#joining a irl football team in a bit

[cheriladycl01]

I said don't peak C Long, you suck. Oscar/Lando/Liam/Logan x Streamer! Reader

Plot: You are a streamer and competitive Valorant Player for Fnatic, in the off season Lando reaches out after you win Valorant Champion's to teach him how to play as he's getting bored of Fortnite.

A/N: This is very Valorant heavy, if you do not like gaming proceed with caution as you may be a little confused but the good vibes are there!

Credit to givemegifs for the GIF

You were part of the Fnatic Valorant team, in 2023 you'd helped them win back to back championships for Lock//In and VCT Masters. You were offered your seat at the start of 2023.

You were already very close with your IGL Boaster, being from the same area helped. But after meeting your other teammates, Derke, Chronicle and Alfajer you guys became amazing when playing together.

It was hard being the only woman on the team, you'd come from Game Changers being on an all female team to all of these men. However your stats were high and you were a massive part of the team.

You were a complete bombshell, people knew you were good from your IGL role and seeing you compete previously but Fnatic really lucked out having you on their team.

You often hung out with him and his girlfriend Yinsu. You felt bad when they'd offer you to crash their date and often it took hours of convincing you to come with them before you did.

But they got busier, and your other Valorant friends who you either couldn't see because they were on the other side of the world or they were also extremely busier you started to get into a bit of a slump.

You'd go to practice with the team, the only fun and exciting part of your day, before going choosing between a cafe, restaurant or bar to spend your evening in, hoping someone or a group of people would come up and offer you to join them on their nightly adventures.

After an extremely good start to 2024 with another Championship trophy, you'd been saying to stream how you wanted to start playing more games and make a YouTube account for IRL you...

They jumped at the offer, begging you in chat to do both. Apart from Valorant, which of course was your main game as a professional player, you played other games at the request of your fans. Sometimes being small niche indie games where you would just be able to chill with music and answer their burning questions or sometimes you'd play throw back games, like Minecraft, GTA San Andreas, Resident Evil 4 which would often be pretty chaotic but fun none the less.

You'd even once played FIFA... which was awful and you would not do well as a professional football player or a professional FIFA player. You were so bad that actual footballers had reached out to you joking around with how they'd stay clear of you on the pitch.

But it was when you were asked to play the new F12024 game that you looked at your chat as if they were crazy. The sim set up's were crazy expensive, not that you couldn't afford that. Of course you could. But you didn't want it to be a waste of room or parts for what could potentially be a one time use.

This is how Lando Norris ended up in your chat. He'd spent the start of his 2023 winter break playing Fortnite with AngryGinge, and even off stream in his downtime between races he would often still be playing it.

However, by the time summer break rolled around it was getting stale, and Tarkov was too. He needed something new, and Max kept trying to get him to play Valorant, Oscar did too saying it was a mix of Call of Duty and Overwatch and it was very fun to play.

So of course he did his research, being free he downloaded it anyway. It was free even if it sat there and never got played it wasn't like he was loosing anything. After doing research and watching some gameplay, he'd fallen asleep and the YouTube algorithm took him on his journey to you.

He slept peacefully despite the change in volume, gun sounds, voice lines and all the talking behind the videos that YouTube were throwing at him. When he woke up, he was graced with your, in his bold opinion, stunning face. He watched as you played, it was seemingly a montage of your best moments. The camera would often change from you being in a bedroom, to a stadium to a different room.

He was so so intrigued he just had to go down a deep dive of you content. He spent nearly a whole Tuesday looking into your content, from your old stream vod's to the Vlog's on your IRL channel. You just had this personality he assumed would draw anyone in.

I mean who wouldn't like you, you were young, funny, absolutely gorgeous and kind.

So he reached out to you.

At first you didn't see the DM and follow request as you rarely opened Instagram, but after winning your second Cup in 2024 and having spent time in America with some of your friends it was time to get posting.

Lando Norris... you were confused by the name. These day's anyone with some cash could have a blue tick, so you looked over his profile and was surprised to find an athlete.

An athlete in your DM's wasn't uncommon, but a young hot one asking for a Valorant coach for him and his racing friends... now that was rare.

You replied instantly, the thought of being able to hang out with new people and gain some friends was exciting to you. Lando asked if you would be willing to meet up with him, he thought discord was a little awkward and cringey for the first time meeting someone. He happened to be in London so it was sort of perfect.

You met, and he was a nice as you expected. He let you talk about everything you wanted to, never interrupting, never trying to one up your stories... just listening and adding his input where necessary. But you let him do the same, your eyes lighting up when you saw his passion for his career in racing and how highly he spoke of it.

It was just incredible. The way he drove round all of those corner at insane speeds that you'd never dare reach in your Audi TT! And when he went into the behind the scenes you were even more in wonder.

When it came to talk about coaching him in Valorant, at first he'd made a joke about learning so Quadrant could have a Valorant team and beat Fnatic in championships, to which you'd retorted saying Fnatic would become a constructor in F1 and make the fastest car on the grid.

However, he was being partially serious. He wanted to move quadrant forward and with all the announcements they had made at the start of the year, it was time to do more things that would get peoples attention from different places.

He was thinking of a Quadrant team of well of course 5 people with some reserves. Max was the best right now, not close to your Immortal level, peaking Radiant. But he was now in Plat territory whereas Lando dreaded to think of where he would be.

"So you want us to play, with your friends Oscar, Liam and Logan. In a 5 stack on stream..." you'd asked and he nodded enthusiastically. You'd grinned just as enthusiastic.

However, right now you were in the middle of crying from both laugher and frustration. They all played games, however you didn't know that none of them had played Valorant.

When you first started your chat was going crazy, not only was this great because your fans were seeing you coach, but it brought in all the F1 fans so they could watch their fave drivers play games.

"So, how about just a small little warm up with a deathmatch?" you asked them all, and the silence that came after was deafening.

"Guys?" you asked with an awkward laugh, checking you weren't accidently muted and talking to yourself.

"Sorry Y/N your gonna have to explain each thing to us" Liam laughed.

"Okay, Deathmatch is where you kill anyone and everyone. Might be hard for you guys, as it will be really mixed elo!" you explain. However doing a deathmatch just had them complaining, only Oscar and Liam had managed to kill you. Oscar having decent aim from his time on COD and catching you of guard and Liam being a sneaky rat, coming up behind you and knifing you.

"Okay that was so unfair... you've got like look at that she got to 40 in no time... that was the quickest game mode ever!" Logan complained, salty with his 5 kills.

"How about a team death match. We are all on the same team then, first team to 100 wins, so we are all winners that way" you smile, hoping they'd prefer it more.

Which they did, you chilled out a little, letting them practice and get the gist of things while giving them pointers, when Lando flashed you with his ability or when Liam chucked a grenade at you. Or littler things like their movement, and how to not sweep the floor with their cross hair. But it was hard coaching when you couldn't see everything.

"Okay, lets move onto some swift plays?" you ask and a chorus of agreements dound through the mic. You explained the game mode to them while you were all in agent select before explaining how a good team looks. It was hard where 3 of them only had the standard characters. You settled on Lando as Pheonix, Logan as Sage, and Liam as Sova. Oscar only had three other characters unlocked being Iso, the newest agent, KAY/0 because in his words 'cool robot guy' and then of course Skye because she was Australian. He ended up picking Skye which left you locking in Omen to smoke as you didn't trust any of them to smoke.

"I think this is the most busted team composition I've ever had" you admit.

"Well, the more we play with you the more characters we unlock, now which one is from America!" Logan asks and you explain to him Viper and Brimstone are both American.

"Any cool people from New Zealand?" Liam asks hopefully.

"No not yet but RiotGames if for some reason you are in the chat, or if you see this. Lets get a New Zealander agent and call it Liam!" you exclaim.

"They should get a female British Agent and call it Y/N and make it look like you!" Lando offers before saying one of Pheonix's voice lines that he just heard.

"That would be very cool, take notes Riot!" you smile widely.

"So like, do you ever sit there and think... wow i play games for a living" Logan asks, filter completely gone and out the window, making you choke on the sip of water you were having at the sudden and brash question.

"Do you ever sit back and think ... wow i drive fast cars for a living?" you try snap back but you realize his job does in fact down a lot cooler than yours.

"Nah, guys don't sell her short. From one YouTube Guy to a YouTube Gal, cough cough collab when ..., your doing great!" Liam jokes, thinking of his part-time YouTube career on the side of being a F1 reserve driver.

"Ohhhhh a collab with the Liam Lawson! I'm honored, but fr i would love to do Disney with you and Hannah!" you grin, having made sure to watch his vlogs in detail before you all played games.

"You watch my vlogs??" he asks screaming into his mic.

"On occasion..."

"Do you watch my LandoLogs" Lando asks interrupting the sweet and wholesome moment between you and Liam.

"No!" you exclaim before continuing your conversation with Liam making the others all snicker.

For some reason, Lando and Liam had taken the spike A while Logan and Oscar peaked B window. You jiggle peaked C long and narrowly missed an Operator. Seeing that you decide to rotate back to where Lando and Liam are rotating to Oscar and Logan.

"Don't peak C Long, its being held by an op" you let them know.

As you peak garage, you get the first kill. Then the round picks up, someone swinging out from B main giving you a quick flick and a head shot.

"What the hell guys, I said don't peak C long, you suck!" you exclaim, checking that both Lando and Liam were dead at the end of C long along with spike.

"Look, in my defence i heard 'peak C long" Lando says, with a mouth full of food watching you play.

"I just tried to reclaim spike after Lando died, i heard you loud and clear" Liam justifies whilst throwing Lando under the bus.

"Okay Oscar, you stay here" you ping the map where you wanted him to lurk until you got onto site.

"Logan, follow me and we going to go two separate ways" you explain where you want him to go. You both shift onto sight, you going through C window and Logan going through the short alley onto C. You catch a rotator killing them. Logan gets onto sight being the bait for the Sage holding site with the OP. She whiffs the first shot, however get's the neck shot.

"120, she's so low" he cries in frustration.

"Okay Oscar, get spike and rotate to A" you say as you come from behind killing the enemy sage. You take the op from them wanting the advantage of the better gun.

You send your smoke out to A before using your charged up Alt to get onto site before Oscar to secure it. You situate yourself up in heaven. Watching sight, you quickly ping where Oscar should plant they you'll both be able to see from A heaven and A long.

"We got this Osc" you say as he retreats from his plant. He knows exactly where he should be watching and before you know it he has the kill.

"Amazing stuff guys, apart from you Lando" you joke making him scoff and start to throw insults your way.

"Ah ah ah! Now i wouldn't ever dare criticize your driving now would I Lando! Lets stick to our professions yeah?" you tease him, he however changes conversation saying he was going to start streaming.

"You want me to end and raid you?" you ask, and he agrees greedily smiling. You guys had been playing for around 2 and a half hours so you didn't mind ending now.

You played for some more hours, people got very excited when they saw that Lando specifically started streaming. And now they could see the way he'd blush whenever you teased him or flirted, which wasn't even really flirting ... but chat deemed you to just have this natural rizz. They could see his reactions whenever Logan, Oscar or Liam would make fun off him.

