new bowtie

anonymous asked:

describe the one direction fashion during their album eras.

Up All Night.

Pastel twinks. Giving off that vibe that makes you think they smell like an Oceanside Yankee Candle and freshly cut springtime grass. Would defo date you, open doors for you and smile at you with some sugary fucking tooth-rotting grin. Defo gonna have you back home 15 minutes before curfew with a wink at Mama as he leaves to drive the car that tells your mama he paid for the meal and could probably pay for her house too.

Take Me Home.


Sassy rich-boy fucks. Got that ‘lost my car keys so daddy brought me a new car’ vibe. Wears bowties to a casual as fuck house party. Other dudes think they’re twats but girls think they got dollar dollar hiding in their fancy fucking breast pockets. Lots of monochrome colours, wears white jeans and would probably wink at you as you notice the grass stains.

Midnight Memories.

Greasy gas station rent-boy chic. Excuse me m’aam, our car seems to have broke down can we borrow your cell so we can call a towing service“ Totally not passed them to throw you on the back seat and have the whole squad hit it in their cheap as fuck dodgy car whilst they wait for the tow truck tho. Smell like sweat, tequila and smoke. Bad-boy assholes that don’t believe in money as a concept which is an excuse for them being broke as fuq. Would get drunk with you and complain about captalism and the bourgeoisie. 

Four.

Slayin in all black cos it’s everyone elses funeral. Take me To Church plays in the background of them wherever they go. Has the ‘Daddy-doesn’t-talk-about-his-business-with-you’ vibe and you cool with that. Smells like overpowering Gucci cologne on a soft autumn breeze. Hair constantly in a state of ‘i woke up like this but it took an hour to get right’. Most likely actually has money falling out their pockets. Shoes pointier than cheekbones.

Made In The AM.

We’re not like regular dads we’re cool dads. Relaxed and chill vibe, just guys being dudes. The kind of guys who know how to bleed a radiator but know the best guy to get cocaine from at short notice. Would probably reference memes in conversation but only the relevant ones. If you like causing trouble up in hotel rooms, they are wife material.

anonymous asked:

YES TINY ANALOGICAL WOULD BE SO CUTE BUTTTTTTTT (hehe butt) can I request that they're like cute toddler best friends who get really excited over kinda nerdy stuff together and them doing some "science experiment" but it's like mixing dirt and leaves and sticks and stuff not actual science (cuz toddler)😂😂 I made so many fake meals on my Nana's porch out of mud and leaves when I was little and I need the analogical science version of it

//OKAY I KEEP TRYING TO WRITE SOMETHING AND IT KEEPS FAILING SO LET’S TRY THIS AS;LDKFJ;ASKHFGDFG also i used to do something like this too omg

Patton looked out the window when he spotted blue and purple go by.  Outside, he saw Virgil and Logan hunched over…something.  He wasn’t sure what exactly, but they both seemed quite interested in whatever it was.  

He saw Virgil hop to his feet and take off running towards the tree line, and when he came back, he was carrying a stick far bigger than himself.  Now, why exactly he had this stick, Patton wasn’t s-

Virgil started smacking a paper plate full of pine needles, the needles flying everywhere.  Logan simply scribbled something down on the notebook he had with him, then he pointed to the turtle sandbox and said something.  Virgil took off running, coming back with a bucket of sand.

What in the world were those kids doing?  Patton watched as Logan scooped up a handful of left over pine needles and tossed them in the sand, then Virgil mixed it all up with his stick.  Then they…spat? in the bucket?

…These kids were weird…

As Roman passed by, Patton called out for him.  “Ro, what are those two doing out there?”

Roman looked out the window and snickered, shaking his head as Logan produced a small snail from under a rock.  “I told them earlier that they could make another person if they the right ingredients…I said they’d need something to be the hair, something to be the body, and then either snips, snails, and puppy dog tails or sugar, spice, and anything nice…and apparently they’re trying to test that.”

