to us.”

“What cabin are you?”

Cabin One.”

Jay zoomed out of the kitchen, through the living room and out the front door, jumping over the porch instead of taking the steps down. He could hear Mal not far behind him, feet hitting the dirt as fast as his.

Thankfully, Cabin One was less than a hundred feet from their living quarters. He slid to a stop in front of the small cabin, fist raised to knock, but before he made contact with the wood, the door was flung open from the other side. Thanks to the adrenaline, Jay managed to dodge something swinging at his head, still close enough that the movement whipped his hair around. He fell to the ground and rolled away, bringing his hands up to protect his face.

“Stop!” Mal screeched, throwing her hands up. “Were camp staff!”

“Yeah!” Jay shouted from the ground while covering his head. “What she said!”

There was a pause before a sharp gasp. “Crap, I’m so sorry! I thought you were the intruder back!”

“It’s fine,” Mal answered for Jay (who would like to argue that being attacked after trying to help was not fine). “What’s going on?”

Jay pushed himself up and brushed off his thick jeans as the counselor answered. “We had some kids coming back from the showers and they came back screaming. Said they saw someone they didn’t know walking around who wouldn’t answer them. I just saw their back, they were rushing away.”

“Jay, stay here with them.” Mal pulled her personal radio from her pocket, the one that connected her to any other staff member on camp, and turned away. “Permanent staff, we have an unidentified person on camp grounds, I’m grabbing the golf cart and…”

She may be rude and a little inconsiderate, but Jay always appreciated Mal’s quick thinking and level head in emergencies.

He shook his head. “Do you have all your kids inside?”

The counselor nodded and, for the first time, Jay got a good look at him. He was one of the older volunteers, recognizable for his dark roots but white tipped hair. They had probably met at introductions earlier, with another 269 people running around, so Jay didn’t feel too bad about forgetting his name.

“I-I’m sorry I almost hit you.” The counselor stammered. When he stepped further onto the porch and into the moonlight, Jay could see an unholy amount of freckles. “I thought you were the intruder trying to come in.”

Jay looked down to see the counselor still gripping a large branch that he had probably found on the ground and grabbed on instinct in all of the commotion.

“It’s alright, man. You were trying to protect your kids, so, you know, good job.”

Freckles laughed nervously. “Yeah, I was just so panicked, I didn’t check to look who was here first. Are you alright?”

“Really, it’s okay.” Jay looked around uneasily. “I’m Jay. I’m a lifeguard and a high ropes instructor.”

“I remember,” Freckles grinned. “All of the girls here just talked about how cute you are.” He reached out his hand. “I’m Carlos.”

“Nice to have a name for my attacker,” Jay grinned back. “Tell me more about the girls who talk about me.”

As soon as Carlos rolled his eyes, Jay decided that he liked the little counselor that swung a branch at his head. He was a fiesty firecracker that only came up to Jay’s nose.

Jay!” His radio crackled to life.

“What Mal?”

Stay with Cabin One, Uma and I are running around checking the grounds. Grab another staff member and search around the cabin.”

Oh, right. He was here because some creep was wandering around the camp, not to flirt with the new counselor.

“I’ll look with you,” Carlos offered. “You don’t have to have someone else come out.”

“What about your kids?”

He snickered. “They’re too terrified to step outside right now, but we have another counselor in there. Doug!” He shouted. “I’m walking around outside, shout if you need me.”

There was silence, then a small “can you leave the stick?” from inside.

Jay laughed, but Carlos looked panicked at the idea of leaving his weapon behind.

“Dude, relax. I’ve got you.” He flexed for emphasis and puffed out his chest when Carlos raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Plus, my multi tool has a knife on it.”

Carlos considered the offer before nodding. “Alright, yeah.” He placed his branch back in the cabin and turned to Jay with a flashlight in his hand. “Let’s go.”