His chat was going crazy, asking if he liked you and if you'd met.

"Me and Y/N have met chat" he offers and everyone goes silent. The others didn't know you guys had actually met up, they just knew Lando slung you a DM and somehow you replied and gave him your discord.

"You guys don't believe me?" he asks in shock, reading chat every time a round ends or when he dies.

"Even you Max what the hell" he cries when he see's Max type a snide comment in chat about how there's no way in hell you would have met up with him.

"Fine, you guys don't believe me! Here!" he says shoving his phone up the camera showing the selfie he had taken in a cafe the day you guys first met.

"Where did we meet. In London, I dm'ed her on Instagram and asked to meet her. I wanna do new things with Quadrant and further the e-sports that we do here so i reached out to Y/N as a friend to see how her org did stuff" he explains.

"Y/N to Quadrant? I dunno guys, she's happy in Fnatic right now and unless we got other players that were on a professional level, i don't think she'd give up such a good spot where she's in a winning team for people who arent even on a professional level right now!" he explains before unmuting himself again.

"So, everyone's saying you should come to a race!" Lando offers Y/N.

"I'll come to a race if you guys all come watch me at VCT?!" she questions and they all agree.

"Deal!"

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[dorizardthewizard]

Galactik Football season 3 rewatch, eps 22 - 24

Episode 22:

Yeah Thran, you SHOULDN'T be there! Why are you with the Pirates in the first place other than you knowing the plot needed you to help out there?

I'll always love how that memory wipe device is literally just the one from Men in Black

Honestly can't believe the Xenons haven't scored yet

Oop! Spoke too soon!

WHYYYYYYYY DID YOU LEAVE SHARKY'S CAMERA INTACT!!!! He was snapping with that thing all the time, I don't believe the Pirates would fuck up that badly. Even if Harris's cat hadn't found it, Hush Sharky could've just woken up, seen the pictures, assumed he'd had his memory wiped (in season 1 Aarch seemed to have the common knowledge that Pirates do that), or he'd had a fun night lol, and then published the photos anyway! He would've spun some made up story from them! WHY IS CAMERA

YESSSSSS MEI!!!!! epic goal

fsdkjfsdkjdfs look at this

Yeah with Vega controlling the team Paradisia girls they do feel more like androids, even if they're not supposed to be. How much of this is control and how much is their own free will? Spooky

THRAN IS ON FIRE! YOUR DEFENCE IS TERRIFIED! 🎵 Ok I guess it would be their attackers, but he's going on the offence too because he's just that cool in this match

Holy shit 4-1? Man they nerfed the Xenons. They were running circles around the Snow Kids in the first half they should have scored more than one goal then

Aww another respectful handshake between D'jok and Luur

Nork: Artegor, what are your impressions of the match? Artegor: Excuse me, but I think I have to go join my friends!

Awwww Artegor has come so far since season 1

D'jok and Mei holding hands...... not sure how to feel about this........ I will reserve judgement for now

Thran being the one to fall asleep this time I love it

Sidney and Harvey reunion! Peace and love <3

Nothing like a bit of clubbing to celebrate a victory, would be a bit weird with your parents there though LOL

Sinedd's parents live so far out they've never heard of the GF stars? Sounds a bit hard to believe in this universe I mean, I don't really care about irl football but I still know who Messi is. Also Maya STILL hasn't spoken to D'jok LMAO

Why the fuck would Adim and Aarch being in a relationship mean the Snow Kids could get disqualified. Literally the only case I can think of where they could have accused Adim of favouritism is letting them form a team way back in season 1, what else could she have possibly done to help them win? Some guy on the news accuses them of cheating, but WHAT does cheating in Galactik Football even mean????

LIKE. Look I hear all sorts of accusations of corruption and rigging every world cup but usually people actually have something to point at – poor ref decisions, easy matchups, whatever! There was none of that for the Snow Kids, I know it's supposed to be ridiculous that this is going on, but idk it just doesn't feel that believable to me as this huge deal and not like, a bit of drama that will blow over once the next scoop comes out. Sure they might lose some fans but there's no real risk of them being disqualified because for that you need concrete proof of favouritism.

Clamp spitting fax!!! Exactly my thoughts

Callie is throwing SUCH shade at the Aarch Adim scoop hahaha

Mark is having his romeo balcony moment but much more emo. It's so dramatic but whenever this happens in shows I always end up thinking about how they can't have known each other that long to be so in love 😂

RIP Brim Simbra. Didn't even get a funeral eulogy

Side note Dame Simbai's flux society shades are swag

Episode 23:

Whyyyyyyyy does Aarch have to quit because of this?? This is all.... so sudden! We've got like 3 episodes left after this one and we're having Aarch quit? Right before the FINALS? And why would you not at least discuss this with Rocket first before springing the surprise that he's gonna be the coach now in front of everyone???

It's NOT the only solution Aarch this is so dumb 😭😭 It's not like they even went for an arc where he realises it's time to pass on the baton and settle down into a new life of whatever, it had to be with the drama

I do like that it didn't end in Adim quitting her position though

And now they're throwing in like two lines about Aarch being happy about his decision and moving on, but there was no build up or arc about him needing to quit coaching!

Work it, Magnus. Of course Artie and Bennett can't stop themselves from cracking up hahaha

Clamp getting the recognition he deserves <3 Sorry Aarchtegor fans, he was not included in this goodbye speech. We can't have it all

Ooooo Tia's dad mentions he's the ambassador of the Obia moon, not specifically Akillian. Was Obia mentioned specifically prior to this season I can't remember

Geez Sinedd is the spitting image of his father

Hey check it out, this is almost a looping gif! This is not sped up, the animation really is this goofy 😂

Sooo this flashback thing Maya communicates to Sinedd's mother through mind-meld confirms D'jok and Sinedd used to be friends, which is something we'd been wondering about for a while. It would make sense why Sinedd is so hung up on their rivalry.

I headcanon that he got jealous of D'jok's life (having a parent, being really good at football etc.), feeling worse about himself, especially with him never getting an adoptive family. Maybe he even was the first to start playing football, but felt like D'jok was surpassing him and this was another thing taken from him. So he starts putting down Micro-Ice so he can feel superior and challenging D'jok, who eventually ditches him. It's an interesting dynamic, would have been cool to see some full flashback scenes about this.

Yay more Elektras water skating!

Awww rip Elektras :( Their friendship and support of Yuki is so cute I love them

Bwuh???! Where on Akillian did Rocket get the idea to recruit Sinedd back??? Like sure the audience knows he has the potential to develop into a nicer person and actually work in a team with the Snow Kids, but Rocket doesn't! Like, in my head I'm imagining they had interesting interactions in season 2 during the whole Netherball thing, but we were never shown enough of that on screen for this to make sense.

Like. With Aarch gone Rocket seems to think they need a change? HOW DOES THIS SOMEHOW CONNECT TO GETTING SINEDD TO COME BACK??? And so close to the final? Changing things around like that last minute is crazy. I just... SINEDD COMING BACK TO THE SNOW KIDS AFTER THREE SEASONS SHOULD BE A BIG DEAL WHY IS IT SO RUSHED 😭😭😭 I mean I know why it's rushed, the showrunners knew they probably wouldn't get renewed so tried to tell as much of the story as possible, that's just how it is unfortunately

BWAHAHAHA why is Sonny just hiding directly behind Magnus during this call instead of... anywhere away from the camera ahahahaha that's so stupid Sonny there is NO NEED stop being so dramatic

Rocket (to Sinedd): We need you to beat team Paradisa, you can make the difference!

Again, WHAT DIFFERENCE? Why is he so sure they need an extra player all of a sudden, are team Paradisia THAT good? The Snow Kids have been training hard with this lineup and they're two-time champions. Sinedd is a great player sure but... WHY.

On the other hand Rocket is the first guy on the show to be like: hm... maybe we SHOULD have at least one substitute for our team huh?

Rocket: Deep down, you're a Snow Kid too. Rocket: You come from Akillian, and you've mastered the Breath

UHHH, HAS HE? I'm pretty sure he left before he even got to use the Breath, actually

Sinedd is so quick to consider this offer FSDJKDFSKJDFS THIS IS DONE SO BAD I'M SORRY 😭😭 Like the concept is fine, I really like that it's Rocket calling him back (as someone who also needed his team to bring him back once) but it's just... the pacing is so bad and Sinedd's development was so all over the place that it just doesn't seem believable that he would take up this offer right now, especially with D'jok on the team

Episode 24:

Callie I know it's for your “a day with the Snow Kids” report but maybe at least knock first?

Neither Mei nor Tia are morning people lol

Oh of course Mark has a cup of tea for breakfast XD Or maybe it's coffee, idk.

The way Rocket bats the camera away 😂 Isn't it weird to do this report right before the final, and broadcast it live? Aren't training sessions supposed to be more secretive at this time?

Aw Sinedd's sister is cute

Micro-Ice: Yeah well, Tia is by far our best captain in ages, because D'jok- D'jok: Oh, yeah?

Besties! <3 No I still haven't forgiven how quickly D'jok was accepted back into the team <3 Also yeah D'jok wasn't a great captain <3

Callie why are you sitting like that. Rocket get her a chair

Oh wait there is a chair

Aww Lun-Zia's little high-five with Luur. Fun training session!

Wow we really sped through Sinedd meeting his real family huh 😭 And just like that, he's back with the Snow Kids because his little sister wants to see him play. Let me guess, Rocket didn't discuss this with the others first?

This is making me want more sports with the flux. Just imagine, galactik volleyball! I have a whole AU in my head and I will draw it one day I swear ToT

If Sinedd isn't a hologram, then why does he spawn into the holo-trainer like that? They've done that animation a couple of times in this season and it doesn't make sense considering how we've seen the holo-trainer work before. It's not them teleporting in, the holo-trainer manifests itself around them and... wait, how DOES the holo-trainer work? My brain hurts just thinking about it

Oooooh Rocket didn't discuss this with anyone and just gets Sinedd to join in the middle of a practice what a surpriiiiiise, there is no way this could go badly whatsoever /s

D'jok accepts that Sinedd is back way too quickly, I get that he messed up too but he immediately switches to “ok you're on the team, but remember you're a substitute, bitch <3” (Mark: Well thanks)

I'm still sad we don't get a scene of Sinedd leaving the Shadows, I mean the guy played with them for yeeeears they must have had SOME sort of connection. He calls them family earlier!

I like this sequence where Sinedd's flux keeps switching between the Breath and the Smog. I imagine that with the Smog being so powerful, and it lending itself to Sinedd's emotions more, it's gonna be hard to give it up.

