I hardly see any posts out there about this so I guess I’ll be the one to do it.
To all my beautiful followers with eczema, vitiligo, birthmarks, psoriasis, or any other skin condition-you are beautiful.
For all my lovely guys, girls, and non binary friends going to prom this year and feeling self conscious as hell-I love you & you are beautiful. You slay in that dress or tux. I know it’s not easy but your skin condition does not define you.
u guys………… i cant beLIEVE i havent told u before…..in norway we had this show that ran on actual national television………..about this grade school teacher who got bored and dressed up (bADLY) as a teenage girl and called himself………… HANNA FROM TANA and he got world famous and it was the norwegian parody of hannah montana buT LIKE IT WAS AN ACTUAL SHOW ON A REAL CHANNEL I WISH I WAS KIDDING BUT LIKE
god I hate live action Beauty and the Beast: a roast post
I’m sick of yall telling me I gotta like this glitter glue cupcake and that if I don’t I’m a monster. Here’s a list of everything I hate personally and you can’t stop me
*Oh my God the beast face. Ooooh my god. They reduced his animalistic features so he no longer has the trademark hunch, lowered brow, or tusks. He has little baby vampire teeth. Pathetic. Give him tusks you cowards
*Because they reduced that it looks like a human face with a large nose photoshopped onto an uncomfortably large buffalo head and it made me queasy every time he was on screen
*Nearly all the object servants have hollow soulless beady eyes which also weirded me out to the point where I wanted them off the screen as soon as possible
*The camerawork for Evermore suggests it’s supposed to be sweeping and grand but why in God’s good name did they go through all the trouble and effort into writing a bland and inferior version of If I Can’t Love Her that isn’t musically interesting and doesn’t reach the high notes it should. Go listen to If I Can’t Love Her and then Evermore and tell me which one is better. Spoiler alert. It’s not Evermore.
*Everything is so extra. Please let me rest. Literally does everything need 3 layers of tarnished gold filigree. Leave my eyes alone
*Cry “practical simple elegance” all you want, that dress looks like a $100 Macy’s prom dress and was clearly designed for easy merchandising. At the very least give her the gloves oh my god
*why the F U C K would you take out the iconic stained glass intro for live action
*Emma Watson can’t sing. If they did put the Broadway songs in, no way could she pull off Home. She can’t do it. No harm in it but she wasn’t cut out for these songs
*They put the cut line about growing a beard again back in which implies Belle is a massive furry and into ripped buffalo men
*Lefou being gay is fine. I’m glad Disney at least attempted some kind of representation after all these years. But I really wish that his happy ending A: wasn’t a short 2 second clip at the end and B: Didn’t involve the other guy being from a man-in-a-dress joke that the audience was seemingly supposed to laugh at because that seems to imply that Disney thinks men trying feminine clothing and liking it instantly makes them gay which is giving me very bad 1990s Will and Grace vibes which should not be going on in 2017
*fuck i hate the beast’s big weird face
*I don’t know if it’s just me but the CGI makes it look like there’s a bigger age gap than there really is which also worsens the terminal case of Big Weird Face syndrome
*Lumiere is cheating the curse because he’s technically just a tiny brass man.
*Don’t know why Plumette has a bird face. That was freaking me out too
*Court composer maestro piano man is giving me very deep and horrifying flashbacks to the Tim Curry CGI Organ Guy from enchanted christmas and I never want that to be remembered
*Beast’s big lumpy photoshopped uncanny valley baby fangs lumpy lump face on his lumpy head
*removed illiterate Beast subplot
*no Human Again. It’s been 15 years. At least give me that
Long story short I will unapologetically hate this unnecessary cash grab for the fraud that I believe it is, knowing all the while yall ate it up and we’re gonna have to sit through more years of excessive live action remakes because of your collective buffoonery. If you like it, fine. I can’t stop you. But at least know the reason it was made wasn’t out of popular demand.
anon request: you grew up with tommy and had a really long serious relationship but left when grace came along you left him - a few years later he finds you with a job as a singer in sabinis bar in London, engaged to a son of his -tommy is determined to get you back
“When is that boy
going to marry you?”
