#nothing good ever happens after 2am

[kijiboop]

Time and social awareness may have tempered my enjoyment of How I Met Your Mother, but something from it still rings true: nothing good ever happens after 2am.

I stayed up way too late last night/this morning because my partner is staying with family, so my schedule was all thrown off. When I finally went to bed, it was well past two and I could feel it.

I’ve struggled with depression my entire life. I’m medicated for it and have spent a lot of time learning to avoid situations that trigger it. But here I was, 2am and spiraling.

It started with thoughts I’ve had during my more lucid moments, doubts about my abilities as a writer in particular and as a creator in general. I realized a few weeks ago that a lot of my troubles creatively come down to being naive. Still. At 41. I don’t know how the world works outside of my own little slice of it and trying to write outside my experience results in awkwardness and weak plots.

2am with my cat on my face, I decided to give up. Quietly in tears, I said there was no point trying anymore. I’ve had a lot of encouragement over the years from friends and family, a particularly talented mentor, my mother. I could hear what they would say because neither of them pull punches (for which I am intensely grateful). Arthur would acknowledge my shortcomings, agree that I’ve got a long way to go but my stories are worth telling. Mom would say much the same.

But how far can I reach outside myself? My best writing has been fanfiction, limited to someone else’s worlds and ideas. Every time I’ve tried to write my own worlds, my own stories, it falls apart. And nobody reads any of it anyway.

So… why bother? What’s the point if my audience is just me?

[quilloa]

hmmm.

[miercolaes]

HAPPY NEW YEAR !! it's new years eve for me at the moment and i know some countries have already entered 2024 (timezones still baffle me), but i wanted to thank you all for an amazing year. i started writing wednesday in december of last year and for some reason, you people still write with me. i loved loved loved this journey and some of you helped me in more ways than you'll ever know. but i'm glad to have met all of you and if i haven't bothered you yet, i will bother you in this new year.

2023 was a good year and returning to this hellsite to write was one of the best choices i've made. i'm so glad for all of you. for being patient, for being kind, for spending time with me even if we're far away. this year i've reconnected with an old writing partner which is crazy because we met on another platform and the internet is vast, so what were the chances?

so i'm here to tell you that everything will fall into place at the right time. there will be downs, but only because you were up. and the ups will come again. whatever you do, whatever path you take, i want you to know that it'll all be alright. and someone out there is grateful for you and your existence. i'm wishing you all a happy new year and i can't wait to see / hear what 2024 has in store for us.

[theinternetisfulloftrash]

Not my hubs diving under the sheets and between my legs tonight mimicking the fucking theme music from Jaws.

[rosiesmuts]

After Dark

BLACKPINK Rosé  Words: 3,000  Tags: 🍑

Whoever said nothing good happens past 2AM has clearly never met one Park Chaeyoung. An unexpected knock on your door brought upon the greatest present a man could ask for.

"Hello Rosie."

"Fuck you. You know I hate when you call me that." A side eye reserved for only the most despicable is thrown your way.

"Oh I know. Why do you think I keep doing it?"

Rosé sucks her teeth, scoffing in your direction as she pushes you out of the way to invade your living space.

"So why are you here? Didn't you just get back from your tour?" You already knew the answer, but you wanted her to say the words out loud.

"What are you? Some kind of fucking stalker?" She's always the quick witted one, never making it easy with a game of cat and mouse.

"I'm the stalker? I'm not the one who shows up unannounced at people's houses in the middle of the night."

An idol with multiple talents, one of them lesser known to the general public–able to switch from devil to angel in a blink of an eye. She stares you down, her hips swaying side to side as the distance between the two of you dwindles. Your back is against the wall, her tight little body is pressed against yours, her knee raised up right under your crotch to trap you in place. Both hands roam underneath your shirt, her nails harshly digging in as she feels around your chest.

"Oh? You don't want me here? I can take a hint, just tell me to leave and I'll get out of your hair…" 

Her angelic voice didn't match her devilish actions, her fingers nimbly trail down your chest and stomach. She works her left hand into the elastic of your sweatpants–wrapping her delicate fingers around your shaft, squeezing it tightly but refusing to stroke. Her other hand cups your face, you’re left wondering how the situation flipped so quickly.

“So should I leave?” 

Fuck. You shake your head, which brings the divine feeling of her hand methodically pumping away. It's an incredible thing. How a woman so tiny could have you wrapped around the palm of her hand. In an instant, your pants are wrapped around your ankles, she's on her knees, her gaze staring into your soul looking up into your eyes. 

Her soft fingertips gently graze against your balls, her warm breath lingering around the tip of your cock. You're left speechless, completely enamored by the gorgeous face nearly pressed against you. She spits on your cock, using slow agonizing strokes, and repeating this process until it's completely lathered in saliva. 