Bennett is once again trying to find the location of a bomb hahaha

I was about to comment on how cute it is that Aarch can finally spend more time with Norata but JUST as Aarch starts relaxing, Clamp tells him there's a multi-flux bomb on Akillian LOL. Guy can't catch a break, he really didn't sign up for all this shit

[writingreadingdaydreaming]

you know what fascinates me? The HR teams clubs would need because of how many omega/alpha or beta players would date each other

(Content warning for discussions of abuse here)

I mean I think it would be similar to how it is irl in women’s football, considering how many female footballers are queer and date/have dated their teammates. Some managers would be really against it (see Emma Hayes’ comments about it, I feel like a few managers would take that stance), a few would be against it but not enough to say anything, and a few wouldn’t care. It does make things tricky though, trying to coach two players after a messy breakup or some kind of scandal 🤣

I think a big concern would be conduct within the relationship. What I mean by that is the players respecting each other in the relationship, and not giving way to any abusive behaviour. We know football has an absolutely atrocious record of dealing with abusers, and the sickening fact is that at least a few players have probably been forced to player with their abusers because the club didn’t want to get rid of them :/

However, I think the issue would arise less between player-on-player relationships and more coach-on-player relationships. Unfortunately, in the women’s game that’s a big problem right now, and a disgustingly high amount of coaches have been found to have had relationships with their players. The HR would be more surrounding that side of things (that’s also where the FOC would come in, to educate the HR and protect any omega players from manipulation by the hands of their coaches).

That’s why in Silver springs I wrote Jose leaving Barcelona earlier than he actually did irl, because the thought of them dating when the only relationship they had had prior was a coach-player relationship felt weird. But also (even though it isn’t written in the fic) I feel like a situation like Zlatan’s and Olivier’s - where they met and began dating when they were both players, and then Zlatan obviously retires and joins the coaching ranks at Milan - doesn’t really present as much of a power imbalance cause they were together before one of them became a coach.

Sorry I feel like I went on a bit of a rant here 🤣

[nothing1995]

Being unhinged on insta and tbh even on here I think has been scaring the hoes away ... need to find an outlet to post all my edgy or insane or just drug use thoughts without it like .... affecting my social standing but I do just find it so ... lame and fake. It’s just an app...... yet if u post incomprehensible shit or just a JOKE on it ppl who u thought are also crazy eg comedians or edgy artist types etc will be like hmm... she’s a bit odd

Rly makes me think about that delicate line of fun weird and bad weird that tbh I have issue navigating... and With insta being more female and my social media circle in general being more female (duh) there’s these extra rules I keep forgetting or just think don’t apply to me but they still do and I end up being seen as weird ... whatever ! I realise it’s an evolutionary response to potential risks but still!

[bumbleleewrites]

Work Day

Summary: George has moved in with Dream and Sapnap. While the Dream Team is editing, George decides to be a menace. Dream and Sapnap teach him a lesson.

[IRL] Lee!George, Ler!Dream, Ler!Sapnap

Word Count: 2.9k

Holy heck this is a long one. Thanks for the prompt, anon! I hope you enjoy this. As you can tell by the length I may have gotten a little carried away. :]

The Dream Team household had few rules. This was because they were all adults, and could trust each other to make smart decisions on their own. However, they had some small, simple ones, like "put a sign on your door when you're live", and "Dream is allowed control of the TV when football is on". Another, important rule that kept the household functioning was "Tuesdays are for editing". Once George had moved in, the Dream Team was finally getting to spend so much time together. However, they had nothing to show for it. George had convinced the others to film a vlog, and they had hours of footage, but it went unposted for a month as they were having so much fun that nobody could be bothered to take time to trim it down. After their long month of silence, which disappointed their viewers, the three of them decided they needed a dedicated 'work day'.

It was Tuesday. Dream, Sapnap and George were each in their own rooms, editing whatever footage they'd collected the week prior for their individual channels. They'd been maintaining the routine for a couple weeks, but they quickly realized that it became lonesome without the others around, especially with the knowledge that George was now there. They decided to join a Discord call whenever they did this, so they could at least keep each other company. For the most part, the calls remained silent, but it was nice to know the others were present.

George especially agreed with this sentiment. He would never admit it, but he was a bit clingy to the other pair. He found their silence to be a bit boring. Dream and Sapnap had known each other for years, and had lived together for a while. They were comfortable in each other's presence, even without speaking. George, on the other hand, was not. Seeing his friends in person was still new for him, so he used every opportunity he got to speak with them. 

He was quietly clicking away, replacing bits of footage and playing back clips, when he heard Dream let out a frustrated groan.

"Clay?" he asked softly.

"Yeah, sorry, I just…" George heard a loud percussive noise, deducing that it was Dream slamming his head against his desk. "I meant to take out a 30 second clip, but instead I deleted like five minutes' worth of footage."

"You can't undo it?"

A few seconds of silence passed.

"...Clay?"

"I… accidentally closed the program."

Sapnap stifled his laugh. In contrast, George began giggling madly.

"What?" Dream demanded. He said it with a chuckle, though his tone was laced with annoyance.

"Ihi'm- I'm sorry, but you've been editing for how long? How on earth do you accidentally close your program?" 

"I don't know."

"Clahay, you idiot!"

"Oh, be quiet, George," Dream replied, in the soft tone reserved for only his friend and Patches.

"Oh no, Dream, did I offend you?" he asked mockingly, rolling his eyes and leaning further back into his chair.

"No, I'm just trying to-"

"Claaaay!"

"Geoooorge!" Dream mimicked. The brunet grinned and turned on the autotune effect on his microphone. "Just hold on and-"

"Dreeeam doesn't know how to ediit," he sang, the voice effect making him sound robotic.

"George-"

"He's absolute traaash!"

"George."

"Dooog wateeer! Traaaash!"

"George!"

"I'm Mr. Dream Wastakeeen, and I-'' George stopped abruptly when he saw that Dream had left the call. His smile fell immediately as he feared that he'd actually offended his friend. However, he felt immediately relieved when he heard a chime and saw Dream rejoin a couple seconds later. He turned off the autotune and paused for a moment.

"Clay?" 

"I'm here," the man replied. George noticed that his voice sounded a bit different, more echoed, like his microphone had changed. He thought nothing of it and allowed himself a small smile.

"Did you get it fixed yet?"

"No, not yet, but I'm still-" Dream stopped as the other began laughing again. "Oh, you think this is so funny, don't you?"

"Yeah," he replied smugly.

"I'd watch it if I were you, George."

The man in question scoffed, but felt his heart rate accelerate ever so slightly. "What are you going to do, fight me?"

"Well…" Dream trailed off. George could hear him getting increasingly louder. "If you want to laugh so much, I'll give you something to laugh about."

George squinted in confusion, before he realized what Dream was implying. He felt butterflies erupt in his stomach and his smile grew wider.

"No! No, no, no, you can't!"

"Oh, Geooooorge! I'm coming over there! You're gonna regret that!" Dream crooned.

"What's going on?" Sapnap finally spoke up, but his inquiry was ignored. 

George heard footsteps in the direction of his room. He screamed and threw off his headset. He abandoned his chair and ran towards the door, leaning back against it with all of his weight. He heard Dream approach his door, stop, and knock twice.

"George?" 

"GOHO AWAHAHAY!"

"Guys, what's happening?" Sapnap asked faintly. George realized that Dream was still on the call, on his phone.

"Open up, George!" Dream demanded. The brunet felt the door open an inch, but he slammed his body against it and it shut with a bang.

"Okay, I'm coming over there." There was a chime as Sapnap left the call. Soon after, George heard a door creak open, and a second pair of footsteps stomped down the hall.

"Oh Geooorge, I have reinforcements!" Dream sang.

"Noho! Goho awahay!"

"Oh, come on now, you thought you could make fun of me and get away with it?"

George remained silent. Truthfully, he'd forgotten that he was in the same house as his friends, and that Dream could easily visit him. It had been more than a few weeks since he'd moved in, but the reality hadn't sunk in yet.

"George?"

"Stohop ihit Clahahay!"

"Dream, what does he think you're going to do to him?" asked Sapnap. Even muffled by the door, George could pick up the concern in his tone.

"Tickle him," the blond replied. George let out a silent scream, feeling his face grow warm as his suspicions were finally confirmed.

"Wait, what? Gogy's ticklish?" Sapnap asked, clearly amused by the newly discovered information.

"Nohoho I'm not! Shut uhup!"

"I don't know, George, you seem awfully giggly for someone who isn't ticklish."

"StohohoHAP!" George yelled, as he lost his footing and was pushed forward. He scrambled to keep himself from falling face first. Dream had forced himself through the door, Sapnap in tow, and both were eyeing him with smirks upon their faces. George turned around quickly and screamed again when he saw the pair. Before he could react, Dream approached him and firmly grabbed his wrists. The eldest shrieked and began giggling again in anticipation.

"When did you even find this out?" inquired Sapnap with an awe-filled smile, inching closer to the pair.

"When you were out getting groceries the other day," Dream replied, "We were on the couch, I guess I kept accidentally elbowing his side and he squeaked."

"Ihihi did nohot! Liahar!"

Sapnap chuckled. "Yeah, I think I believe Clay. Sorry, Gogy."

Dream slowly walked forwards, forcing George back, and stopped once he got to George's chair. The brunet reluctantly sat in it, as he had nowhere else to move. Dream chuckled menacingly, making George's eyes widen. The blond let go of the other's wrists, and before he could think to escape, Dream spun the chair around and clamped his hands onto George's shoulders. The man in question gulped when he felt himself being trapped against the plush surface.

"And, I did make it clear to George that I wouldn't forget this the next time he was being an idiot," Dream continued, with a smirk. 

George swallowed. Dream may not have forgotten, but while George was annoying him, the latter certainly had.

"So, since you were so insistent on making fun of me when I was suffering, isn't it fair I get a bit of revenge?"

"Noho! Ihit- it's not!" George shook his head and bit his lip, trying to stifle the anticipatory giggles spilling from him.

"No?" Dream teased, his voice lilting, and he raised an eyebrow. "What do you think, Sapnap?"

Sapnap just blinked, but after a moment, his blank stare turned into a dangerous grin. He stroked his chin, pretending to be deep in thought. George couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"I think that's pretty fair. Don't you agree, George?" Sapnap responded.

"Nohoho! Sahapnahap!" George practically shrieked, as he felt Dream walk his fingers down from his shoulders and rest them on his ribs.

"The jury's spoken," Dream sang, as he began just teasingly tapping his fingers on the bones. The eldest started to squirm, pursing his lips to hide his growing smile. Dream huffed out a chuckle. "Now laugh for me."

With that, Dream began rapidly scribbling on his ribs, occasionally shooting his hands down to his sides to keep him guessing. George puffed out his cheeks, determined to not laugh. He wiggled from side to side, slapping at Dream's hands. However, when Dream switched to squeezing up and down his ribcage, the dam broke, and he screamed before falling into a fit of giddy laughter. The other pair instantly gained wide, fond smiles.

"No way!" Sapnap exclaimed.

Dream let out a laugh under his breath. "Yeah, and if I can remember, he can't handle it at all…" he trailed off, pondering for a moment before shooting his hands downwards, to George's belly, "Here!"

George bucked upwards and yelled out, his laughter becoming boisterous. He squeezed his eyes shut as he fell back into his chair with a thud, before trying to curl on himself to block out Dream's hands. He kicked out at the air in front of him.

"DREHEHEAM!" George hollered. Even in person, George was so used to calling him by his pseudonym that sometimes it would just slip out.