“Oh, Polly, don’t go buying a hat. It’s been bloody years, I
think if he was going to make a move he’d have long done it”
“It took him nearly ten to ask for you in the first place,
this is Tommy we’re talking about. Can’t do anything but make things more
difficult, that boy”
“It took him nearly ten years because we were children, Polly”
“Thanks for listening to me rant, anyway”
You stood from her table, dropping your cup in the sink as
A.N: This one is a little long like always. I really enjoyed writing it though. I’m debating a continuation, but I’m not sure? If you guys liked it or want more, please let me know! I’d appreciated it. ANYWAYS ENJOY!!
Also I got the inspiration for this one from @everythingshawnmendes ‘s work of “Spill Your Guts.”. Check that one out too!
“You’ll be on in ten.” A guy with a headset said quickly before poking his head back out the door.
My manager looked at me and smiled getting up from his seat. “You ready?” He asked.
I looked in the dressing mirror and look over myself sitting in the chair. My hair was in fluffy curls, makeup simple for daytime television. I had a nice blue tartan top on with a matte black skirt. I felt really good and was excited.
“Yeah. I’m good. Excited actually.” I smiled back grabbing my phone from my lap.
My manager went through tips for the interview. We had not given any specific limitations on questions as we didn’t have scandals or secrets the public was aware of. But regardless he went over them.
“It will probably be similar to last time. Maybe a little more different. You’ve gained a lot more popularity since the last time on the show. You know how she likes to blindside you with questions you’d have to be careful answering.”
I nodded but felt prepared. I scrolled through my phone waiting for them to call me to stage.
The guy with the headset turned up a few minutes later. “Alright, they are ready for you. If you’ll follow me.”
We got up from our seats and exited my dressing room. The guy in the headset began prepping me. “So you’ll wait at the steps and head down after Ellen introduces you. You’ll have the first part of the interview for about 5 minutes. She will cut to break. The second part of the interview will be a game, I believe you agreed to ‘Who’d You Rather?’ correct?”
In His Lap (Mick x Plus Size! Reader) Imagines - Request
To my darling anon,
I hope you don’t mind; but I actually combined your idea with another reader’s request, since it was very similar to yours. In addition to, I apologize for the late post. Due to technical difficulties - and just the fact that life sorta got in the way - I am turning this piece into a New Year’s prompt. I’m sorry for the inconvenience, dear anon, but, if you find that you aren’t happy with the piece, please let me know and I’ll write you a seperate Christmas one…!
With love, reversephysics
*~*~*~*~* Imagine: Kendra tries to get you to talk to Mick at the New Year’s Eve Party. At first, you said no; but, after taking a shot, you gained the courage you needed…
“Talk to him!”
“No, I can’t!”
“Yes , ________, you can!” Crossing her arms, Kendra gave you a gently scolding look. “Please do yourself a favor and just walk over there.”
Upon hearing her suggestion, you flushed bright red.
While you have had a crush on Mick for the past few weeks now, you still had yet to start a conversation with the pyromaniac; much less, confess your feelings to him.
Chances were he probably never noticed you.
I mean, who would? Your harsh inner voice scoffed. You’re not pretty, you have no sex appeal and - worst of all - you’re fat. What kind of guy would want THAT?
A small part of you hoped it would be Mick.
Though many assumed there wasn’t much to the guy - what, with his brutish behavior and vulgar language - a part of you liked to think there was more to him.
That he would somehow accept you the way you were.
Peering over at the poker table across the room, you watched your darling hulk of a man play against Leonard and Jax. His brows furrowed, he focused all his attention towards the hand he was dealt with.
You bit your lip. He just looks so…badass.