The cabin was fairly small and it took them no time at all to search the front and sides. When it came time to check behind the cabin, into the woods, Carlos gave him a worried look.

“I can check back there myself,” Jay offered. “You stay here and I’ll shout if I need you.”

A fast head shake was his response. “No. They’re my campers, my cabin. I’ve gotta check it out for myself,” Carlos argued. “Just…stay with me.”

Carlos couldn’t see it, but Jay smirked behind him. Definitely a feisty little firecracker, he thought.

There were a few times Carlos backed up into him, slipping on thick mud or tripping over roots. Jay did his best to steady the counselor with a hand on his back (that was honestly meant to be helpful and professional!) and Carlos paused at the gesture.

“I don’t see anything,” he murmured. “No footprints, nothing,” Carlos shone his flashlight into the trees.

“Mal, Uma,” Jay called over the radio. “We don’t see anything around Cabin One. What about you?”

We’ve checked main camp, girls side and parking lot. We’re checking out the wetlands and outposting next.”

They stood on the porch of the cabin, listening to the children inside whisper their own horrified theories and terrify Doug.

“What do we do now?” Carlos asked.

Jay shrugged. “This is kind of the first time I’ve ever dealt with this. There’s definitely no one around your cabin. I live literally right next door,” he pointed to his living quarters, “so if anything happens, we can be here in seconds.”

“I don’t suppose you have an extra multi-tool, do you?” Carlos asked with a small grin.

A quick glance and he would have looked at ease and carefree, but Jay was still high on adrenaline and panic. He picked up the way Carlos’ hands were clenched and his lips trembled. Jay would have been freaking out if he caught anyone outside his little house for the summer, and he had plenty of useful appliances at his disposal there: a working phone, a list of emergency numbers, a kitchen with knives, sturdy locks.

Cabins were only bunk beds and whatever the campers brought with them. Most of the locks could be broken with enough force.

In the silence, Jay could hear soft whispers and even some softer cries. Carlos wasn’t just responsible for himself and his safety: he was responsible for a dozen kids who were scared shitless right now.

“Here,” Jay handed over his tool before he could convince himself otherwise. “Take it for the night.”

“R-really?” Carlos snatched it from his hand even with a shaking voice. “Thanks. That’s, uh, really cool of you.”

Jay ignored the heat in his cheeks and thanked the clouds that blocked the moonlight from showing his pink cheeks. He cleared his throat and shoved his hands in his pockets.

“I’ll, ahem, sit out here and keep watch for a little while, if you want. Maybe it’ll calm your kids down.”

He was rewarded with a bright smile. “Dude, that would be awesome,” Carlos breathed. “I’ll sit out here with you in a bit, okay? I’ll just help Doug get them settled.”

Jay slid down the wall of the cabin and radioed his plans to Mal. When she responded, he could hear the wind roaring through the little speaker and winced at how fast she must be driving.

If he listened carefully, he could hear Carlos reading to the kids in an effort to calm them. A Dr. Suess story if the rhyming was any indication and Jay smiled. It was definitely cute.

Carlos came out a few minutes later, dressed in dark sweatpants and a red t-shirt in lieu of pajamas. He held a black hoodie in his hands, but didn’t put it on. “Thanks so much for offering to sit out here for a bit. That’s really nice of you. This is for you, if you, uh, get cold.” Carlos sat down close to Jay and offered him the hoodie with a smile.

Not a bad way to end Terror Night, Jay mused, draping the shirt over himself. Whoever was on the grounds had most likely left, Mal and Uma were probably breaking a dozen speeding laws checking out the camp and the kids from Cabin One had at least stopped crying. Now that he was sure everyone was safe, he could admit the night was the most exciting thing of the summer so far.

If he turned to his left, he could appreciate the best part of the night and try to find constellations on the face next to him rather than in the sky above them.

No, Jay decided. Not a bad ending at all

Meh. I don’t really care for the ending of this, but it’s getting late and the situation this is based off of happened almost a month ago. I wanted to get it all out before I began to forget it.