“…Where are they going to get the puppy dog tail?”

“…Virgil!  Logan!  How about you come play inside for a little while?!” Roman shouted, running out to the porch and snatching both toddlers, tossing them up on the porch as they screamed.

Both kids whined and complained, hanging their heads as they came inside.  “We were getting close, Roro!” Logan complained, stomping his foot.

“This is no fair!” Virgil whined, slumping against Logan and snatching his hand for comfort.  

“Well, how about instead of trying to build a person, you focus your energy on something more productive?” Roman suggested, stooping down to the two’s level.  He patted away some of the dust from Virgil’s hoodie and Logan’s new moon phases bowtie.  The two tots looked to each other, Virgil shrugging and Logan puffing his cheeks.

“You did see that recipe for a love potion in that mag-nazine earlier?” Virgil said, scratching his nose.

“Yeah, we could try that!” Logan shouted, grabbing his notebook and throwing the door open, shoving Virgil inside as they took off running.

“And just who are you going to make that for?” Roman shouted after them.

“Patton!” both Virgil and Logan shouted back in unison.  Roman laughed, shaking his head.  He couldn’t say much, he’d do the same thing…maybe those two needed adult supervision…

Title: A Curious Carving
A/N: hi yes it is Time for tiny sides to do Halloween things pls and thank you

“Logan, put that down!” Virgil fussed, snatching the knife away from the child.  “Leave that part to me, got it?”

“I ain’t gonna do anything!” Little Logan fussed, stomping one sock clad foot.  “I wanna carve the pumpkin!” he whined, throwing his head down on the table and crawling on top.

“We are!  But, you’re not doing it yourself!” Virgil said, digging a marker out from a drawer.  “Here, you can come up with the design, OK?”  Seemingly satisfied, Logan stretched his arms up for Virgil to pick him up, letting the anxious side settle him in his lap.

The pumpkin Logan chose was large. Very, very large.  He patted the gourd happily and took the marker to it.  Slowly, the shape of a cat appeared, a witch’s hat on its head.  “That’s super Halloween-y!” Logan exclaimed.  “Black cats ‘nd witches!”

“Oh, it’s a black cat?” Virgil asked, holding in his snicker when Logan nodded with his whole body.  “Awesome, let’s get carving, then!”

Virgil set Logan on top of the table and grabbed the smaller knife to cut open the top of the pumpkin.  He had to laugh at the squeal Logan gave at the pumpkin guts, shoving them in the little side’s face.

“No, ew!” Logan screamed as he crawled away.  

Virgil reached inside and grabbed a fistful of seeds and strands, retching and groaning.  “Braaaaaiiiiiins!”

“Nooo!”

“C’mon, grab some and help me!” Virgil said, flicking the guts into the trashcan.  

Logan scooted closer, careful not to get any pumpkin on his jeans, shirt, and especially not his brand-new jack-o-lantern bowtie Roman had just given him.  He reached in, whining and screaming as he grabbed a fistful of guts. “ ‘Irgil, it’s gross!”

“Well, then throw it away!” Virgil matched his tone, albeit with more of a laugh to it.

Logan flicked away the disgusting seeds, muttering to himself.  They continued on at their slow pace until the pumpkin was clean.  Once it was, Virgil placed Logan back on his lap so the child could watch him carve.  He started at the hat, cutting out slivers of pumpkin to leave a solid hat.  Next he cut out the cat, making sure to keep the collar and cape Logan insisted on.  

“How’s that?” Virgil asked, wrapping his arms around Logan’s tummy.  The little logical side squealed and clapped his hands together.

“It’s awesome!  Awesome, awesome, awesome!”  Logan bounced in place, reaching out for the pumpkin.  “Let’s put a clandle in it!”