“Oh my god, ________,” Kendra turned her eyes up to the heavens, before shaking her head. It was her typical ‘don’t-make-me-do-this’ gesture. “You’re a great girl! You could so go over there and say ‘hi’! He’s not that complex of a man to talk to, anyway…”
So, even though I am a huge Ranma x Akane shipper, I have a special place in my heart for Ucchan. She is a tomboy, but still loves to do some traditionally considered feminine things, and she was the one who taught me that it’s okay to not have to be the toughest around. She has great drive and a love for her art, and I just love her so much that words cannot explain!! I aspire to be like her (but not as petty), and I wish she, Shampoo, and Akane (who I am most like), would’ve had more friendship development!! She is the reason for all my usernames anywhere! (I do wish I had been able to made some gifs of her as a guy, but there wasn’t the perfect moment I could find)
summary - you didn’t know what you expected when you made a deal with the heartthrob every girl on campus was longing for, Park Jimin - it wasn’t the situation you found yourself in, that’s for sure.
word count - 4.3k
genre - mostly angst, fluffy ending
warnings - mature language, implied sexual intercourse
“I have nothing to apologise for.” Jimin’s voice was cold,
his eyes studying your slumped figure sitting on your bed. You couldn’t wrap
your mind around how he was capable of being so cruel, shocking you with his
confession this morning.
You were supposed to be in class right now, but when Jimin,
heartthrob No. 1 entered your room at 7am after what you had to witness
yesterday, that was all you could think about.
“What do you mean you have nothing to apologise for? You
broke his fucking nose, Park!”
“Do you think I did that for fun, Y/N? I was protecting you
and all you can do is keep going with this-this…whatever this is!”
Thank @auduna-druitt for this one
We ran into a Bones. Both my Internet friends got all excited and I gave him the tribble and they had the funniest talk about Spones vs Spirk
I wish I could credit the guy. He had the expression DOWN and said he loved dressing like Bones. Even knew what was in his hypo???? I just
Gender: urrgh, why do people care? fine, I’m a girl, whatever
Zodiac sign: scorpio… yeah I’m evil, I’m the worst, now leave me alone
Crush (and why): Nathaniel. I mean, he’s- How can you not- He’s good, you know? He’s a good person. He’s gentle and he cares and he’s jut boyfriend material. He never expects the worst of me, if there’s some shit going on he doesn’t turn to me asking if I’m involved. Everybody else seems to think that I’m just a punk kid that loves trouble, when I’m with Nate it’s like- I can breathe, you know? I can just be with him. And talk about cats all day.
Favorite Color: I don’t know, red? I’m color blind. I feel like if I could see red it would be my favorite color.
Favorite band/singer: Led Zeppelin
Favorite Food: I love sweet stuff, anything sweet I dig it
Last movie watched: I don’t know, some marvel superhero Nate kept talking about
Describes yourself in five words: Done. Tired of bullshit. I’m missing two words? Fuck it.
First Kiss: so this boy from school was bulling me because he “liked me”. I cornered the boy and told him to just kiss me. He did and then I punched him. Because I “liked” him too. He left me alone after that. So yeah, wasn’t romantic at all, but yeah. Later I found a guy that actually liked me. *smirks* I just didn’t like him back *laughs*
Make a Wish just for yourself: please make easter be over I can’t stand walking around with this stupid ballerina dress anymore, it was a bet and I lost but I’m- I’m like Sirius Black when he came back from Azkaban, I did my waiting…
❄ for isabella1159, from your snowing secret santa! wishing you the best for what’s left of 2015 and the new year! hope you like your gift |a gif au of Snow, Charming, and Emma where they got to raise Emma in our world. (click on the gifs to read the captions)❄
s u m m a r y// Y/N and Justin get into an argument before a party he acts like an a**hole the rest of the night
Your Point of View
You stepped out the bathroom in a tight black v-neck dress as Justin stood in front of the mirror on the wall fixing his outfit and chain. He didn’t look over at you as you made your way towards the closet slipping on some red bottom heels.
You grabbed your clutch then looked over at Justin saying, “You look good baby.” He was wearing an all black shirt with black pants, his chain, watches, and sunglasses.
You could see his smile through the mirror but it faded as soon as he turned to look at you, “What are you wearing?” He barked at your attire.
You could already feel yourself getting pissed off at his possessive issues. What else were you suppose to wear to a club? “A dress,” You said trying not to start an argument.