What’s true about this story:

 - my co-workers and I walked into our living quarters one night and caught the dialogue over the radio that is here. One cabin was asking what to do (which we also originally ignored and decided the counselors could handle because we had missed everything said before that) and another cabin responded to keep kids inside and lock their doors. We ran like hell to the cabin radioing for help

 - three campers on their way back from the showers saw a stranger walking around and reported it to their cabin counselor, who put in the radio call for help

 - we, the camp staff, did immediately search the area around the cabin and took a golf cart to search the entire camp and found nothing

 - we were asked by a counselor to have a staff member sleep in the cabin, but it was against our rules, so we just told them where we lived (which is next door to the first cabin) in case they needed us

Message me some jaylos prompts!

“A pet peeve of mine is when people make fanart of one character and add something extra in it to plug their ship. It might be the character saying the other character’s name with a little heart after or anything like that. It bothers me because it makes it hard to find art with just that character without them being associated with someone else. Despite this, I do respect ships and I respect the fact that someone is making art for free for others to enjoy. xoxo“

You can try going on zerochan and typing “<insert country> solo”. :3

- Mod V

anonymous asked:

I dont get the idea , why would you make people pay for art , it should be shared not bought , but its your choice and i respect it

The biggest reasons in my opinion you have the idea but I have to put all the time and effort into that piece until it’s finished usually take a couple hours or even couple days I can use that time on my own ideas on my own projects
the only thing the people requesting the art has to do is think of an idea and say if they like what I did
if you don’t want to pay for your idea you can always get the program yourself and make it yourself. XD

And I do enjoy what I do a lot


Everyone’s congratulating PBG for his upset outburst towards Jontron, but nobody’s congratulating him for apologizing for it after and showing political disagreements shouldn’t be what destroys friendships.
I have a lot more respect for him because of this and he deserves more credit for it imo.

Reblog this if you wait patiently for replies and respect the other mun enough to understand that muses can become selective at times in replying to certain threads, as well as ooc life becoming far too busy at times.

1) The issue with Kylie Jenner is that she does not realise how much influence she has on young girls and continues to deny that she had work done on her body. She just needs to own up to some things .

2) There is nothing wrong with makeup but when you constantly send messages throughout the world with your unrealistic face and body goals, something is wrong with your life choices.

3) Don’t come at me with the shit that it’s her choice and freedom. The world does not work that way. People are doing stupid things because it is their right? Freedom? Choice? I call that bull. Sometimes you just need to know whether the thing you are doing is morally right or wrong. Just because it’s your choice and I know it’s bad, I can’t respect it.

Edit: 4) Being sexualised and at such a young age is also not admirable. No wonder many girls these days try to dress like her.

5) She appropriates black culture.

All the people coming up with the parenting excuse, I just wanna know that your parents must have given you many morals, but have you always withheld them? Parents can not shield us all our life and parenting does not always work because sometimes the stimuli is stronger.

P.S. At the end of the day, what girls are learning from her are superficial things. You want to deny this truth, you can.


We’re always trying to outdo ourselves, trying to do better, trying to write better songs. I think we want to inspire other people as well, so that’s what we’ll try to do through future songs. Joshua William Dun


so ya’ll are excited about the be more chill revival!!! 

here’s some throwback pics to when i saw Spring Awakening there last may!! seeing all the excitement in the bmc fandom has been Nice but i do think there’s some stuff ya’ll need to know. So!! as someone who lives here, and has seen a few Exit 82 shows and has met/knows a few of the actors, i have some stuff to say. 

——————— BMC REVIVAL PSA ———————

1.) you guys seem to think, by scrolling the tag, that this is some professional broadway level revival. 

no. while the people in Exit 82 are absolutely brilliant and their talent is incredible and the theater itself is so beautiful (i don’t want to shortchange that), this venue is not in the theatre district. what i am trying to say here is pretty, pretty please understand this is a local place in a low income area. please, be respectful to the town and people in it. 