"Yes, George?" Dream mocked, switching from squeezing to wiggling his fingers against the fabric of George's t-shirt. He threw in a few sporadic pokes, which made the brunet squirm from side to side.

"Can I try?" Sapnap suddenly asked. He'd been observing from his place a few feet away, shifting his weight back and forth between his feet and looking unsure what to do. George's eyes opened immediately, and he watched Sapnap make a hesitant step forward. He felt Dream's fingers make their way back up to his ribs and scratch ever so gently between the bones, which made his laughter turn into soft giggles. He inhaled sharply in between them, catching his breath.

"Can Sapnap have a turn, George?" Dream asked, using his 'Patches voice'.

It took a few seconds for George to respond. "Ihihi-" The words got caught in his throat, and he felt a blush start to creep up on his cheeks. Sapnap would never let him live this down, and neither would Dream, but he knew Sapnap would try to tickle him later if not now. "Eheheh- fihihine…"

Sapnap beamed and began walking over, as Dream moved his hands back up to George's shoulders to hold him still. Sapnap stopped a few inches from him, making the Englishman whine and hide his face in his hands. He crouched over and hovered his hands over George's torso, a little uncertain about where to start but nonetheless eager to begin.

"Ready, Gogs?"

"Okahay," George confirmed. He peeked through his fingers and felt his blush spread to the rest of his face as Sapnap met his eyes with a smirk.

"Clay, do you know anywhere else he's ticklish?" Sapnap asked, maintaining eye contact with George, who whined at the question and resumed hiding his face.

"Well, I haven't really tried other spots yet. But since he's that ticklish on his belly, he probably is in other places, too."

Sapnap nodded. "Is he right?" He directed his question to George, who groaned.

"Noho," he lied, beginning to slide down the chair due to his embarrassment. 

Dream felt him begin to slip through his hands and was quick to grab him by his armpits to hoist him back up. His hands remained there for a moment, before he said smugly: "Are you sure? So if I were to try tickling you here," he emphasised his point by curling in his fingers, making George jump slightly, "You wouldn't laugh?"

"Noho, I wouldn't, you idiohot." George attempted to sound confident, but it was no use as he was still tittering in anticipation.

"Are you really sure?" Sapnap teased, as he rested his hands on the spot where George's stomach and sides met and began slowly scratching there.

"Yehes, Sahahapnahap, I aham!" George retorted. He placed a hand over one of Sapnap's and halfheartedly pushed at it.

Dream went in for the kill right then, and began wiggling his fingers rapidly. George, taken by surprise, immediately burst into loud laughter. "Liar," Dream growled playfully.

George brought his elbows inward, not realizing that he was only forcing Dream's hands further into his underarms. Shortly after, he felt Sapnap's hands ghosting at his sides, and he yelped, wiggling his hips from side to side. "Clay, look! He's ticklish here too!" He squeezed George's sides, making him yelp once more.

"Huh. You're ticklish pretty much everywhere, aren't you George?" Dream teased, moving his hands down to George's upper ribs and scribbling there.

"Nahah- noho Ihihi ahaha- aham nohot! Shuhut uhuhup!"

"Oh, I know you did not just tell me to shut up," said Dream with a dangerous tone. He dug all of his fingers into George's ribs, his hands shaped like claws, for emphasis. This made George kick out, and accidentally kick Sapnap in the leg.

"Hey!" Sapnap shouted, taken by surprise. A smirk appeared on his face and he grabbed George's calves, moving so that the two men were now perpendicular to each other. He experimentally squeezed above George's kneecap and the brunet's leg twitched. 

"Sahahah- Sahahapah! Nohohoho!"

"No to what? This?" Sapnap scribbled on George's knees. To his surprise, there was barely any reaction from the man. His laughter remained consistent, except for a few 'snrks' peppered in along with it. Sapnap moved to scratch at the backs of his knees, and there was still the same response. He made eye contact with George, who was currently pleading babbles to Dream, who had just switched to softly scratching at his belly. George quickly looked away, evidently flustered by the attention. "George, are you even tickli-"

"SAHapnap!"

The one in question immediately stalled his hand, and looked where it was placed. It had moved ever so slightly up, so rather than his knees, he'd been tickling George's thighs. He allowed himself a chuckle. "Hey, Clay…" he crooned, simpering at the brunet, who curled further in on himself upon hearing his tone.

"Yeah, Sap?" Dream looked at him and slowed down his hands so they were almost still, leaving George giggling airily.

"I think I found a goldmine here."

"Whahaha- wahAIT, SAHAP DOHON'T YOU DAHAHARAH-" George protested, as Sapnap began wiggling his fingers over the tops of his thighs.

"Aw, George, why shouldn't he? What's wrong? Is it too ticklish there?" Dream teased.

"AHAHOHO MYHYHY GOHOHOAHAD!" George pounded his fists against the chair, his eyes squeezed shut in mirth and his face cherry red from laughing. Without warning, Sapnap switched to quickly pinching up and down his legs, and that made George's laughter turn silent. He gasped. "Meher- cehehe!-"

Sapnap stopped immediately, patting George's leg affectionately before straightening his posture and backing off.

"Shit, I'm sorry, are you okay?" Sapnap asked, his eyebrows raised in concern.

George continued to catch his breath for a few moments, then resumed giggling weakly. He became limp in his chair and started to slide slowly down it. "Yeheheah, I'm…" he inhaled, "Ihihi'm fihine."

"Phew," Sapnap responded, before rushing away, seeming like there was something important he had to attend to.

"Thought we killed you there for a second," Dream added, ruffling his hair playfully before spinning the chair so that George was facing him. George, with a tear trailing down his flushed, beaming face, met Dream' eyes shyly. He quickly turned his head away and brought a hand up to cover his brown eyes. "You alright?"

"Yehep," George mumbled, blinking wearily.

Dream offered him a hand. "You want to get up?"

"No," the brunet smiled sleepily, his eyes struggling to stay open, "I'm going to stay here for a bit."

They heard Sapnap stomping back upstairs, and he entered the room with a glass of water in hand. It was sloshing around because of Sapnap's running, and a small amount of it dripped onto the floor.

"Here," Sapnap panted. He walked to George and handed him the glass, who accepted it with a grateful smile.

"Thank you." He took a sip, holding the glass in both hands like a small child would. "Are you done killing me now?"

The pair laughed at that. "Yeah, all done now, Gogy," Sapnap replied.

Dream reached out to ruffle George's hair playfully, making the other man duck away and roll his eyes. "No more for today, George. Now can I please get back to my editing, or are you going to be an idiot?"

"Fine, I'll stop being mean," George drawled complacently. 

"Good. Thanks." Dream left the room, with Sapnap in tow.

George set his water down and closed his eyes. Sure, he'd have to catch up on his own editing later, but what he really needed right now was a nap.

[peter-parcoeur]

Good girl gone bad | (frat!tom)

request: How about frat cocky Tom at a Christmas party, wearing something that shows off his muscles, and he keeps flirting with y/n, who hates him. Throughout the night, he slowly wins her over, and once he has her in the palm of his hand, he makes her compliment him and then worship his muscles and then get on her knees and suck on him through his boxer briefs and then finally he f*cks her face and he's dirty talking and boasting all the way through :)

disclaimer: Hiii, so this was a request (sadly anonymous but if you’re out there reading this, I hope you enjoy and this lives up to your expectations...) this is my first attempt at fratboy!tom so I apologize in advance if that’s not exactly what you expected from it or whatever. Also I’m french so, some unfortunate spelling mistakes may occur and for this I apologize too! (damn I do really know how to sell myself, don’t I?) Anyway, enjoy your reading and please give it a ♥ if you liked it and a comment if you either really liked or hated it. Annnnd I’m talking too much.

warnings: smut smut smutty smut is to be expected, obviously. includes: brat!tom, braggy!tom, boasting!tom and some serious potty mouth / enemies to lovers (well, more like enemies to fuckbuddies idk) / oral-sex / face-fuck / dirtyDIRTY talk/ fingering / brief mentions of self luuuuvin (that’s masturbation, for you) / dom!tom + sub!reader / I guess a little bit of humiliation and praise kink idk if that’s triggering so just in case... / roughness... I guess that’s it? probably enough already.

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« Come on, it’ll be fun! God knows you could really use some fun… » your friend’s voice almost begged over the phone as you safely locked it between your cheek and your shoulder to open the door to your dorm room, your keyrings grazing the piece of metal surrounding the lock with a soft, clicking noise.

“Yeah cause hanging out with complete morons as they get shit-faced on cheap vodka is totally my idea of a good night...”

“ Urghhhh, Y/N please, are you really gonna be a Grinch about it?”

“  Well, it’s a Christmas party so I guess that’s convenient?”

You could tell your friend was getting frustrated by now, the slight change of tone in her voice making her sound desperate. Kicking off your shoes and dropping your books above the mess on your desk, you immediately crashed onto your bed with a loud, exhausted groan as this never-ending day had managed to push every single one of your buttons. You felt completely drained and yet, your best-friend wanted you to join her to some frat-house where, apparently, the “most incredible” Christmas party was about to be held? Uh-uh. No way. Your actual plan for a Friday night (= eating take-out food in front of some true crime documentary on Netflix) seemed much more appealing than the effort your friend seemed to require from you.

“You’re really gonna bail on me? What if something happens to me?”

“Now this is guilt pressure and you’re so much better than this! “ You laughed, “plus… I know you wanna go just so you can make out with Harrison… You really don’t need me for this and truth be told, I really don’t need to see that guy shove his tongue down your throat!”

“Maybe YOU need someone to shove his tongue down your throat “

“I’ll pass, thanks “

“Come on, how long has it been since you’ve got laid? “

“That’s… way beside the point?””

Still, you thought about it.

How long has it been, really?

Well. As far as you could remember, there were a couple (disastrous) tinder dates at the beginning of the semester. Nothing major even though the sex was still okay. Then you had decided to delete the app so you could focus on your studies, thinking that, eventually, life would grant you with an actual IRL, cute boy who could actually work a little harder to get into your pants whereas it had taken a single swipe on a screen for the previous contestants.

But for now, as the semester had come to an end and Christmas break was around the corner, it only occurred to you just how busy you had been, studying all night long and running on fumes and gallons of coffee. Maybe your friend was right. Maybe you truly needed to blow off some steam. Sometimes you wished you were more like her, carefree and less picky when it came to boys and random flings. Like her current crush, Harrison.

Harrison was a typical heartthrob with the face of a Greek God, so it was only natural for him to act like a brat and play with girls as he wished. With his piercing blue eyes and dreamy smile, girls could only wish he would look at them twice. But still, he wasn’t the worst part of Team Jackass, as you liked to call them. Their captain was actually Tom Holland. Football Quarterback, Tom collected girls’ hearts like trophies and held his pride within his questionable reputation. Party animal, heavy drinker and confirmed exhibitionist since he’d been caught fucking a cheerleader in the middle of the football field right after a game, his name was on everyone’s lips, whether they whispered gossips down the faculty’s corridor or muffled into a pillow as he dived into another naïve, besotted girl with the promise of an encore. To this day, all of the girls he had laid his eyes on were still waiting for a call-back.