He looked you up and down a few more times before saying, “Go change,” and turning back to the mirror fixing his hair. You stood there for a minute thinking if you should talk back or not. Anything else you would put on would look just about the same.
“Why?” You asked even though you kind of already knew what his answer was going to be.
“Because I told you to Y/N. It’s too tight, you can see too much of your ass and boobs.” He said in a harsh tone. “I don’t want people looking at you like that.”
“Looking at me like what Justin? You’re not my dad and if people stare then so what I’m pretty sure there will be many other girls who will have less on and be showing more than what I am. “ You said crossing your arms across your chest. He really was making a big deal out of nothing.
“Go change,” He finally yelled which only caused you to yell back a loud “No!”
“You’re not going then,” He huffed turning away so he wasn’t looking at you anymore.
You rolled your eyes at him as you watched him grab his wallet and phone then stuff it in his pocket. You grabbed your clutch and followed him as he walked out the door.
“I said that you’re not going Y/N,”
You ignored him and got in the car still. He groaned getting into the drivers seat then driving a silent ride to the club.
When you got to the club Justin turned off the car and got out walking into the club without you. You were getting so irritated with him it was unbelievable. You didn’t even want to be here now that you two just got into an argument and he’s being stubborn.
You sat in the car with your head against the black leather seat thinking about why he got so pissed over nothing. He usually doesn’t care what you wear and always says you look beautiful in anything.
You opened the car door and started walking towards the club. You stepped inside not needing to stand in line since you were with Justin. The smell of alcohol and the sound of loud music all around you.
Walking into the VIP area you saw a girl sitting next to Justin his arm around her shoulder as he was whispering in her ear and she was laughing. You felt yourself get hot from how angry you are but instead of storming over there you confidently strutted to him in your 6-inch heels and sat right in between him and the brunette girl giving her a glare so she would get the hint to leave.
As she left Justin leaned over to and said, “What’s your problem?”
“What’s my problem? What is your problem? You’re ignoring me, treating me like shit and flirting with other girls over some damn dress!” You yelled over the Rihanna song that was playing.
“It’s not just the dress. I don’t guys thinking they just come up to you like that you’re my girl and I don’t want anyone checking you out,”
“Justin you were just flirting with a girl not even five minutes ago and now you want to say I’m your girl” You turned you head away from him not even wanting to continue the conversation let alone still be here.
“We were just talking Y/N” He said giving you a look.
Without saying a word you got up and walked out not even caring if he was behind you or not. Running out the club the cold air hit your skin causing you to shiver.
Waiting for a cab you ran you hands up and down your arms looking down at your feet. After a few minutes past you heard a car honk and you looked up to see Justin’s car in front of you.
You rolled your eyes as he rolled the window down waving for you to get in the car. You looked away pretending you didn’t see him until he honked again.
“Come on Y/N,” He paused, “I won’t keep being an ass, I promise.” He said.
You sighed and got in the car quickly putting on your seat belt. “Don’t talk to me for the rest of the night,” You exclaimed, crossing your arms again.
“Babe,” He cooed, calling you a nickname for the first time tonight, as you two walked into his house. Ignoring him you started to strip yourself of your clothes in front of him making him shut up. He stared at you as you changed paying him no mind.
You slipped on a t-shirt and put your hair in a bun. Grabbing two pillows you threw them towards him with a spare blanket whipping the smirk he had right off his face.
“Sleep on the couch.” You grumbled switching off the light and getting into bed as Justin still stood there.
You couldn’t see him but you could hear as he changed his clothes but when you thought he was about to leave the spot behind you in the bed sank. His strong arms wrapped around your waist and he kissed your head. You quickly moved his arms from around you.
“Don’t touch me,” You muttered under your breath. As mad as you were at him you did want to him to hold you while you sleep but you couldn’t give in that easily.
“I’m sorry,” He said his voice cracking from how tired he was.
“Mhmm,” You hummed the felt his arms wrap around your waist again, “Justin.” You said sternly.
“What do I have to do for you to forgive me?” He asked putting his head on you shoulder.