“One candle coming up!” Virgil announced, making sure to emphasize the corrected word.  He stuck a tealight in the pumpkin and lit it, setting the lid back on top.  Virgil hit the lights and joined Logan in his ooo-ing and ahhh-ing.  

“It’s so cool…” Logan whispered, pushing his glasses up.  

Virgil couldn’t help but smile. It was so rare to see Logan look so genuinely enthralled by something.  The normally serious, no-nonsense logical side was finally relaxing, and goodness gracious he was cute.  

Logan hopped down from his chair and started to run out the door, only pausing when Virgil asked him where he was going.  “Gonna go get Pat-pat and Rooooo!” And with that, he was gone, screaming for the other two sides to “come see what ‘Irgil and him made.”

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IT’S WILFY’S BIRTHDAY HOW COULD I FORGET MY BUBBLEGUM BOI

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY SWEET COTTON CANDY BABE.


Please take a moment to imagine getting him his favorite sweets and a new bowtie and seeing his eyes just light up as he pulls you into a hug, and enjoying some good ol’ birthday cuddles where he just makes you giggle with his sillyness and insists your laugh is a wonderful present.

Anti Celebrating The Holidays
  • He actually gets into the festive spirit, he’s got a hat, a sweater, a scarf that he probably stole from Schneeplestein, skeleton gloves (which were probably Chases’ at one point) cause why the hell not, he’s over he lookin cozy as hell
  • It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year is looped, but not because it’s a lovely holiday jam. It’s cause it’s the perfect song to be playing while he’s raising hell
  • He’s just like frolicking in a circle or something, but he like manages to deck all the egos in the face while doing so
    • Chase was probably stabbed
  • He suddenly develops this skill to cook and makes something for the other egos and they seem surprised/touched. Maybe he isn’t so bad?
    • Nope. He literally takes the food over to the bin and drops it in staring at them dead in the eye with that Smile™
  • Tries catching the others under the mistletoe just to get an attempt to stab them or something
    • Again it was probably Chase who was stabbed
  • Decorations that took a long time to set up? He’s probably gonna set them on fire at some point cause why the hell not?
  • Even after all hell has been let loose and everybody is just about ready to gang up on him he manages to sort of turn things around because he actually has gifts to give to the others. Don’t ask where he got them from tho…
    • Chase probably gets bandages and a new snap back
    • Schneep gets some new medical tools
    • Jackieboy Man probably gets a mask that actually fits him
    • He got Dapper a snazzy new bowtie and pocket watch
    • Marvin gets a brand new cape and magic set
    • Then there’s Robbie who gets one of his missing limbs back
  • Turns out all of the egos pitched in to get Anti a new knife set which they’ll probably regret later.
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Thought it was about time I shared some of my fiction on here - feedback welcome! #rippedpants #male #embarrassed #gayfiction