You pulled a disgusted face at the thought of witnessing his little hunting game one more time. Tom was actually one of the main reasons why you usually skipped any frat party now. There were just so much time you could waste, sipping on some funky tasting “home-made” punch as “Football superstar” Tom Holland bragged about his athletic skills or how many girls he had fucked over the last couple days. Sometimes, it felt like a competition between him and his brain-dead friends. Somehow, you just knew he kept score of his one-night stands. Maybe he’d give you five stars for trying anal, a deep throat would give you another six and god forbid if you flattered his enormous, gigantic cock, well then, by all means, the throne would be yours. There was just something about him that screamed and irradiated praise kink.

“Y/N? Have I lost you?”

Your friend’s voice brought you back to reality as you seemed to have blacked out for a while.

Then, out of nowhere and unexpectedly, the words came out of your mouth.

“What time is the party then?”

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For every party, there’s a dress code.

Surely, a “Christmas” party just couldn’t be, without a fair splash of colorful jumpers or any subtle hints at Santa Clause as an excuse for a last-minute theme. Still, standing in front of what could only be Wednesday Addams’ wardrobe, you were suddenly hit by your lack of interest for any piece of clothes that wasn’t a shade between black and white. Was beige even a color anyway?

For a brief second, you considered wearing your infamous Christmas onesie, basically a fluffy one piece with a zipper, an oversized hood and covered with snowflakes and candy canes. The jokes would never end but no one could blame you for being ‘off theme’, then.

In the end, you settled for a rare “colorful” top which, luckily, happened to be whatever shade of green Christmas trees actually were. It was also skin tight and you knew for a fact it made your chest looks twice its size because of the way the velvet fabric enhanced your waistline. It was nowhere near provocative with its long sleeves and turtle-neck so you figured you could be a little bit more risky with the bottom part of your outfit, grabbing the black mini-skirt you’d bought a week before on a splurge, even though you didn’t know if you’d ever find the confidence to pull it off. It was short, there was no denying that as you turned around in the shop’s fitting room to catch a glimpse at your backside, knowing your whole ass would be exposed if you ever dared to bend down even so slightly.

Still, you felt sexy in it and as a girl who happily traded a sexy dress for yoga pants and an oversized hoodie, any piece of clothes that made you feel good about yourself was an instant buy.

Looking down at your final outfit as it laid down on your bed, a pair of nice ankle boots at the bottom of it, you patted yourself on the back for making the extra effort and walked to the bathroom for a well-deserved boiling shower.  Staring at your reflection in the mirror above the sink, you sighed to yourself as the aftermath of a sleep deprived week and lack of skin care routine or basic maintenance whatsoever hit you like a truck on the highway. Your hair had been wrapped into the same messy bun for days and it would definitely take some professional skills to cover up the bags under your eyes.

Maybe this party was the wake-up call you needed, the equivalent of a Judging look from your mother every time you visited her after a while. You could almost hear her complain about how unhealthy you looked and how you should wear more “flattering” clothes. Ironically, you also knew she would never approve the skirt you intended to wear that night. You remembered just too well that frown she’d given you at your father’s 60th birthday and how you had to gulp an entire bottle of red wine to forget about the fact the woman who gave birth to you had called you a prostitute for wearing a dress above the knees. Sometimes it’d be like that. Family gathering were like a plague, somehow, you just couldn’t escape it and it would either scar you for life or make you wish you were dead.

As you entered the cubicle, the coldness of the tiles hit you, covering your skin with goosebumps and sending shivers down your spine. It took you a couple minutes to adjust as you waited for the water to turn hot enough to coat the mirror with a thick foggy layer. Only then did you relax, letting go of this week’s emotionally charged weight upon your shoulders and focusing on yourself, at last.

It was a fairly long shower as you decided to go through your entire haircare routine instead of a brief, one minute shampoo. Not to mention the fact you also had to shave entirely as it felt like it would be a good way to get rid of this nightmare of a semester, like stepping out of your old skin and into a new one. Usually, body hair was probably too far down the list of your preoccupations to even be noticed but you figured, as you felt surprisingly motivated, now was the right time to make your body smooth as a baby. You actually loved the feeling of a soft, freshly shaved skin.

As you rinsed off the soap, your hands fondling the body parts water failed to reach, your mind unexpectedly wandered through some steamy thoughts as soon as your fingertips grazed your slit, taking some shy dip between your folds. It was no surprise that a simple, barely there stroke would instantly strike your arousal, after all, it had been a while. You shamelessly admitted that your studies had taken over your life, up to the point you’d even find yourself too exhausted for some self-love. Somewhere in your chest of drawers, the small collection of adult toys you owned were probably collecting dust in the middle of your socks and panties, wondering when they’d get to take a swim and make you squirm into your sheets as you hold on to the headboard, biting your lip until it turns white so you don’t scream through climax.

What struck you the most was the fact TomfuckingHolland came to your mind the very second your middle finger met your clit, circling it softly as you felt electricity spark through your legs, making it jolt. Why the hell was his stupid smug splattered all over your unspeakable thoughts when he was, by far, the last man on Earth you’d let come close to your naked self? Let alone in a shower cubicle the size of a shoe-box where you’d have no space whatsoever to escape his heavy, muscular chest.

His body looked ridiculously built for a man with the face of a 13 year-old. Sometimes you’d catch him randomly flex throughout the day, showing off his enormous biceps to anyone willing to praise his impeccable shape. There would be no room for these guns in there, you thought as a brief image of these massive arms shielding you from both side, fists tight against the tiles, came immediately to your mind. What took you by surprise wasn’t to actually picture Tom standing in there with you, naked and definitely willing to make that room a lot steamier, but the fact you slipped a finger into your surprisingly dripping core as soon as you imagined him stepping closer so your bare, sticky chests would meet, his obvious arousal poking at your inner thigh, begging to make an entrance.

You stopped before you inevitably came, even though your body craved for that well-deserved relief. You may have been hornier than you thought, but not nearly horny enough to hand your first orgasm in months on a silver plate to a boy who probably stroked himself in front of a mirror on a daily basis. Your thighs squeezed together where your fingers had left a desperate void, rinsing your entire body with a much colder water, hoping it would bring your sanity back.

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You looked incredible.

It wasn’t just you boosting your ego through a pep talk in front of your mirror back in your dorm this time, and even if you loved to give yourself an encouraging speech, praising whatever features you thought made the cut in the top three of your best assets as you gathered the strength to go out in public in an outfit pretty far from your comfort zone, nothing could ever beat the look people gave you as you walked into the frat house looking like a three courses meal. There was just something about that short time slot where you caught a gaze and knew what that look was all about.

You knew Liza, the head student with a soft spot for athletes so obvious she probably had the entire football team’s handprints tattooed on her skin, just hated to see you get the attention she usually caught. Athletes loved nerdy, smart-ass girls like her, but to her own despair, you actually happened to be one of those, only with a shorter skirt and thicker thighs.

You knew half of Team Jackass was already staring at you, wishing they’d catch a glimpse of whatever you had to offer underneath that impeccable outfit as the soft fabric of your skirt kept rising up, every step bringing you closer to an unfortunate peek at the plain, white cotton undies you had chosen to wear that night.

But above anything, you could most definitely feel someone’s gaze upon you, burning up your skin like lasers trying to scan through your clothes. Suddenly, you felt exposed and with a simple smirk, Tom-Holland came out, strong as ever, just so he could pop out the comforting bubble you had built around you. Of course, he had chosen to wear the tightest white tee-shirt so everyone could distinctively see each of his six, rock-hard abs. Of course, his sleeves were slightly rolled up to enhance his biceps and if you weren’t familiar with his despicable behavior, seeing him flex just so he could kiss the pumped-up mount irrupting from his upper arm like a fresh batch of popcorn on a stove, you could have barfed immediately at the disgusting sight of a man with an ego the size of a fucking comet.

For now, you simply rolled your eyes all the way to the back of your head and watched as he smiled cockily, his hand reaching out for a redhead girl’s cheek even though his eyes were most definitely undressing you from afar. You could tell the girl had dressed to impress as she was tightly wrapped into the just-slutty-enough version of Santa’s outfit. Basically a velvet red dress with a fluffy white strap on top of her bustier. The way she laughed and twirled her long curly strand of hair as she gazed lovingly at Tom was enough for you to know she would soon join the never-ending list of names on his score board.

Shaking your head at how easy it seemed for him to get laid within the first hour of a party, you made your way to the kitchen where the alcohol seemed to be. As expected, most students were already sipping at some questionable cocktail right from the bowl with a straw and since you didn’t feel like going straight for the strong stuff, you settled for a beer, fiddling with the bottle cap for a solid minute before you heard a voice coming from behind your back.

“Need some hand with that, sweetheart?”

The cocky tone and thick accent immediately sent you off as a long, single shiver ran down your spine from the disgusting thoughts it brought along. It had come to the point you couldn’t even stand his stupid voice.

“I’m fine, thanks” you lied, your first still tightly gripped on your sealed beverage.

“You look like you could use some strength…”

Of course, he had to bring up his impressive, spectacular strength within seconds. Maybe he expected you to slow clap, bow down or throw confetti’s all over him for being strong enough to open a beer bottle. What on Earth would you do without his strong, manly hands?

Grinding your teeth as your tongue clicked against your palate out of pure annoyance, you gave him the most unimpressed look as he grabbed the bottle from your hand, popping out the cap hard enough to make it fly off and hit the table with a soft, metallic thump. Smirking to himself, Tom handed you the bottle back, tilting his head as he obviously expected some enthusiastic reaction.

“Do you want a medal or something?”

“A simple ‘thank you’ would be a good start? “He mocked, raising his eyebrows in a way that made your consider throwing the entire bottle at his face to wash away his stupid cockiness.

“Thanks” you simply blurted out, raising your beer slightly before walking away as you took a couple sips. It wasn’t even that cold or remotely good.

Tom watched as you walked away in silence, his eyes inevitably drawn to the way your hips and that glorious ass of yours seemed to wiggle into that daunting skirt. Grazing his thumb over his bottom lip with a smirk, the eager flame in his eyes made his will to take you to a quiet place grow bigger with each step you took.

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The music was getting considerably louder as people were now dancing all over the place, from the staircase to whatever was left of furniture after too many parties hosted in this house.  The constant buzzing sound of chit-chats and laughter was slowly making your head spin as you gulped on your third (or was it the fourth?) Shot of tequila. As expected, Y/BFF/N had wasted no time as she was already clinging to Harrison’s neck, feasting on his mouth like an open buffet. His hands were on her bum, holding on to it for dear life with a strong grip. At least, she was having fun.