“Leave me alone,” You answered.
He didn’t take that as in answer and instead kept talking. “I’m sorry for being an asshole sweetheart. When you walked out the club I realized how much of a dick I was being. You’re right like always, it was just a dress. What you didn’t get though was that you looked so damn good, actually beyond damn good more like sexy as fuck. That’s why I got so angry I don’t want guys drooling over you or trying to take you away from me. I love you and I just want you all to myself. I wish I could just make it so that only I could see you and were invisible to everyone else in the world because you’re so damn beautiful…I just, I’m sorry Y/N.” He babbled.
You turned around so that you were facing him caressing his cheek before softly placing a kiss on his lips making his hands start roam your body. “I love you too and its okay,” You breathed after pulling away.
He pecked your lips once more, “So can I sleep in here with you?”
“Only if we can cuddle the rest of the night,” You mumbled.
A/N: So, this is my first smut that I am posting. I’ve had it hidden for a long time and I’ve only shared it with some friends on Twitter who encouraged me to post it on here. There’s a couple other smuts that I’ve written, which if everything goes well with this one, I’ll continue posting more. Since it’s October I found it fitting to post this one first. I hope you guys enjoy it and happy reading ;)
“Get out already!” My best friend shouted from the other side of the dressing room.
“No. I look slutty.” I heard her sigh and could practically see her rolling her eyes.
“Isn’t that the point? Come on let me see!”
I looked at myself one more time in the mirror. My costume was supposed to be like one of the costumes Christina Aguilera wore in Burlesque. The corset is blood red color with black lace creating different patterns. My boobs were practically spilling out of their confines. The lower back of the corset flared out a bit and covered most of my ass. My lower regions was covered by some sexy laced, black hipster panties. On my legs I had on some sexy red fishnet stockings that are connected by the red strings of the garter belt. And to finish up, some black ‘fuck-me’ pumps.
Slowly I opened the door.
“Oh my god! You look HOT! Dylan won’t be able to keep his hands to himself!”
“You don’t think it’s too slutty?”
“Trust me when I say there will be other costumes that will make you look like Mother Teresa.”
I laughed, “I do look hot, don’t I?” I posed sexily and she wolf whistled. “I’m taking it! Now all I need is a wig, contacts and a mask.”
“Why do you - wait. You were serious about your plan?”
I rolled my eyes, “Yes. Do you really think Dylan would make a move on me knowing it’s me?”
“Don’t,” I interrupted. “You and I both know he only sees me as his best friend and nothing more.”
“But, this is your V-card we’re talking about.”
“I know, but what better way to lose it than with someone I love?”
“And him not recognizing you?”
“You see? Now you’re getting it! Can you help me untie this corset?”
I looked at myself once more before leaving my room. I didn’t look like myself at all. Perfect! The woman before me had luscious black locks, green eyes were barely seen behind the mysterious mask, her plump blood red lips giving the mirror a sexy smirk.
“Ready to go?!”
Once at the party I realized my best friend was right; the girls here looked like they walked off a porno shoot. Shaking my head I looked at her, “I’m going to try and find Dylan. Wish me luck!” I shouted above the music.
She looked like she wanted to argue, but I walked away before she could say anything. I didn’t need cold feet when I was this close.
Dylan told me he was dressing up as Spider-Man this year - unfortunately, so did other guys. Making my way to the kitchen, I heard a laugh I would recognize anywhere, turning around I saw him. There he was with his mask off, all his muscles showing in that latex suit and drinking from a red cup.
God, did he look hot. His body in that tight suit was doing things to me. The image of him kissing me upside down, flashed in my mind and I couldn’t help the giggle that escaped me.
I don’t know how - I guess I laughed pretty loudly - but somehow above the loud crowd and music, Dylan must’ve heard me because his head cocked to the side and his eyes locked on me. A small smirk played across his lips and he made his way towards me.
‘Oh God,’ I thought. ‘Here we go.’
“Hey, were you able to hear our conversation over there?” For some reason he looked nervous as he tried to look anywhere but me.