Jason was in his mid-thirties with the world at his feet. He had recently gained a fantastic promotion in his job at the Ad Agency and had been given a massive raise to go with it. Years of regular trips to the gym, combined with some exceptional genetics meant that he had an amazing body that was toned without being overly muscular. His dark hair, blue eyes and stunning smile were the attributes that scored him so much success in his job. When he pitched an ad campaign to a client, they instantly melted and gave him the contract. However, Jason’s good luck in his job was something that was felt incredibly bitterly by some of his colleagues. One in particular had begun to hate Jason and his designer clothes and his new sports car. In fact, he wanted Jason to feel his miserable as he did. Danny had been working for the same agency for 11 years and despite his best efforts, he was never anything better than average. He’d seen Jason join the company and outrank him in a matter of months. It was bad enough that Jason looked that good, but the success as well? It was a cruel knife to the heart for Danny. A month after Jason’s promotion, Danny decided enough was enough. When Jason came into the office boasting about his new apartment, Danny just couldn’t take it any longer and he began to put his methodical plan into action. The annual awards dinner for the ad agency was coming up and Danny knew that Jason had won the award for “Most Contracts Secured”. It was a black tie affair and he had planned everything down to the finest detail. On the day before the event, Jason was back to back with client meetings and catching him between meetings, Danny helpfully offered to pop to the dry cleaners to pick up Jason’s tux when he retrieved his own. ‘That’d be fantastic. Thank you so much. But I need to pick mine up from the tailors. It’s a brand new tux.’ Danny grinned. ‘That’s not a problem as I need to get a new bowtie. More than happy to pick it up for you. I can take it to the hotel with mine if you like?’ ‘You are a life saver,’ Jason said as he slapped Danny on the shoulder. Danny walked away with a satisfied smirk and immediately called the tailors to make the necessary arrangements. The annual awards dinner was going to be one of the best evenings of his life. Jason arrived at the hotel with only half an hour to spare. He’d been so busy at work that he’d completely lost track of time. He quickly checked in and was assured that his things had already been put in the room. Jason dashed into the elevator and up to the 11th floor where he threw open the door to his room and dived straight into the shower. Emerging with a cotton towel wrapped around his waist, he couldn’t help but smile at his reflection in the mirror. He really did have an amazing body, from the tanned skin to the broad shoulders, from his slim waist to his muscular thighs. After checking the time and seeing that he only had ten minutes before the welcome drinks would be finished and people would start taking their seats, Jason threw off the towel and yanked open the garment bag that was laying on the king size bed. He pulled out the socks, black patent leather dress shoes, bow tie and finally, the black silk briefs that he’d had specially made. ‘I’m going to look damn hot tonight,’ he said to himself as he pulled on the briefs. But as he pulled them to his thighs, he noticed that there was something seriously wrong. They were far too small. Jason struggled with the slinky silk material before eventually managing to get them up and over his bubble butt. He readjusted them until his package stayed inside them before sitting down and pulling on the socks. ‘Oh no,’ he gasped with frustration. The socks were supposed to be elasticated so he could wear them without garters, but instead they were sheer over the calf socks that, although snug, were starting to slip down slightly. With no time to spare, Jason decided to soldier on as no one would see them anyway. He pulled on his crisp white shirt and was disheartened when he struggled to get all of the buttons done up. The trousers were even worse and looked like a second skin on his muscular thighs as he fought to do them up. The cummerbund barely allowed him to breathe, but mercifully the bowtie fit to perfection. As he pulled on his dress shoes, he noticed that the laces wouldn’t tie properly and no matter how much he pulled them, they remained loose. Cursing, Jason stood up and pulled on the jacket, unsurprised that it was as snug as the rest of his outfit. Looking in the mirror, Jason was tempted to stay in his room, but he couldn’t miss the awards dinner without getting in serious trouble. Aside from that, he’d worked hard for his award, despite popular opinion. Jason pocketed his room key and headed to the elevators, but as he walked along the corridor, he could feel the sheer socks starting to roll down his calves and by the time he pressed the button to call the elevator, he could see them resting on his shoes. Jason shuffled into the elevator and pressed the button for the ground floor. He bent down to pull his socks up but immediately shot up when he heard a rip coming from somewhere. He ran his hands along the seams of his trousers, but everything seemed to be in order. What he didn’t realise was the seam that had popped along the back of his jacket. ‘There you are,’ his boss said as the elevator doors opened. ‘We’re all waiting for you. Here.’ Jason’s boss handed him a drink after frowning at the tight tuxedo that he wore. Jason held his head up high and followed his boss into the packed function room. With so many people crammed into the room, it was like a sauna and sweat was soon starting to trickle down Jason’s back as he followed his boss to their table and gingerly took a seat. Danny couldn’t hide his grin at the sight of Jason in his skin tight tux. The bulge in the trousers of his tux was obscene and the seams were practically stretched to bursting point. Everything was going to plan. Jason tried not to eat a great deal during the meal as the cummerbund was digging into his stomach so much that he felt too uncomfortable and the trousers were so tight on his thighs that he wanted to tear them off. Worst of all, the tiny briefs were crushing his manhood, but the trousers were too tight to be able to discreetly readjust himself. That combined with the heat and the sweat dripping down his back and over his pecs was driving him insane. As soon as the meal finished, Jason took a deep breath, knowing that his award would be being announced soon. Deciding to freshen up before the meal, he excused himself and headed towards the restroom, shuddering slightly as he felt the sweat from his back descending into his briefs. Jason stepped into the rest room and unzipped his tux pants, but the silk briefs were too tight for him to be able to release his cock and relieve himself. Cursing, he zipped up and headed into one of the stalls before undoing the cummerbund, and undoing his trousers. With a bit of a struggle he managed to relieve himself before wrestling himself back into his briefs and tux, unaware that when doing up his trousers, his cock had slipped out under the edge of the silk briefs. ‘Danny just brought you over a congratulatory glass of champagne,’ the boss said when Jason returned to the table, his cheeks flushed and his forehead shiny with perspiration. Grateful for the drink, Jason raised his glass at Danny before downing the champagne, which had a slight sour taste to it. The awards started and Jason shifted uncomfortably in his seat, constantly patting his brow with a discarded napkin. There were only 5 awards to be announced and Jason’s was to be the last one. During the first two awards, he applauded with everyone else and was relieved when he felt a slight draft from the air con that someone had thankfully turned on. However, during the 3rd award, Jason felt a twinge that was more than a little unwelcome. He ignored it at first, but by the time one of the girls from marketing was taking her seat after collecting her award, Jason started to panic. For some inexplicable reason, he had started to get aroused during the 3rd award and by the time it had been given, he had a full blown throbbing erection that was perfectly visible through the thin silk briefs and skin tight trousers. As the 4th award was announced, Jason shifted in his seat, but as he did so, he only succeeded in his allowing his hard cock to slide even further out of the silk briefs, so that it was even less covered than before. He started desperately trying to will away his erection. The room had dim lighting, but the stage was ridiculously bright and everyone would be able to see his rock hard seven and a half inches. ‘Are you all ready?’ the boss asked Jason as the fourth winner took their seat. Jason was now sweating profusely and barely heard the announcer call his name. The applause was deafening and he slowly stood up and moved towards the stage, desperately trying to force his hand into his pocket to try and disguise the bulge. By the time he approached the small set of steps up to the stage, he rammed his hand into his pocket and heard the rip, even over the applause. He snuck a glance down and saw that he’d torn his trousers at the waistband, down the right hand side seam to the pocket. The only thing keeping his trousers from falling open was his hand that was now gripping his throbbing erection and the material of his trousers. Praying that no one would see, Jason stepped on to the stage just as he felt the sheer material of his socks roll to his ankles. Ignoring this, he shook hands with the announcer, awkwardly using his left hand, before taking the award and standing at the podium. As he made his thank you speech, which he shortened by a good ten minutes, he was completely unaware of Danny’s friend who was sat inside the podium. As