Out of boredom and to your own surprise, you had agreed on doing shots with a couple people you knew from class. Not technically what you’d call reliable friends but you always bumped into them at parties where you’d basically chat, and drink. From afar, you could see some people had gathered around a table where Team Jackass had started the inevitable beer pong contest. Nibbling at a piece of lime, hoping it would wash away the burning haze of the tequila, you winced at the sourness as your eyes suddenly locked with Tom’s. He was now holding his arms up on both side, raising one fist through the air as he had clearly won that first round. There was something pathetic about a man in his twenties begging for attention and acting like he was about to claim the gold medal at the Olympics when all he did was throw a feather-weighted plastic ball into a red cup.

All the alcohol in the world would never get you drunk enough to tolerate this guy.

Sometimes, you couldn’t help but think it was a shame to see him act so pitiful when he face was actually okay. Well. He was definitely cute as long as his mouth was shut and his stupid, pretentious smug out of the way. With his soft, chocolate brown eyes, his tousled eyebrows and thin pink lips, he could’ve been a guy you’d be interested in. His brown hair was somehow, always tucked into a snapback or a beanie but you had caught a glimpse of his natural curls once and though it killed you on the inside to admit it, he did look great when he didn’t try too hard to be a complete asshole.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t see him walk towards you.

“We’re doing shots now? “

“Impressive” you frowned, “did you figure it out all by yourself?” you chuckled, swallowing what’s left of lime, basically pulp, in one soft gulp.

“You like to act all smart ass around me, don’t you?”

“Correction: I am, in fact, smart… Not that it’s something you’re familiar with so, pardon me if it’s all too confusing for you… “

“Are you calling me dumb, then?” he was frowning now, his enormous self-centered head deflating under the unexpected pressure of your witty come-back.

“Did you hear the word ‘dumb’ coming out of my mouth?”

“No – but I sure know what I would like to see come in that sweet mouth of yours, darling”

The fact he had the nerves to say that kind of stuff right to your face was enough to piss you off but what caught you off guard was his hand reaching for your face as his thumb delicately grazed your bottom lip, pulling at it just enough for you to taste his fingertip.

“Surely, lime isn’t the only thing you like to suck on?” he smiled, cocky as ever as you could feel actual rage building up from your core and all the way to the back of your throat.

“I suggest you keep your hands off me” you snapped, pushing his hand off your face as he laughed to himself, the raspy sound caught in his throat making you throb against all odds.

“Or what? What you gonna do about it, uh?” he teased, confident as ever, his words coming out of his mouth halfway between a threat and a challenge. His arms were crossed against his chest now, making every inch of muscle he owned just pop out. There was nothing sweet about the way his body was built, and was he ever given the occasion, you knew he could break your spine in half with his one hand. You just wished you’d never thought about it as the filthiest images came to your mind, starting with Tom spinning you around over the sink in the bathroom and pinning you down with his palm pressed between your shoulder blades as he pounded hard and fast into you.

Maybe Tequila had gotten to your head faster than you expected.

“I know girls like you” he started, walking backwards until your back hit the wall and you were completely trapped between his arms, one of his leg parting yours so his knee would slowly graze that spot where your thighs met, claiming his access to that precious part of your body you could definitely feel getting damper against your will.

“What about it?” you asked, slightly more provocative than you had intended.

“You like to act all innocent, pretending you have higher standards…” His breath was warm, wrapped into the thickness of alcohol, curving a ball at the back of his throat so his voice would come out raspier and lower than usual, “… but secretly you just want guys like me to fuck the back of your throat until you choke”.

You felt it. Your pussy throb at the single thought of it. You didn’t want to physically react to these obscene images, words coming out of his mouth filthier than anything you’d ever heard, but still, as hard as you wanted to remain cold and unbothered, there was no denying for the dampness between your thighs. You just hoped he wouldn’t get a chance to notice it.

“You disgust me” it took you all the strength you had to spat back at him, and even then, all he did was smile then chuckle softly to himself as his hand slid up your throat, wrapping it slowly until his thumb pressed itself into the crook under your chin, nesting as it was made to be there.

“Please—are you really going to pretend you’ve never thought about my cock filling up your pretty mouth?” his fingers found your lips again, tracing it slowly as your heartbeat increased with each word, “like you’ve never thought about me when you finger yourself at night” he paused, pinching his bottom lip between his teeth as he tilted his head, his mouth coming closer to your hear with a dark whisper “I know you do, baby… I know you touch yourself thinking of me, wishing those fingers were mine, diving into your dripping cunt… Touching spots you could only wish you’d reach… how I would spread those lips open and run my tongue all over your slit….” A warm breeze brushed your neck as a cursed laugh escaped his lips, making you squirm unexpectedly, “I bet you taste so sweet, I would never get enough of that glorious pussy…”

By now, you were wrapped into the intoxicating scent of his cologne. It was strong and manly as expected, yet comforting in a way you didn’t want to think about. You didn’t want to picture yourself wearing that grey hoodie he loved to wear after a game, his perfume raining over your bare chest as you’d lazily ride him on his dorm bed after you’d get bored of whatever movie you’d settled for, pushing your panties to the side as he couldn’t be bothered taking it off completely. You didn’t want to picture him unzipping that same hoodie, palming your boob with one of his strong hands as his mouth sucked on your nipple until your soft, delicate skin turned red from all the biting marks. You didn’t want to feel yourself stretch around his rock-hard cock as he’d lift your legs up to wrap it around his neck, because he’s that kind of jerk who likes to show off even when he’s completely buried inside of you, that kind of complete asshole who loves to remind you just how deep he can go, smirking to himself as he hits your special spot over and over and over…. until you beg for him to stop. That kind of utterly disgusting dickhead who’d never stop, because he knows that, deep down, you just want him to keep going.

“Now you can tell me you’re not already wet… But we both know that’s a lie” he smiled again and as you felt his hand going down, palming you through your top and all the way down to the front of your skirt, you finally decided to come to your senses and grabbed his wrist into your tight fist, stopping him just in time before he’s reached the only approval he truly needed.

“Go to hell, Holland” you snapped, using all of your strength to push him off and walk away.

You didn’t turn back to see him chuckle at the sight of your flushed face.

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The coldness of water came as a shock as you bent over the sink in the bathroom, splashing your face until it didn’t feel like your skin was on fire. Grabbing a towel, you patted your cheeks and forehead, staring at the reflection in front of you. You definitely looked flustered, like you had just run a marathon when all you really did was to suffer through your archenemy’s evil little game.

Usually, you would have just brushed it off and that’d be it. But tonight, for some reason, you just couldn’t seem to shake him off your thoughts, his voice still echoing through your head like a curse without a cure. Outside the bathroom, you could hear the muffled sound of music and screams coming from the living room as beer-pong had turned into strip-pong with everyone removing a piece of clothes every time the ball missed the cup. Typical, drunken behavior. Soon enough these parties would turn into a massive orgy and it wouldn’t even come out as a big surprise.

Freshen up a little had helped you settle your thoughts back into place but still, your body didn’t seem to catch a break as the build-up tension and frustration Tom had caused within your core was yet to be released. There was no denying that your toys would have come handy if you were back to your dorm room as it felt like your pussy kept clenching for no reason, like the gaping mouth of the thirstiest man in the middle of a drought. You knew how bad you needed to put it out of its misery but if you thought undressing for a ping pong game was bad, what would happen if anyone walked on you literally fingering yourself in the bathroom of a frat-house? No one would shut up about it.

Tom would certainly not. Shut. Up. About. It. Ever.

You pressed your thighs together, hoping for some sort of relief as his words came back haunting you, thinking about how your hand had found its way between your legs earlier in the shower, the very second you had thought about his body pushing you up against the tiles. Is that what he was to you, now? A fantasy? Would you become another disgusting cliché of a girl begging for the typical frat boy to fuck her at a party because she couldn’t handle his dirty mouth?

Then you thought about your best-friend and how the last time you’d seen her, she was heading upstairs with Harrison, giggling, her lipstick smudged all over her chin after making out heavily on the couch up to the point everyone was starting to wonder whether they should be charged for that kind of peep-show or just roll with it. How she was probably getting fucked in his bedroom while you were standing alone in a bathroom, dripping wet for a man you hated down to the very bottom of your guts.

The door swung open abruptly, making you jump.

“So that’s where you’ve been hiding!” Tom smiled, walking in.

“Can’t a girl have some privacy?”

“I need to take a piss, you’re the one standing out there doing nothing” he joked, walking to the toilets with his hands already fiddling with the zipper of his pants.

“Hum, excuse me?” you spat, widening your eyes as you realized he was genuinely about to use the toilets with you still standing a few meters away.

“I said I needed to take a piss… So either you just stand there watching, which I don’t mind really… or you can get out?” he pointed his chin towards the door, unbothered as he casually pulled his dick out of his boxers.

Both infuriated and shocked, you turned around as there was no point leaving the room now that his whole junk was out and already halfway through it.

“Do you have to be that disgusting? Really you’re such a pig!” you complained as you heard him sigh with relief before the toilet flush broke the most awkward silence of your entire existence.

“Don’t worry darling, I’ll clean it up real nice just for you…” he smiled even though you still had your back turned to him. You heard him use the tap, washing his hands for a considerably long amount of time. At least he wasn’t one of those filthy rats who thought basic hygiene was optional.

“What were you doing by the way?” he finally asked, grabbing the towel to your left, “touching yourself thinking about me?”

You turned around to face his cocky face once more, this time with a furious need to slap it. Hard.

“You know I’ve seen you walking around campus a couple times, Y/N… Those big jumpers and yoga pants you like to wear don’t do that body any justice, but this?” he circled his finger in the air, pointing out her entire outfit “this, I like to see… and if you weren’t being a little brat I would gladly pull up that skirt up to your waist and have you there, above the sink…”

“I’m being a brat?” you scoffed. That was rich, coming from the ultimate king of bratty assholes.

“Well you call it whatever you like but denying yourself something you truly need just to prove a point seems a little childish…” he shrugged, shoving his hands into this jeans pocket and giving you a perfect glimpse at the veins running up his arms and disappearing underneath his rolled up sleeves.

“You think all girls are begging for you to fuck them? Really?”

“Probably, yeah, and who could blame them really? I have a great cock and I’ve never had a single bad review about the way I use it…” he smiled, with the arrogance of a king sitting on a throne of indecency.

“You’re so full of yourself… it’s insane” you shook your head with pure disgust.

“Then go ahead and prove it”

“Prove what, exactly?”

“That you’re not dripping wet as we speak…”

Point taken.

You were, indeed, dripping wet and soon enough, you’d have some serious explaining to do as the thin cotton fabric of your underwear was now soaked with your unsolicited arousal. Even though your head was filled with hateful thoughts and resentment for Tom, it felt like your body would not stop begging for his touch, dragging him closer like two pieces of magnets on a fridge. Unconsciously, you were now standing a couple inch away from his face, so close you could actually smell the soft mixt of menthol and alcohol from his breath. There was no point denying the obvious tension between you two as you looked like you were about to break into a passionate kiss but now it was just a fight between your will for self-preservation and your body, aching to be touched.

And so you heard yourself say these words you never thought you’d say, like you were standing in the audience as your other self was performing on stage, making some questionable decisions you weren’t 100% okay with.

“Which one’s your bedroom?”