“Hmmm. What if I was?” I had practiced talking a bit more deeper that my regular voice, so he wouldn’t recognize me.
His eyes widened, “Well, what you heard - I mean - We were just - “
I couldn’t help but laugh, “Relax, I didn’t hear what you guys were talking about. I was laughing at the fact that a certain Peter Parker, isn’t good at keeping his identity a secret.”
He suddenly looked down at his costume and laughed, “I guess not,” he held out his hand to me. “I’m - “
I quickly put a finger to his lips, “Let’s keep up with the Halloween spirit, yeah?”
Dylan looked at me strangely , but smiled. “Wanna dance?”
Twenty minutes later we were both still on the dance floor, sweaty and having a great time. At one point Dylan gripped my hips and pulled me even closer to him, nuzzling my neck in the process. I could feel his hard bulge pressing up against my stomach. Smiling to myself I abruptly turned around pressing my barely covered ass into his groin and smirked when I heard him groan. Dylan lowered his head and began kissing my neck making me shiver, his grip on my waist tightened as he kept pushing his hardness into me. I couldn’t suppress the moan when he lightly bit my neck and licked the slight pain away.
Upon hearing me moan, he swiftly turned me to face him, and I nearly melted at the look he was giving me. His whiskey colored eyes were dark with lust and he was looking at me like he wanted to devour me. His eyes landed on my lips and I couldn’t help but lightly bite my lower lip. DYlan’s eyes got even darker if that’s possible, “Fuck it.” He said before lunging for my lips.
Kissing Dylan was indescribable, his lips tasted like alcohol and sin and I couldn’t get enough. His rough hands gripped my ass and a moan escaped my lips granting his tongue access to mine. My arms went around his neck, softly tugging at his hair making him groan into my mouth.
I felt his hands make way to the ties of my mask and I quickly broke away. “Wanna head upstairs?” I whispered into his ear. Instead of answering he grabbed my hand and practically dragged me up the stairs. Thankfully, I knew the people who were throwing the party, so I already knew which room we could use for the night.
Once inside the room, I had barely closed the door when Dylan turns me around and presses his lips back to mine. My hands went up to his hair and I started to softly tug. The soft moans he was making was driving me insane. His hands went up to my breasts and he started to roughly grope them, making me break the kiss and gasp into his neck. Again he turned me around and I felt him push the bulge of his dick against my ass, “I can’t wait to see you out of this costume.”
I slightly turned my head to look at him and smirked,” What are you waiting for then?”
He growled low in his throat and began to untie the corset. MInutes later I was just left in my underwear, stockings and heels. I didn’t dare turn around, but I could feel his eyes practically burning into my skin.
“Turn around,” he said huskily. Shivering at the sound of his voice, I slowly turned around. I was nervous, but at the look on his face my nervousness vanished. The way he was looking at me was the way I’ve always dreamt of. “God, you’re a walking wet dream.” At his words a surge of confidence went through me and I slowly walked towards him.
Without taking my eyes off his I slowly kissed my way up his neck to his ear, “This is better than a wet dream baby,” I bit lightly on his earlobe. “Touch me,” I whispered. Dylan didn’t need to be told twice and his lips were back on mine, while his fingers started to pinch my nipples. When his wonderful mouth latched onto my left breast, my knees almost gave out on me. He chuckled deeply and looked at me, I saw his hand lift up to untie my mask again. Quickly I reached down and gropped his hard dick through his costume. “Unzip your suit and sit down on the bed.”
I saw his adam’s apple bob, as he nodded and started to unzip his suit. Once his spidey suit was off he was completely bare and my mouth watered at the sight of him. As he sat down, I made my way towards him and slowly trailed my fingers down his chest loving the way he trembled under my touch. Kneeling in front of him, I reached for his hard cock and licked my lips and how delicious it looked right in front of me. My pussy was practically throbbing from how turned on I was.