2.) this cast will be different than what you are used to 

these people will obviously be different than those in the original production, they are different people. but!!! DIFFERENT is not equal to BAD. please be respectful to the actors as individuals. 

3.) even if you do not like the show, be c i v i l 

do not attack the actors, do not attack the musicians, the theatre company, the theater, the town, or the people. do not take out any anger or disappointment in immature and disrespectful ways. 

4.) moral of the story: 

these are real people, not pieces of meet. we are in a real town, not a fancy district. be kind and respectful.  i really hope this post helped clarify any concerns you may have but if you have any questions, my inbox is always open!!! 

Fairy Tail Fans, don’t tweet mashima spoilers


If you have a twitter and want to tweet @ Hiro Mashima about the last chapter when it comes out. DO NOT TWEET HIM SPOILERS OR YOUR REACTIONS UNTIL WEDNESDAY 26th. 
That is the official date when it will be released in Japan and on Crunchyroll. 


If you read it on YonkouProd, Mangastream, Mangapanda. etc. YOU ARE READING IT ILLEGALLY. PLEASE REMEMBER THAT. The only official source to read it online that I know of is Crunchyroll.

I don’t care how you read it, not everyone can afford the membership and that is fine. But the least you can do is be respectful towards the author who created the series we all love.

If you do have a twitter and see anyone tweeting mashima spoilers please ask them nicely to take it down and let them know it’s disrespectful.

Lets have the final chapter end on a good note, one that is truly worth remembering for us fans as well as Hiro. 

Sorry in advance for tagging the big 4 ships. I just want to make sure alot of people can see this. 

Choosing to Respect Yourself

If you feel you don’t really respect yourself then take a quick look at the list below and try to makes some changes in your daily life.

1. Ask yourself: “What does it mean to respect someone?” We have different ideas about the qualities and traits that are worthy of recognition and respect. For example, it could include being honest and reliable, being the kind of person who will listen and be there, or being understanding and trustworthy. Now ask if you have some of these qualities and traits. If so, you deserve to give yourself respect.

2. Treat yourself with kindness and proper respect. Stop and think about the kinds of things you say about yourself (“I’m ugly; I’m a failure; I hate myself; There’s no point in trying as I’m bound to fail”). You’d never say those kinds of things to someone else you loved – so why are you insulting and putting yourself down? Stop treating yourself badly – and start showing respect.

3. When others disrespect you, stand up for yourself. When people are rude, or expect too much of you, don’t feel you have to take it – or there’s nothing you can do. Believe you deserve better and stand up for yourself.

4. Take care of you mental and physical health. Respect that you have limits and can’t do everything. Sometimes you need a break or some time on your own. Also, if you love who you are then you will treat your body well. Don’t treat it like a garbage can and or exercise!

5. Find out who you are. You’re unique – with your own gifts and personality. Don’t copy other people or be a replica. Don’t bury who you are - to get approval or be loved. Be true to yourself and try to follow your own heart.

if you love me LET ME


Dear Genji mains...

As a Mercy main I believe many of you don’t spam healing. There are many (toxic/trolls) players that don’t specifically use genji to spam healing even if they don’t need it. I realized that most of you Genji mains have a reputation ruined because of memes :’) but I will heal you when I see your hp low or when you tell me to do so once. Also after healing just say “Thank you” (it’s not hard to be thankful) that’s all what healers ask for. ♡

Originally posted by nanoboosts

Basic Rules of Gun Safety

1. Always assume your firearm is loaded.

2. Always keep your firearm pointed in a safe direction

3. Do not point your firearm at anything you are not willing to destroy.

4. Keep your finger off the trigger until you are ready to fire.

5. Never fire your weapon without being absolutely sure of your target.

6. Never fire your weapon into the air/at “nothing.”

7. Always know what is BEHIND your target (bullets can go through people, walls, etc and keep traveling at lethal speeds).