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You could have fought longer, for the sake of your personal values, but as your feet were swiped off the ground, your back hitting the door as it closed behind you with a loud slam, all of your good sense and respectable choices just vanished as much filthier thoughts buried them for good.

Your legs were wrapped around his waist as his hands had wasted no time and found their way under your top, fondling your breast with the hunger of a wolf. Your lips attached to his, you moaned louder than expected as he pushed himself a little harder against you, the obvious stiffness of his crotch pressing against your aching core. Your skirt had risen up to your waist from spreading your legs a little too wide, flashing your white panties as it was now so soaked you could definitely see the outline of your lips, the thin fabric sticking to your slit. Catching your breath, heavy pants breaking your kiss, you looked into Tom’s eyes only to see nothing but pure, absolute lust in them. As you tugged at his brown locks, a couple strand curling slightly at the back of his neck, you watched as his snapback fell to the floor with a thump, unleashing his brown untamed mane.

Suddenly, he didn’t seem so bad, groaning slightly as your fingers scrapped the back of his neck, your lips sucking on his throat for good measures. With his head tilted back slightly, it felt like Tom was getting soft for a while, caving in so you could take control over him. Unfortunately, that didn’t last long as he suddenly traced a hand all the way down to your inner thigh, immediately pushing your panties to the side with his middle finger.

“I knew it…” he smiled, sliding his finger along your slit as you wrapped it up with a glistening coat of arousal. You knew he had won the minute he felt just how wet you were for him, but when it should have been upsetting, you just didn’t care. All you needed now was to feel his cock filling you up in any way he wanted, “who made you this wet, darling?” he smiled, pulling at your bottom lip with his teeth.

“Don’t be a brat…” you complained as you could see some mischief in the way he looked at you.

“Just say it” he insisted “I want to hear you say out loud just how wet I make you” this wasn’t a request, but an order. And for some obscure reason you didn’t want to figure out, it somehow turned you on even more.

“You…” you started, biting your lip out of nerves, or out of excitement, you weren’t sure quite yet. “You make me so wet, Tom” you almost moaned, pushing yourself a little harder against his hand when he failed to give you exactly what you needed. His fingers. Buried deep inside of you.

“Hmm” Tom groaned, two of his digits spreading your lips apart at a torturing slow pace, “I like the sound of that…” his knuckles were barely halfway when you buckled your hips off the door, begging for more, “what’s that darling? Tell me what you want…” he was whispering by now, slowly pushing his fingers into your desperate slit, “I want to hear you beg for it…”

You felt him push deeper, curving his fingers into a hook every time he reached your g-spot. By now you were so aroused you just knew it would take you more than a couple stroke to cum heavily into his awaiting palm. You could hear the sloppy sound of your own wetness every time he slammed his slick, extremely skilled digits back into your throbbing pussy. His lips curved into a hasty smile as he could feel you literally drip all over his palm and wrist.

“I want you… I want you so much” you barely managed to whimper as he increased the pace, his wrist working its magic between your thighs.

“Hmm hmm? I’m gonna need you to be more specific baby… what exactly do you want?” his thumb grazed your clit for a brief second and that was enough for you to squeal under his touch, making you clench suddenly around his fingers, “say you want my cock” he almost growled as you felt his hard-on twitch against your thigh, begging to be freed.

“I want your cock” you immediately wimped, your own words sending shivers down your spine as you twitched with anticipation, “I want it so, so bad…”

“Good girl…” he hummed, slowing down the pace so he could add a third finger, stretching you out slightly this time, “d’you think you can take it though? It’s pretty big…” he smiled, twisting his hand just enough so he could dig himself a path.

You simply nodded, unable to speak anymore, but as you were about to beg for more, Tom removed his hand, leaving you frustrated and hornier than ever. His face changed suddenly as he watched you pout, his hand reaching up for your lips.

“What about that pretty mouth, then? You think it may fit?” he smiled, spreading your lips apart so you could taste yourself on his soaked fingers. You immediately obliged, sucking at it, one by one, never keeping your eyes off him. When he shoved three of his digits, watching as your tongue twirled around it, cleaning it off completely, you could definitely tell his eyes had gotten darker, filled with unspeakable thoughts you would be begging to hear soon.

“You’re gonna let me fuck that pretty face?” he added, removing his fingers from your mouth so he could give you a soft, cheeky slap on the cheek. You nodded, obedient as ever. “Say it” he commanded, louder this time, “say you want my cock inside your mouth”.

“I want it… I want your cock inside my mouth” you pouted, only because you knew he loved to see you beg like a spoiled little princess. You’d seen it in his eyes, the way he looked at you every time you tilted your head to fake an innocence that was long gone.

Tom stepped back, walking away slowly as he watched you standing there, flustered, your hair all over the place, panting out of lust and frustration. Pulling his shirt off, you watched as his impressive chest unveiled in front of you. Abs like rocks, a thin strand of hair tracing a path from his navel to his crotch, disappearing under his jeans, his impeccable V-line bringing images you never thought you had within yourself. As he pushed his hair back, daunting you with his a look half way between arrogance and disdain, it felt like all signs of dignity had left your brain as all you could think about was to crawl to the floor and beg for his cock.

“What you’re waiting for then, Darling?” he smiled, unzipping his flies as he watched you walk towards him and get on your knees within seconds.

Your hands pulled at his jeans until it finally pooled around his ankles. Looking up to stare into his eyes, you felt both small and powerful, submissive but in control as you were now responsible for this man pleasure. It was up to you whether he’ll get to cum or not. But as you considered edging him as an option, Tom wasted no time in remembering you who was actually in charge.

“Are you gonna be a good girl for me?” he sighed, grabbing your hair into a fist as his other hand stroked his cock through the cotton fabric of his boxers. You could tell he was just horny as you were as a couple pre-cum had already stained his briefs, turning it into a darker shade of grey.

Again, you nodded, removing his hand so you could replace it with yours, palming him through his briefs as he growled against your touch. He was big. Actually much bigger than you expected but somehow, you were up for a challenge. Tracing the outline of his cock with your fingers tips, you felt him push his hands on the back of your head, forcing you to come closer to his crotch.

“I want to fuck your pretty little mouth so, so bad” he groaned as you unexpectedly ran your tongue all over his stiff through the fabric, feeling it twitch as you palmed his balls. By now he was so hard you could feel the veins tracing a dirty road up to his leaking head as Tom started grinding slowly against your mouth, messing up your hair with his desperate fists.

When you pulled down his boxers, you took a couple seconds to stare at his glorious manhood, hard and pressed against his abdomen where it curved slightly, your mouth watering with a thirst you could have never pictured, especially when standing in Tom Holland’s bedroom. And yet, you couldn’t wait to have this magnificent piece of flesh filling up your mouth.

“Like what you see?” Tom smirked, boasting as ever but immediately squinting his eyes with a deep growl the minute he felt your tongue licking at the base, slowly going up until you finally bobbed on his creaming head.

You had always been good at this, giving head. Not that all of your partners would give you a proper review in the morning, pointing out your highs and lows, but there were just things men couldn’t do, like hiding the fact they were just having the time of their lives. And right now, Tom actually looked like there was nowhere else in the world he would rather be than standing here, with his cock in your mouth.

Twirling your hand at the base where you mouth couldn’t go just yet, you started bobbing up and down his shaft, sucking your cheeks in so your mouth would pop every time his dick came out. You had quickly figured out a couple things about Tom, including the fact he just seemed to love it dirty and noisy. You could actually hear him growl louder, his fist tightening its grip into your hair every time he slipped off your lips, only for him to shove it back a little harder and definitely deeper with each thrust.

“That’s it baby… Just like that… you’re such a good girl…”

You were a good girl, indeed. Always had been. Straight-A’s student from day one, the pride and joy of your parents, spending most of your week-ends doing some volunteer work whenever it was needed while being a caring, polite girl who never did anything wrong. Right choices only.

Or so you thought. Obviously, tonight would be always marked as the only questionable decision on your impeccable path to perfection. But still, as Tom grabbed your face with both hands to push himself deeper and all the way down your throat, making you gasp for air slightly, you had no regrets.

You stayed still for as long as your lungs could handle it, holding on to his firm, muscular buttocks as you swallowed him all. Looking down on you, Tom was left speechless as his cock stretched your cheeks out, his balls resting into your palm as you twitched them slowly, making it jolt with both pain and pleasure. When you felt like you were about to gag, you pushed yourself back, gasping for air as you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. Your cheeks felt numb and yet it missed the feeling of being stretched out already.

“Hmmm baby look at you…. you think you’re ready for it?”

“Yeah” was all you could blurt out. Yes to anything he wanted. You were prepared. You longed for it.

Looking around as Tom started pumping himself, getting ready for you, spitting into his palm to lube himself up so your lips wouldn’t drag along his shaft too much, you just couldn’t believe you were there, kneeling on the navy carpet of Tom Holland’s bedroom, the epitome of the ultimate frat boy. A huge flag from his favorite sports team was hanging above his bed, his never-ending hats collection sitting on wooden shelves by the wall like it was some kind of “frat boy starter pack” Art exhibition. In the corner of the room, you caught an unexpected glimpse at a guitar. It looked fairly new, but never in a million years would you have pictured Tom playing guitar. On his desk, his laptop was still open on a Spotify tab where you’d probably find a playlist based on some typical white boy rap music but against all odds, the room looked neat compared to what you had in mind.

“You look so beautiful” he sighed, out of nowhere, and to be completely honest, had your mouth not been filled with his dick, you would have probably picked up your jaw from the floor. Taking him all in once more, you just pretended you couldn’t hear, sparing you some awkward misunderstanding. Maybe those words were actually directed to his dick. After all, the boy loved himself just that much.

His hands were all over your face, wiping tears from your eyes every time he hit the back of your throat a little too hard, stroking your cheeks, massaging the back of your neck, roaming through your tangled hair as your kept up with his reckless pace, his hips swinging back and forth while you remained completely still so you could take him like a champ.

“God, I love to see you choke on my cock….” He gritted through his teeth “so…so hot…” you could tell he was getting sloppier now, pumping in and out of your mouth abruptly then a lot more slower as a couple twitch from his cock gave you a hint of his upcoming grand finale.

By now, you were a slippery mess, the taste of pre-cum hitting your throat as you dribbled all over his shaft, obscene sounds of suction coming out of your mouth every time he pushed himself out and back in all over again.

“F----uuuuck….fuck baby I’m gonna come!” he grunted, the sudden high-pitch of his broken voice driving you insane as you pushed yourself up a little so you could open your mouth wider, expecting him to fill it up soon enough. “D’you want me to cum in your mouth? Uh?” again, he gave you a little slap on the cheek, not quite hard enough for you to feel any pain. You nodded, moaning whatever came close to a “yes” as every single inch of your mouth was filled with Tom.

You heard him whimper, twitching a couple times, harder with his thrust as his hand fisted into your hair abruptly throughout his climax. Looking up to see his face, your eyes locked with his as he came all over your tongue, raining down your throat with a couple last, sloppy thrusts.

“Oh fuck! Fuck fuck fuck fuuu------“

Your eyes immediately teared up as you tried your best to swallow every drop of cum he had to give, the corner of your lips dripping like an overflowing sink.

