Bathroom Sex

Originally posted by thomasbrodie-stfu

Originally posted by tattoosxforxsinners

Tittle: Public Bathroom Sex

Pairing: Tbs x Reader

Requested: Yes

Rating: S for smut

Warning: public smut

     “Will you stop that!” Thomas groaned, his hands tight on my hips. I turned to look at him, a look of fake innocence on my face. I knew what he was talking about, I had been grinding up against him for the past hour, trying to turn him on. By the look I was getting and the hard on against me I knew I was doing just that.

   “Stop trying to get the dress? I thought you said you wanted it?” I asked sweetly, holding in a giggle when he glared at me.

   “You know what, come with me.” He said suddenly, yanking me from the clothing shop. As I followed behind him I couldn’t help but smirk. Honestly this was all his fault. He looked so good in those dark washed jeans that hugged him in all the right places. The white t-shirt that was peaking out of a black leather jacket, one that made my center throb. Tommy in leather was my weakness and when you add in the messy styled hair he had I was soaked and longing for his fingers.

   “Where are we going?” I asked, biting my lip as he lead me past the food court, which just happened to hold Dylan and his girlfriend. Tommy ignored them both and pulled me down the hallway that held the bathrooms, shoving me into the first family washroom he came across. Before I could say a word he had pinned against the door, his hands pushing up the bottom of my dress as he slammed his lips against mine.

   “You have to be so hot. Grinding on me like that.” He muttered against my lips, his hands moving freely along my body. “Then look so damn innocent when I call you out.” He groaned, bucking his hips against me so he harden member brushed against my aching core.

   “Fuck Tom.” I groaned, leaning my head back against the door as he began kissing down my jaw to my neck. He hummed, bucking his hips again as he sucked on my sweet spot. As his hands slid down my sides and fiddled with my underwear, I began pulling at his belt, trying my best to undo quickly.

   “Do you have any idea what I want to do to you?” He muttered, biting his lip as pulled back. As he spoke he began to rub me over my panties, smirking as I instantly began to moan. “I can’t do what I want to do you, so I am just going to have make this quick.” He hummed, smirking as he yanked my panties off. Once they were around my ankles, he undid his pants, pulling his harden member out and giving it a small pump before slamming into me.

  “Tommy.” I moaned, his hand instantly falling over my mouth.

   “Shh baby girl.” He groaned as he  began thrust into me, his free hand rubbing my clit. “We can’t let them hear.” I nodded and let my head fall onto his shoulder as began to slam into me. I let out a soft moan, my hands digging into his arms. I could tell I was getting close, my stomach was tightening, my limbs shaking as I my high washed over me. Tommy came after me, a groan leaving his lips.

   “When we get home, we are so having a round two.”

anonymous asked:

I'm pretty sure when those gas station photos of Dylan came out people said he was driving an Audi. I noticed all the different keys with the different colored silencers on them. So cute it's what I do to tell mine apart lol. His house, his parents' house, Hoech's house...

LOL not sure how I didn’t expect that last one to come but I just guffawed in a very public place.

Can I just say how I highkey love that he drives an Audi though? I need one of those in my life. One that comes with a Dylbae or a Hoechbear plzkthx.



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English teachers when they’re teaching how to pronounce “th” 〜 brianjesse

English teacher things. 

No, no! You’re all saying “th”, but you actually say it like this. “TH-”


Είμαι ρομαντική. Εκνευριστικά ρομαντική θα έλεγα.
Όχι. Όχι. Δεν αποκαλώ το αγόρι μου “ζουζουνάκι μου”, ούτε θέλω να μου φέρνει λουλούδια κάθε μέρα. Όχι.
Δεν αναφέρομαι καν στον έρωτα.
Αναφέρομαι στα τρόπο που βλέπω τον κόσμο. 
Στο γεγονός ότι απολαμβάνω τα απλά και καθημερινά πράγματα περισσότερο από άλλους ανθρώπους. Αναφέρομαι στις φορές που έμεινα ξύπνια όλο το βράδυ, για να ανέβω στην ταράτσα το ξημέρωμα και να χαζέψω τον ουρανό να αλλάζει χρώματα. Αναφέρομαι στην ευχαρίστηση που μου προσφέρει ένας όμορφος πίνακας, ένα έξυπνο κείμενο. 
Αναφέρομαι στην ανάγκη που έχω να κάνω τους ανθρώπους να γελάνε. Αναφέρομαι στις βόλτες που κάνω με τον εαυτό μου για να σκεφτεί. Τι; Δεν έχω ιδέα.
Γαμώτο ίσως κάνω και λάθος. Ίσως απλώς είμαι υπερβολικά συναισθηματική. Ίσως απλώς τελευταία διαβάζω πολλή ποίηση.  Μπορεί να φταίει και αυτό.

Πάμε βόλτα;
—  Πώς θα ένιωθες αν λάμβανες αυτό το μήνυμα στις 5 το πρωί;
Θα πήγαινες ή θα ψέλλιζες πως του έχει στρίψει και θα έπεφτες για ύπνο;
Αν η απάντησή σου είναι όχι, καληνύχτα.
Αν ναι, άφησέ με να γίνω αυτό το μήνυμα. 
Hiddleston admits that many people, including journalists, give him the sense that his followers are crazed. “They think my fans are hysterical and delusional, whereas I’ve found them to be fans of the work,” he says. He mentions one reporter who took fan questions online and was shocked by how incisive the questions were. “I think perhaps people tend to group all fans of everyone all together and make them one homogeneous amorphous beast driven only by adoration,” he says. “I’ve always thought of ‘fans’ as another word for an audience. And an actor cannot call himself an actor without an audience to watch his or her work.
—  Jenelle Riley Variety online, April 19, 2016