Rosé continuously teases, little flicks of her tongue gathering up every drop of precum. Her eye contact never breaks, opening up her mouth, merely seconds away from her lips wrapped around. The power of her seductive eyes was too strong, your eyes closed, head leaned back, already imagining the heavenly embrace of her warm mouth.

Your eyes pop wide open. ‘What the fuck?’ Your immediate thought when what was supposed to be immeasurable pleasure is instead met with great pain. She lets out an evil laugh, her grip on your balls ever tightening.

"You think I came all the way here to suck your cock?" She spits on your cock again, this time any sense of seduction gone and replaced with only disgust. Your face contorted in displeasure, the stranglehold of your precious jewels solely left to her whims. 

A groan of frustration as Rosé pops back to her feet, dragging you by the cock into the bedroom. Even in the shroud of darkness, she’s easily able to navigate your quarters, instinctively finding her way onto your bed. 

“Don’t waste my time.”

Her voice could only be described as a cold and emotionless jeer. But that couldn’t take away what was presented right in front of you. A beautiful sight that no words could ever sully: Rosé bent over on all fours, her delectable body just waiting to be taken. 

How easy it would be to go dive right in. But that's exactly what she wants. A little bit of payback was required. She needed to be teased, tested, to be shown who was in charge. 

Simple light kisses on the nape of her neck causes her whole body to tense up with light moans fluttering about. The flimsy fabric separating you from greatness stands no chance, easily torn in half and tossed away, the cost of the designer garment not even in consideration. Your lips trail down covering every surface of her slim back with gentle kisses, reaching your hands around, small sensitive nubs hardening in between two fingers. When you reach the small of her back, there’s a lingering pause for two different reasons:  taking in the visual perfection of her body and to leave her longing for more. 

The second obstacle. Another piece of flimsy fabric standing in your way, but this time you keep them on for one simple reason–they needed to be soaked through with her juices. Through the most frustrating barrier, two fingers gently graze against her outer lips, her moistness already seeping through to coat your fingertips and down her thighs.

"Is this what you wanted?" You ask, feeling the warmth radiating off of her. 

She's clearly enjoying it, letting out light moans, but she shakes her head, wagging her butt back and forth.

Every fiber in your being was telling you to stop, to torture her as she did to you just a moment ago. But her cute little ass was simply too irresistible. Too delicious to even think about stopping now, pulling down her panties just enough to expose that cute little ass. 

“Oh my gosh!”

She screams out from just the first light lick–an unexpectedly cute response to this otherwise depraved activity. This was your specialty, the thing that set you apart from all the nobodies who didn’t have Park Chaeyoung bent over in their bed. Rosé moans softly as your tongue explores her innermost depths. Each flick of your tongue soft and gentle, yet sending waves of pleasure through her body. She’s caught under your spell, your tongue like a magic wand, caressing her most intimate and sensitive areas with a skill that leaves her trembling and wanting more.

Every lick and caress sends her further into the abyss of bliss, completely at your mercy and you knew it. Her body tenses as you continue your ministrations–your tongue alternates from circles and figure eights, teasing and tantalizing her in ways like your life depended on it. The plan coming into great fruition, her panties completely soaked through, steady streams of delicious liquid flowing down her legs.

“Feels so good…” she let out, unable to catch her words until it was too late.

“What was that?” you pause, taking great pleasure in seeing Rosé quiver beneath you.

She’s close, it’s painfully obvious, you know her body more than she likes to admit. Her fingers dig into the sheets, tethering on the cusp of release–her heavy moans grow louder and louder as you worship her ass. Her inhibitions melting away with each passing second of your warm tongue tracing circles around her most sensitive hole. But then you remembered how cruel she could be. Her budding orgasm is only met with disappointment when you take your tongue away, gasping out in shock as you rip her panties into pieces, placing your hand firmly across her ass. 

"Tell me what you are Rosie." You command, your voice low, yet authoritative, your hand rubbing her ass with wicked intent. 

Again that name. You knew what response it would invoke, each party fighting for just the slightest edge of control. The look of anger in her eyes tells the whole story, her gaze piercing your soul while looking back at you with vitriol. She knows exactly what you want to hear, but refuses to give in, gritting her teeth as she shakes her head. What comes next is something she hates, yet strangely desires.

A harsh spank sends jolts of electricity through her entire body. The initial feeling of pain is chased by an overwhelming desire to be dominated. The harsh slap of your hand on her ass is followed by another. Then another, her cheeks getting redder with each subsequent spank. 

"Say it Rosie!"

Rosé screams in pain, each harsh spank on her supple ass stripping away her resilience. While she secretly loved this treatment, her tolerance can only go so far; her face is flushed with shame as she forces herself to say the words out loud. 