Then there was a complete silence.

As you wiped your mouth off the thick, warmness of his cum, you felt him kneel to your side, then sit. Both of you looked completely exhausted, drained from every ounce of energy you had left.

“Well, that wasn’t half bad… for a little brat” he spoke again, and you just couldn’t believe he had gathered the energy to say this when he could have chosen silence.

Laughing quietly to yourself so you wouldn’t slap him across the face, you decided not to fuel him up and remained quiet instead. His hair had gone curlier than heaver, his glistening red face making him look like any cute boy you could easily fall for.

“I’ve got a feeling we’re gonna see a lot more of you at frat parties now?” he spoke again, and though it truly pissed you off to admit it, you just knew this wasn’t a one-time thing. For all you knew, this, was barely a prequel to a long, bumpy story of a good girl gone bad.

All because of Tom-fucking-Holland.

[acelucky]

I’m going to be on a little bit of a hiatus from Tumblr for a few days, I’m just exhausted mentally and physically. I’ve been ill, had very little sleep, helped my dad move house amongst other things.

The other thing is related to the football, I’ll keep this brief (I was going to write a much longer post but don’t have the energy). Here’s the thing, I am so excited and anxious about the game tonight! Whether England win or lose I’m proud of the team and the amount of joy/hope it’s brought the nation (especially kids) during this difficult time with the pandemic and everything else, has been incredible and a beautiful thing to witness.

Walking along the streets where I live there’s loads of flags, bunting etc. as well as loads of flags and football shirts coloured in by children, children’s messages of hope and love for football. I think that’s why some of the anti England football posts are getting to me and setting my anxiety off.

Generally speaking I find anti-English/anti-British posts/memes/jokes hilarious and I’m British. I reblog quite a few, I know how to take a joke, how to recognise context, take things with a pinch of salt and to go ‘fuck, I’m British and I hate us too’. Especially as a comedian you have to learn how to laugh at yourself and not get upset about everything or take it personally. 

However, the football posts (some of them) have really triggered my anxiety - on the train home from a comedy gig on Wednesday I started hyper-ventilating after England’s win and seeing some of the posts on here. I just felt so sad and panicky. This is the first time I’ve experienced this with those kinds of posts on tumblr/social media - again, usually I laugh/join in and reblog.

I know it sounds so silly, I’m 32 years old for god’s sake but it’s just affected me so much. I know why. I’m a massive football fan and more importantly a massive Portsmouth Football Club fan, I had a season ticket for years, I’ve been to Wembley with my dad numerous times and travelled to various grounds.

Football meant the world to me as a child/teenager when I was bullied mercilessly in school, when my mother died, when I was exposed to pretty serious mental health conditions etc. It was football at the weekend with my dad and brother that gave me hope, the footballers who made me smile and made me believe things would get better. I’ve even started to write a book on my love of Portsmouth FC/football in general.

It was being a fan of football that meant the boys in my year didn’t bully me and stood up for me. I won a trophy at a Easter Portsmouth FC football training thing for kids, I was the only girl there and it gave me so much confidence and made me believe.

Portsmouth FC did and do so much for the community, for charity etc. And that’s the thing, football is about community, it’s about coming together and being British it’s important to remember that football is (or at least was and still tries to cling to these roots) a sport of the working classes and accessible for all. 

During my gap year to New Zealand my dad made me pack my Pompey shirt so I had a piece of home with me - I also took my shirt to NZ when I was 14 and my photo of me inside bag end is in the shirt! Through wearing the shirt I met Pompey fans in NZ, USA & Oz, I made friends, football was like a universal language!

I remember crying when I was younger at world cups/euros when England lost, just as children will cry tonight regardless of who wins. But the child in me is so excited for tonight and I won’t apologise for that.

All of the above being said, I am so fucking cross at the England fans who are using the football as an excuse to act like hooligans, especially during a Pandemic when all restrictions haven’t been lifted. Of course there’s a long history in England (well Britain in general) of football and violence/gangs/hooligans, but that’s a story for another day,

I hate that some idiot fans boo the other nationalities national anthems. I hate that the English always drink too much and smash things up, get violent - they are an absolute embarrassment. I hate the fact that some England fans use football to mask their racism. It fucks me off so much as, as usual it’s the small percentage who ruin it for the rest of us, it’s these absolute cunts who make all England fans look bad - and again the most upsetting thing here is that a lot of the good fans are children, families etc. 

As always the players, sports commentators, ex players etc. have asked fans not to boo, asked them to be respectful and so on...and as always some won’t listen. I just hope it isn’t too embarrassing and that no one gets hurt etc. But judging by all the singing I’ve been hearing so far today and car horns (nothing wrong with either of those) and the embarrassing scenes outside of Wembley with people trying to storm the stadium without tickets...a chance would be a fine thing. 

But sat at home with my cat and husband, I’m so excited for the game, whether England win or lose I’ll enjoy it. If Italy win i’ll be so happy for them too. I’m taking a hiatus because I know whatever the score, Tumblr is probably going to become a bit of a cesspit of insufferable gloating or insufferable hatred. My mental health needs a break from all this noise and nonsense. Posts have just been setting off my anxiety too frequently and leaving me feel scared, inadequate, like I don’t belong, useless and experiencing self-loathing. So for a few days I choose to enjoy peace and just being with people IRL. 

Love, football chants and peace x

P.S. Yes I put It’s coming home in the tags, no I won’t apologise, it’s an absolute banger of a tune and associated with family, friends and a lot of happy/silly memories. 

[vomiwrites]

Hi everyone! I’m Vomi (or V) and I’m applying as both the Charlie Hunnam fc and the Henry Cavill fc :D I’ve only just come back to RPing after a 2 year hiatus so it’s been a bit of an adjustment, but I’m really excited for this!

JACQUES “JAC” LEBEAU

Full name: Jacques Baptiste LeBeau // Jac for short.

36 year old dummy. Fights for a living. Recently made Lieutenant for the Dixie Mafia.

#BigAriesEnergy. Likes rock and roll, motorcycles, liquor, and pretty women.

Grew up in the heartland of Cajun country and has the accent to prove it.

Is a fraternal twin. Literally they couldn’t be more dissimilar - his grandma used to call them night and day because of the difference in their hair colors and personalities.

His mother was a meth addict who died from an accidental overdose five months after Jac and his brother were born, so they were sent to live with their grandparents in Lafayette, Louisiana.

Was an edgelord growing up (still is lbr). Got into fights, acted up in class, basically he was that asshole - you know the one.

His grandparents got him into boxing with the hope that it would get him to stop fighting in the streets, but old boy still wanted to act out of pocket, so that was a bust.

He eventually got kicked out of school and sent to juvie. He met a kid that worked with the Dixies and got said kid to hook him up with them after they got out.

He basically ran errands for the DM, but eventually hustled his way up until he was given an official rank.

Made friends with the cohorts that he liked, but he doesn’t like that many people so it’s not saying much. The feeling is mutual for a lot of people in the mafia - he’s not exactly Mr. Congeniality.

He has a problem with authority and enjoys pressing people’s buttons so it took him years to actually climb the ladder from Associate to Lieutenant.

Now that he has an ounce of power, he’s definitely taking advantage of it by being a dick to anyone who ranks under him; especially the newbies - think Ben Affleck’s character in Dazed and Confused only dialed down a lil.

Jac’s not actually as bad as he wants people to think he is. He cares about his mafia family - even the people that he doesn’t get along with (which is most). He’s very much a tough on the outside, mushy on the inside sort of dude.

Just for some added drama, he recently learned that his brother - now a cop - is also living in Atlanta.

Positives: Charming, Loyal, Athletic, Genuine, Passionate.

Negatives: Volatile, Aggressive, Stubborn, Violent, Difficult.

ALEXANDER SUMMERS

Answers to Alex. Or Summers. Or Farm boy. Take your pick.

Was raised on an actual farm in a small town outside of Atlanta. His life was basically Stardew Valley irl.

Sweet little Pisces bby. Animal lover. Reads a lot of poetry. A lil shy, but very friendly. Probably likes long walks on the beach.

Both of his parents worked in law enforcement. His father was the town’s deputy chief.

Basically grew up in a perfect, All-American Brady Bunch-esque household. Has one younger sister and a whole gaggle of younger cousins who essentially lived at his house growing up.

Is a bit of a nerd - he loves reading and always enjoyed studying when he was in school. Was a straight A student and captain of the math team.

He also enjoys sports and joined the high school football team his freshman year.

Got a scholarship to play football at a university in Atlanta. He intended to become a Veterinarian, but then a whole lotta shit went down and that was that on that.

During his Sophomore year in college, his parents were severely injured in a shootout outside of their town. His father had been beyond saving and eventually succumbed to his wounds. His mother was left paralyzed with a severe brain injury.

Turns out the Dixie Mafia had been involved. Oops.

This basically led Alex to seek a career in the FBI. It took him years to actually become a full-fledged agent.

Found a small apartment in the city and adopted a dog. He named her Peeves because of an old joke his father used to tell him when he was kid. “This is my pet, Peeves!”

Dude is out for some serious vengeance against any and all criminal organizations in Georgia. He leads the FBI’s gang task force now and won’t rest until he gets every last person affiliated with the Dixie Mafia and the Italian Mob locked up. #Notallmobsters.

Currently working on an undercover sting to infiltrate the Dixie Mafia.

Positives: Kind, Intelligent, Charismatic, Honorable, Gallant.

Negatives: Vindictive, Enigmatic, Obsessive, Withdrawn, Dogmatic.

[urumisu]

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🏀- Muse playing a sport

urumisu would be Very good at volleyball, tennis, soccer i think--naturally, also, rhythmic gymnastics! 

and also cheerleading >B) and ice-skating!

fu couldnt care Less for sports--but he does like rollerblading and skateboading! and heelying.  ironically, though, he’s only okay at ice-skating--still a bit wobbly!

if he was asked, he would join in on a game of basketball!

kibito i’m dying imagining playing some sort of kaishin version of rugby and just mowing everyone down because lets be honest, kibito--between him, south supreme kai, and, like, fuwa--? he’s easily one of the physically biggest shin-jin we’ve seen, most shin-jin being, like.. petite and/or short in build. man is probably a MONSTER in most physical kai sports games

he also likes ping pong but hes not very good at it--

android 16 would love a game of basketball as well! and hockey! he’s excellent at most games because where does AI exist the most commonly for the average person?? in video games. he’s Basically an irl CPU player, except the difficultly is stuck on max setting. there is no changing it. Strap In, Kids!

gramma fuckign LOVES SPORTS, especially wrestling! he excels and enjoys most every ball-centric game like soccer or backetball or football or w/e have u tbh. i’d say he’d love to watch hockey, but can’t ice skate for shit.

he’s play a lot of sports and games with his siblings when he was younger living on his farm! and i can imagine down-time between missions on the frieza force meant.. ‘recreational team bonding activities’ like organized sports, so!

Careful Though , as Sports are one Guaranteed way to bring out gramma’s usually hidden but Surprisingly Potent Competitive Side