In an agonizingly slow pace, I began to move my hand up and down, rubbing the tip with my thumb. Dylan’s loud groan brought me out my trance, looking at his face a wicked thought came to mind and I smirked up at him. Keeping my eyes on him, I licked from the base all the way to the tip and lightly sucked. When I felt his hands on my wig, I stopped and ‘tsked’, “Nuh uh. Keep your hands by your side. If you so much as move your hands I’ll stop what I’m doing. Got it?” Dylan could only nod. I brought my lips back to the tip and began to softly suck. His taste was addicting and I moaned around his cock.
Right after I moaned, I saw his hands move and I stopped, “What’d I say Spidey?”
“Fuck! I know, I know, but your mouth feels so fucking good wrapped around me.”
“Mmm,” I licked the tip. “Be a good boy and stay still alright? Next time I’ll stop.” Without waiting for an answer, I took his balls into my mouth and sucked. Dylan’s arms tensed and his eyes were screwed shut. Knowing that I’m making him feel this way was enough for me to feel like I could combust in any moment. Taking him back into my mouth, I began to suck and suck hard wanting to taste his cum.
“Fuck! Oh God, I’m gonna cum,” he groaned.
That was all the encouragement I needed and I tried something I’ve never done before. I deep throated him and he all but screamed, as his cum hit the back of my throat. Once I swallowed everything I kissed my way up to his chest and straddled him before bringing my lips to his in a fierce kiss.
Suddenly I was underneath him and I could feel his dick getting hard for me again, “I’ve never cummed so much before. Where have you been all my life?” I could see the softness in his eyes as he looked at me in awe.
‘I’ve always been here,’ I wanted to say. But instead of saying anything I brought his head back down and kissed him with as much passion as I could. I felt him try to take my mask off again and I backed away, “Please,” he begged. “Let me see you.”
“I promise tomorrow you’ll get to see the real me,” I lied for I’ll be gone by the before morning. “But for now let’s keep the magic going,” I rubbed my leg on his already hard member.
Sighing he kissed my neck, “Promise,” he whispered.
My heart tugged, “Promise.”
Dylan began kissing my neck, leaving marks in his wake all the way to my breasts and he slightly sucked making me arch my back. He bit onto the nipple making me gasp aloud and writhe underneath him. His treacherous tongue made his way over to my other breast giving it the same attention. After a while I felt his tongue leave a trail of saliva all the way to my soaked through panties. Looking down at him, I saw him grab the hem of my underwear with his teeth and oh so very slowly pull them down to my feet. I felt his fingers unbuckle my heels and he slowly massaged the soles of my feet making me hum in pleasure. His lips was suddenly on my legs kissing his way up to my thighs. Dylan softly bit on the insides of my thighs and blow on my already sensitive core, turning me into a writhing mess. A mess completely at his mercy and touch.
Looking at me he lowered his head and licked from the bottom all the way to my clit. The most loudest and vulgar noise left my mouth and I didn’t want him to stop. “You like that baby? You tasted ravenous,” he growled into my pussy. It was a feeling I would never forget, he would go so slow, I’d think I was going to go out of my mind; then he would pick up the pace as if he couldn’t get enough. I lost it when he stuck two fingers inside my pussy and sucked on my clit at the same time. “That’s right, cum for me baby.”
I couldn’t stand it anymore, I needed him inside me. “I need you,” I whimpered. About a year ago, I had broken my hymen, so when I did have my first time, it wouldn’t hurt as much. I was ready.
“What’s that? You need what baby girl?”
I grabbed onto his head and kissed him, “I need you to fuck me. Right now.” I said against his lips. Dylan just groaned and kissed me so hard our teeths crashed together. I felt the tip of his dick rubbing against my wet folds making me squirm, reaching down I guided his dick into my pussy. Without any warning, Dylan plunged inside and I cried out in pain and pleasure. I was so wet and turned on I could barely feel any pain and immediately began to rock my hips against his.
“Fuck, you’re so tight.”
“Keep going. Oh, please don’t stop.”
He scoffed above me, “Yeah right.”
I was about to laugh when he rolled his hips in a deliciously way and hit a sensitive spot, making me groan aloud. My hands went to his back and I scratched as his hips slammed harder into me. My thighs wrapped around his waist as I kissed his neck, “Oh god, oh god. Shit so good. Mmm I’m gonna - oh fuck.”