8. Treat your firearm with respect. It is a tool, not a toy. It can end someone’s life. Do not take that lightly.

Accidental gun-related deaths occur when people make deadly assumptions about their firearm and its capabilities. Don’t be the idiot who shoots his friend (or, in a recent case, child) in the face because you were “messing around” and you were “absolutely sure it wasn’t loaded.”

People who know more about guns than I do, feel free to add anything I left out.

Three (Harry Styles + Fionn Whitehead Smut)

You don’t know how it started. But from the moment you met Fionn, you wanted to know him. He was sweet, mysterious and there was something about him that made him different, but you couldn’t put your finger on it. You had, what you called, a “friend crush” on Fionn. He was cute, sure. But he had also become one of Harrys best friends. You had never liked one of Harrys friends as more than a friend, and you sure as hell weren’t going to start now. But as Fionn slowly inserted himself into Harrys life outside of Dunkirk, the more time you spent time with him. And the more you spent time with him, the more you were able to look into his pretty hazel eyes and bright smile. And this lead to you developing more than a “friend crush” on him. But Fionn was good at hiding his emotions, so you had no idea that the feeling was mutual. He had let it slip after one too many beers sitting poolside with Harry.

“She’s hot mate.” He slurred looking over at Harry.


“(y/n)” he said shamelessly.

“Oy, that’s me girl your crackin’ on.” Harry said sitting up from his slouching position in his chair.

“But you’ve got to admit, she’s hot.” Harry let a sly smirk grace his lips as his drunken thoughts drifted to his beautiful girl. As much as he wanted to be, he couldn’t be mad at Fionn. You were hot. Now that Harry thinks about it, he had noticed Fionn looking at you the way only he was supposed to. Just then, a thought drifted into Harrys head that probably shouldn’t have. Harry would normally never suggest such a thing, but the alcohol running through his veins and the image of you in his head made his better judgement lapse.

“If…” Harry starts.

“Get on with it, Harry.” Fionn said to him

“If she agrees to a threesome, would you do it?”

“You mean… you, me and her?” Fionn asks.

Harry nods and takes another swig of his beer, which is probably the last thing on earth he needs more of right now.

“I’m in.”

When Harry gets home from his morning workout, he finds you curled up in your favorite corner of your shared home. He decides to pop in, kiss your forehead and take a shower before he speaks to you. When he comes back downstairs, he now finds you sitting at the kitchen island with a cup of coffee in your hands, held out for him.

“I made your coffee, baby. Just the way you like it.” You said smiling up at him and placing a kiss to his jaw.

“Thank you love. Um…can we talk?” he nervously asked you taking a seat.

“What’s on your mind, bub?”

“You like Fionn, don’t you?” he said keeping his eyes trained on his coffee mug.

“He’s sweet. Yea I like him.”

“Do you find him attractive? Like, sexually?”

“He’s cute…Harry, where are you going with this?” you asked him confused.

It was then Harry realized that the worst you could do was laugh in his face and tell him no, which he could handle, so he just spit it out,

“Do you want to have a threesome with Fionn and I?” he said finally looking up at you.

You hesitated for a moment. Harry had always been very protective of you and very private with your sex life. So why now all of a sudden, he wants to open it up for Fionn, of all people. How did this even come about? You can’t imagine it being Fionn’s idea, he always seems so innocent and respectful. But all these questions aside, Harry wouldn’t have asked if he didn’t trust Fionn. And you did think he was attractive; beyond, actually. So, before you could talk yourself out of it, you blurted out a “Sure. Why not?”

Harrys face lit up, and he got up from the table and placed a burning kiss to your lips. “I’ll go call Fionn!” he said running down the hall, leaving you to wonder what the hell you’ve gotten yourself into.

A few nights later, there you were, in black and red lace, a silk sheer robe covering your body, waiting for Fionn to arrive at yours and Harrys home. You paced back and forth wondering how all this would play out.