he thanked his boss and his colleagues, Jason didn’t notice as his shoe laces were untied and then retied together. ‘Thank you again,’ Jason said as he finished his speech. With a sigh of relief, he went to walk back to his seat, but with his laces tied together, he couldn’t separate his feet and fell on to his side. As he dropped to the floor, his cummerbund burst off of him and flew off of the stage. Jason tried to ignore the laughs as he grabbed his award in one hand and his shoes in the other, after he kicked them off. Jason jumped to his feet, but as he did so, the material of his trousers fell open on the right hand side and the entire audience erupted into laughter at the sight of his throbbing hard on inside his skimpy black silk briefs. Jason looked down and wanted to crawl into a pit and die when he realised that the small shred of black silk material wasn’t even fully covering his cock, which was hanging out of the side. Embarrassed beyond belief, Jason made a quick dash to get off the stage, but his sheer socks which were now coming off, made him slide across the stage slightly. He managed to retain his balance, but in the process one of his socks came off completely. Cursing Jason turned his back to the audience to bend over and pick it up. RRRRRRIIIIIIPPPPPPP!!! As Jason bent down to grab his sock, his trousers burst open at the rear, the seams splitting from the crotch, up to and through the waistband, revealing his bubble butt that was barely being contained by the black silk briefs. No longer caring, Jason just gripped his trousers in the hand that held the trophy and his sock and shuffled down the steps. He managed to get through the crowd and out of the door into the hallway without anyone stopping him and he used his elbow to press the call button for the elevator. ‘Jason, are you okay?’ Jason turned to face Danny, who was barely managing to suppress his smile. ‘Do I look okay?’ Danny shook his head. ‘Look, you don’t want to get the lift. It’s bound to stop on every floor. My friend works here. I know my way around. Let’s use the staff stairwell. I’ll help you get that jacket off and we can cover you up enough to get you up to your room.’ Jason sagged with relief at the kindness from the guy at work that he barely knew. ‘Thanks Danny. I really appreciate it.’ ‘It’s no problem,’ Danny said as he ushered Jason towards the door to the staff stairwell and through the door. ‘That was so embarrassing for you. I thought you could use some help.’ Jason couldn’t help but agree. He just wanted to get up to his room, take off his awful tuxedo and deal with his erection that was now almost painful from being throbbing hard for so long. As the stairwell door closed behind them, Danny took the shoes, sock and trophy from Jason and placed them on the stairs, before telling Jason to remove the other sock, which added to the pile. The stairs were a narrow flight with a metal bannister that led down to the small square hallway. The end of the bannister ended in a rusty metal pole. ‘Hold still and I’ll help you off with your jacket.’ Jason stood facing the door with his back to the metal pole at the bottom of the stairs as Danny walked behind him and started to tug the jacket from his shoulders. He got the jacket down to midway over Jason’s biceps, by which point his hands were inside the sleeves. With another tug, Jason was abruptly pulled backwards. ‘Watch it dude,’ Jason said with a chuckle. ‘You nearly pulled me over. Is it stuck?’ Danny finished tying the ends of the sleeves together and around the metal pole. It was a small tight knot with the limited material he had, but with the jacket down over Jason’s biceps, there was no way he was moving anywhere. With his hands in use, Jason’s trousers had fallen open and were hanging around his thighs, his sweaty silk briefs on display. ‘That’s much better,’ Danny said as he walked in front of Jason. ‘What are you doing?’ Jason said, suddenly realising that this might not have been the kindness he thought it was as he struggled to free himself from his jacket prison. ‘This has been the best evening I’ve had in a long time,’ Danny said, finally allowing himself to burst out laughing at Jason’s predicament. ‘The golden boy has finally gotten what he deserves.’ Jason suddenly had the realisation that the whole evening maybe hadn’t been as accidental as he first thought. ‘You engineered this?’ he asked in disbelief. ‘Oh yeah. I called your tailor and made some changes before I picked the tux up, I slipped Viagra into your champagne and now I’ve got you tied up in a stairwell.’ ‘What the hell did I ever do to you?’ Jason asked in complete shock that someone could be so vindictive. ‘You came into this company and took everything. I worked for that promotion and you just swanned in with your good looks and took it. You deserve to be brought down and now I’m going to finish what I’ve started.’ ‘What are you talking about?’ Jason said with a quiver in his voice. Danny ran his fingers over Jason’s silk clad cock and felt it pulse through the thin material. ‘I’m going to destroy the rest of your outfit, then I’m going to make you blow your load all over yourself, before throwing you back into that hallway and I have about ten minutes before people start to make their way home.’ ‘Danny, please, I’ll do anything. I don’t deserve this. I …’ Danny picked up the sheer socks from the stairs and after balling them up, he rammed them into Jason’s mouth. ‘Now, where was I?’ Danny grabbed Jason’s bowtie and forcibly tore it from his neck and tossed it to the floor. He then moved his hands to Jason’s shirt and laughed. ‘Looks like someone has popped a couple of buttons,’ he said as he poked his fingers through the holes and touched Jason’s stomach. The contact to his skin made Jason’s cock lurch and he could already feel himself wanting to cum. The Viagra was a particularly nasty prank, especially as he hadn’t masturbated in over a week. His body was desperate for release. Danny gripped the front of Jason’s shirt and with an easy tug, he ripped it open, which sent buttons pattering to the floor around them. With the jacket binding his arms, Danny couldn’t do anything further to Jason’s shirt and jacket without freeing him, so he moved down. After tweaking Jason’s nipples and making him groan through his sock gag, Danny ran his hands down Jason’s stomach before sliding them around his waist to his butt. ‘These briefs are way too skimpy on you,’ Danny growled as he ran his fingers over the soft silk briefs. ‘I think we should get rid.’ Gripping the briefs at the waist, he yanked them sharply forwards and they tore off easily, the seams already stretched to the limit. Jason’s cock slapped against his stomach as it was freed from its silk prison. Not wanting to waste time, Danny tossed the briefs to the floor and gripped the remnants of Jason’s trousers in his hands. With a lot of tugging, they shredded right off of him, leaving him naked from the waist down. ‘Now, for my next trick …’ Danny looked Jason in the eye as he gripped his cock in his hand and started to slowly jack Jason off. Jason moaned through his gag whist shaking his head. He desperately wanted to cum, but at the same time, he was straight. He didn’t want a guy to jack him off and he certainly didn’t want it happening in a stairwell. Danny started to suck on Jason’s nipples as he increased the speed of his hand on Jason’s cock. Jason was now thrusting his hips into Danny’s hand, unable to stop himself from enjoying the sweet motion. Danny slid his free hand around to Jason’s butt and started to massage his butt, before running a finger down the crease between his cheeks. Jason stopped groaning and looked visibly terrified as Danny started to tease his hole with his finger. Danny tightened his grip on Jason’s cock as he inserted a finger into his butt, the sound of voices getting louder in the hallway. Within seconds, Jason’s whole body tensed up and as Danny pushed his finger further in to Jason’s hole, Jason screamed through his gag and his cock was soon pumping a heavy load of thick white cum all over his stomach and thighs. Taking the opportunity to finish things whilst Jason was in a post orgasm haze, Danny tore the jacket and shirt from Jason’s back before throwing open the door and shoving him into the hallway. Danny gathered up the remnants of Jason’s things and his trophy as the sound of laughter reverberated around him. Danny opened the door to see Jason with his back against the wall and his hands covering his manhood. His stomach and thighs were covered in cum, his face was beet red and the many people in the crowd that was emerging from the function room were laughing hysterically as some took photos of Jason in his humiliated state. Danny watched as Jason was eventually escorted away by the boss. No matter what happened after tonight, it was by far the best party he’d ever attended. Revenge had never been so good. Jason eventually arrived back at his room, dressed in a hotel robe. He had handed his notice in and was going to move. There was no way he could face anyone from the Ad Agency again, even if he did manage to get Danny sacked. It was just too embarrassing to think about and what was worse was the fact that when he did think of his pants ripping and the entire embarrassing situation, he would instantly get hard. And that was something that would continue for many years to come …

Rowlet noticed there were new messages on the bulletin board.

IDK if this was sent to you @perfectshadow06 but I’ll just post it anyways (I don’t want to spam ur inbox with this)

It’s a congratulations gift for almost having 5000 ^^

I hope you will continue to inspire and change more people with u and ur art!


TYSM for being one of the persons who changed me so much! ^^

We love you Perf! ❤❤❤

(I umm… Somehow made u a new bowtie as a gift too hehe…)