“That’s right baby cum for me. Cum.” His words became my undoing and I saw stars. “Oh my god, Dylan!”
I felt him grunt and pull out before spilling his seed onto my stomach. Last thing I remember was snuggling into his chest, smiling and drifting off into a blissful sleep.
When I woke up the next morning, I felt deliciously sore in all the right places, but I felt somethings were wrong. One, I forgot to take my contacts off so my eyes were burning. Two, I was not in my room. Three, I felt a hot rigid body next to me. Turning around I saw a sleeping Dylan and I froze. Shit! I forgot to leave unnoticed. I quickly tried to think on what to do when I felt Dylan stirring awake.
Once his opened and he saw me, he smiled softly. But then, his smile faded away and a look of confusion came across his face. Apparently while we were sleeping my wig and mask came off, and by the look on Dylan’s face he recognized me immediately.
“What the fuck?!” He yelled as he got off the bed.
“Ummm….trick or treat?” I smiled.
“What the hell is going on? Did we - of course we did. Fuck I should’ve known. I can’t believe I was so stupid.”
At this point I was beyond upset and embarrassed. “Stupid?! You’re calling yourself stupid?! We have an amazing night and all you can think about saying is that you’re stupid?!” I was trying not to cry.
He looked at me and saw my eyes wet with unshed tears “Oh baby, - “
“NO! Don’t ‘baby’ me! You see this is exactly why I planned it out like this. You weren’t supposed to know! I just wanted my first - “ I stopped and looked away from his stunned face.
“Your first time?! I was your first? But why? This doesn’t make any sense.”
I sat up exposing my chest and scoffed, “You really are an idiot Dylan.” I saw his eyes linger on my bare chest before looking back at my face. “These past couple of months I’ve started to develop these feelings for you, but no matter what I did, I could never get your attention. I just figured you didn’t want me. So, I came up with this brilliant plan of having a one night stand with you, and just try to move on.”
“Move on?” He whispered.
I looked at him then, “Yes move on, Dylan. I can’t keep on being in love with my best friend. I’m so tired of having these unrequited feelings. It hurts knowing you’ll never feel the same. And now - “
My words were cut off when his lips were on mine. My eyes widened in surprise, but I kissed him back.
“You’re not going to move on, because you are mine. And I’ll be damned if I see you ‘move on’ with some jack off who can’t please you or love you the way I can. The truth is, I love you too, so much it hurts and I didn’t know how to tell you. I was afraid to fuck up the friendship we have. I went out tonight to get my mind off of you, because I can’t stop thinking about you. You’re always on my damn mind. So when I came up to you last night, it really wasn’t to ask you that question, I felt drawn to you. And turns out that last night ended up being the best night of my life. I love you so much.”
I couldn’t stop the grin that spread across my face, and I kissed him with everything I had. We made love again that morning, and again when we reached his apartment.
he better be buying that crop top. summer is coming tom! SUMMER
honestly tom aside, i wish all guys would embrace more stereotypically feminine clothing bc it actually does look really good on them and it’s a fun way to mix things up from just wearing different colors of plaid all the time. this goes especially for trans guys, we are under so much pressure to be hypermasculine and dress stereotypically masculine and while i personally prefer to dress “masculine” i still like to occasionally wear a skirt or put on some makeup and that shit needs to stop being thought of emasculating. it’s problematic for everybody.
So I was wearing a batman t-shirt on my way to the garden center to pick up some mulch to put around my flowers when I notice in my rear view mirror… BATMAN. I mean a guy dressed as batman on a three-wheeled motorcycle (1 wheel in front, 2 in back) that hasn’t been in any bat-movie that I can think of, but it looked like it could be, black with the bat symbol on front, dressed in all black leather, with a bat-eared helmet, and cape flowing behind him. Wish I’d had my camera on me because it was surreal experience. Even moreso that before I took the turn onto the main street he disappeared. I don’t know what crime he was going to fight at 4 in the afternoon in the suburbs.