“Relax, love. It’ll be fun. And if you want it to stop, just say the word.” And before you could respond to Harry, who was sitting on the end of the bed in a pair of bright red Calvin Klein boxers, the doorbell rang and it nearly made you jump out of your skin.

“I’ll get it!” you said running down the marble staircase and to the front door.

You opened the door to be greeted by a smiling Fionn, with a bottle of Rosé.

“Hi, come on in.” you said and stepped aside, letting him into your home.

“Thank you. You look stunning. I can’t believe this is actually happening.” He said nervously.

You laughed as Fionn took off his shoes at the door.

“Well believe it. Head on up to the bedroom. Go up the stairs and to the right; big white double doors, can’t miss it. Harrys waiting. I’ll get some glasses for the wine.” You said smiling at him. The wine would be helpful in loosening you up.

When you get to the bedroom, Fionn has already stripped down to his black boxers, toned arms and abs on display as well as broad shoulders. It was strange, it had been years since you’d been with anyone other than Harry. You placed the glasses down on the bedside table.

“Anyone want any wine?” you asked as you poured a glass for yourself. You were met with two “No, thank you” and you drank the whole glass in one go.

“Alright.” You said and dropped your robe revealing your lacy outfit. You didn’t know what to do, so you looked at Harry for guidance, which Fionn was already doing.

“What are you looking at me for? Have at it. My only rules are, if (y/n) says stop, stop. And Fionn- wear this.”

Harry said tossing a condom Fionns way. He nodded and you made your way over to stand between his legs, figuring Harry would join in when he was ready. You leaned down and let your lips ghost over Fionn’s, before pressing them together. The kiss was sweet, Fionn obviously testing the waters. As your tongue ran over his bottom lip to deepen the kiss, your hands pressed onto his shoulders to push him back onto the bed. You climbed on top of him, lining your aching core up with his hard cock, grinding on him like you would Harry. He let out a moan in your mouth, and gripped your hips hard. His hips bucked up to get more from you and this caused you to bite down on his full bottom lip and whimper out his name. It felt so strange, saying a name in bed that wasn’t Harry. You disconnected your lips from the beautiful boys, to leave a trail of kisses down his solid body, with no tattoos in your wake. Pulling his hard cock from his tight boxers, you couldn’t help but compare him to Harry. He was slightly smaller and not as thick, and had a little more of a curve to him than Harry did. You took the plunge and wrapped your lips around him. Fionns eyes rolled back into his head and his fingers made their way to your hair as you swirled your tongue around his swollen, raspberry head.

“Fuck, you feel like velvet.” He said pulling tighter on your hair as your lips slid up and down his cock, covering him in your saliva. You licked all the way up the vein on his underside, and sucked hard on his tip causing him to let out a deep moan.

“Shit. Fuck don’t stop beautiful. Look at you, taking my cock so well.” He said. You let your tongue feel out every vein bump and ridge on him as you took him as far as you could go, your lips touching the base of his cock, his tip hitting the back of your throat. He let out a whimper and bucked up his hips harder, causing you to choke around his thick length and pull back. He was covered in your spit and you could tell he was close. But you wanted him inside you. So, you made your way back up his body pressing your lips to his mouth in a breathless, hard kiss.

“I want you inside me Fionn. Want your big cock inside my tight pussy. It’s so wet for you baby.”

Fionn let out a breath you didn’t know he was holding, and before you knew it, you were on your back, looking up at the pretty boy. It was now his turn to cover you in kisses. He took off your bra, and his lips wrapped around your nipple and sucked on the hard nub. He did the same for the other as one of his long slender fingers made its way into your soaked panties and slipped itself inside you. It was your hips that were now bucking up into him, his finger pumping in and out of you and his lips pressing hot, open mouthed kisses to your neck.

“Your pussy is so fucking tight baby. Shit and you’re so wet for me. I’ve got to taste you.” And with that, his fingers left your body, only to pull your panties down your shaking legs. He threw them over his shoulder, and leaned down to press open mouthed kisses to the inside of your thighs. You took this moment to look over at Harry, who you’d forgotten about until now. His boxers were off his body and on the floor next to his feet, as his hand dragged slowly up his hard, red cock. The sight alone, made you let out a whimper as Fionns soft, warm, wet tongue ran itself up your dripping center.  

“Enjoying yourself there, love?” Harry asked you.

And before you could even respond, Fionns lips wrapped around your clit and gave it a hard suck.

“Fuck, Fionn!” you moaned as you bucked your hips up to get more of his mouth. He kissed all the way down you, before his tongue slipped inside you, fucking you expertly. That, mixed with the slow circles he was rubbing on your clit, and the sight of Harry tugging on his oozing cock made your orgasm rip through you. Your toes curled, your back arched and your hips bucked. Fionns tongue was still fucking you, as your vision went white.

“Oh, my god, Fionn fuck baby.” You had a frim grip on his hair as you enjoyed the aftershocks of your high, his thumb still on your clit, his tongue still feeling your velvety, throbbing walls.

When you opened your eyes, you were met with a smiling Fionn, with a mix of his spit and your juices covering the bottom half of his face. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and then said,

“I think someone else wants some of your attention as well.” And he nodded towards Harry who was standing on the side of the bed. You smiled up at your beautiful boy, and for the first time tonight, you kissed a familiar pair of warm, plump lips. You and Harry got lost in your passionate kiss, and you only broke it because of the sound of Fionn tearing a condom open and rolling it on.

“C’mere baby girl.” Fionn said and he pulled you away from Harry and pushed a hand on your back to make you kneel down, your ass touching the tip of Fionns cock, your nose nearly touching Harrys. Fionn wasted no time pushing inside you, you both letting out a loud moan at the feeling. You felt full, to the brim actually. And you knew it wouldn’t take long for Fionn to make you cum, your pussy feeling like silk against his thick cock. Your lips wasted no time wrapping around Harry, him almost doubling over at the feeling of your lips. You couldn’t hold Harrys hips like you normally would, having to keep yourself up, due to Fionn basically pounding  you from behind.

“Fuck my mouth baby.” You said looking up at Harry. He nodded and guided his cock inside your mouth, fucking your mouth at the same pace Fionn was fucking your pussy. The three of you were moaning messes, getting turned on by not only the feeling but also by the atmosphere. You moaned around Harrys cock when Fionn hit that little spot inside you that made you squirm. You squeezed around him as he let out an animalistic growl, driving his length into you hard, causing you to take all of Harrys length into your mouth. Spit was dripping down your chin and onto the bed, your arousal dripping down your thighs. You could feel both Harry and Fionn twitch inside you, just as Fionns fingers began to rub harshly at your clit. This caused your second orgasm of the evening, your jaw going slack and moaning around Harrys cock. He pulled his cock from your mouth and let his hand harshly jerk himself off, his cum painting your face as your name and a string of profanities falling from his lips. You got so caught up in Harry that you didn’t realize Fionn was also cumming inside the condom that covered him. Fionn moaned your name and collapsed onto the bed behind you, and you laid down beside him as he caught his breath.

You moved over to make room for Harry, and as soon as he was in reach, you pressed your lips to his in a hot kiss. He pulled away, admiring the sight of you fucked out, his cum dripping all over your face. He brought a finger up to your cheek, swiping a thick drop of cum off your skin, holding it up to your lips to suck at. You did, sucking on his fingers, just as you did his cock moments ago. You giggled, pressing another kiss to Harrys lips, before he wiped the rest of his cum off your face with a tissue.

“You ok?” he asked you sweetly.

“Great. You?”


You both looked over at Fionn.

“Fionn, you alright man?” Harry asked

“Never better.”