"I'm your little fuck doll…" it was hard to think a voice that could fill stadiums could also sound so timid.

There's nothing more satisfying than hearing her say those words–knowing that she hated herself for saying it makes it doubly so. Here she was, a world famous idol with literal tens of millions of fans reduced to nothing more than a personal plaything in your hands. She was your toy, your possession, and you could do with her as you pleased. The tension in her torso releases, thinking it was finally over with her admitting defeat.

"I couldn't hear you!" One more swift slap against her ass and she screams out as the shock, pain, and pleasure reverberates from the top of her head all the way down to her toes.

"I'm your little fuck doll!"

"Good girl," you cheekily respond, your hands tenderly soothing the spots where you slapped her skin. For just a brief moment Rosé thought you were actually a decent human being. However that thought is quickly forgotten, your hands spreading apart her cheeks and she remembers what a piece of shit you really are.

"Are you ready for what you came here for?" 

Rosé has no time to respond. She gasps, her head spinning as you push the tip of your cock against her asshole–slowly stretching her out as you push further in. 

And there it was, the confusing satisfaction of pain as you stretched out her tight little hole. The entire reason Rosé loses all logical sense with you. She hated herself for being here, laying in your bed, willing to do whatever you asked. She hated herself for being addicted to you, your cock–her discovery of how good pain can feel has been her downfall.

Yet she still let out low moans, her body betraying her mind, slowly submitting to your every demand. Her ass is tight, perhaps too tight, bordering on the line of it painfully gripping your shaft. Pain is what's part of the fun, taking a fair bit of effort to push in and out, but something that's completely worth it.

But then it gets easier, her tight little hole adjusting, stretching out to take in more and more of your length. Beforelong, her body starts shaking underneath your rough pounding, each thrust harder than the last. Rosé bites her lip, a desperate attempt to contain her moans, but it's an impossible task–the sensation of your thick cock completely filling her up makes her scream out. It becomes a personal mission to hear her honey moans even more. 

Her sensitive nipples harden underneath your touch and just the lightest touch of her clit elicits an immediate response when you graze it with your thumb.

Now stimulated from multiple points, Rosé is quickly becoming undone, the pressure of your thumb increases while it circles her clit, your other hand full on groping either of her tiny tits. Endless moans echo the room with growing frequency–losing any sense of decency with her body succumbing to the pleasure.

"I'm gonna make you squirt all over these fucking sheets."

Rosé shudders at those words, knowing her fate was inevitable. Regretfully enjoying your rough treatment, an impending eruption started to build within her core and she could do nothing to stop it. Like a prophecy coming true, her body tenses up, the euphoric feeling in the pit of her stomach threatens to release at any moment.

Somewhere in between a moan and a scream, she lets out a deafening cry, losing all strength, her arms giving out, her body flopping on the bed. A warm viscous fluid flowing out of her pussy as her orgasm rips through her entire body. She almost starts to feel embarrassed at the amount of fluid that continues to flow out of her, but that feeling is quickly taken over by something else.

A swift slap of her ass snaps her back to reality. 

"Did you just cum all over my bed?"

Rosé nodded, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps.

Now laying in a prone position, her body is on full display: her slim elegant body covered in a thin layer of sweat, legs that never seemed to end, and to top it all off is an ass that was way too shapely to belong to someone so slim. 

Seeing her squirt gives you a much needed second wind. Rosé has no escape from your almost animalistic desire for her body. Chasing after the blonde haired beauty, your thrusts continue with a renewed vigor, her entire body quivering as you fuck her with such force that she practically embeds into the sheets. Her first orgasm still felt throughout her body, she's helpless in your grasp, her face buried in a pillow, a last ditch effort to stifle her moans. 

Hearing her carnal noises was the best part; you tug on her long blonde hair and her beautiful moans once again echo in the air. Her upper body arching back while you continue to pound her ass gives you the perfect opportunity. "Do you ever let anyone else fuck you in the ass?" Your voice practically growls into her ears.

Rosé shakes her head, her brain tortures itself at the unbelievable amount of pleasure coursing through her.

"Use your voice Rosie," you tug at her hair even harder. She shudders in disgust hearing you call her this name, but she's in no position to argue–pushed far past the point of caring. She's been through this before and knows what you want to hear.

"Naur! You're the only one allowed to fuck my ass!" Rosé screams out, her lack of restraint on full display, willing to say or do anything to continue this incredible feeling.

"That's right." An evil laugh escapes, letting go of her long locks to grab two handfuls of hot idol ass–your fingers digging into her flesh as you relentlessly thrust into her.  "That's because this ass belongs to me." 

Seemingly something inside Rosé snapped. Thinking about nothing else besides the thick cock stretching her out to her limits. She looked back, her eyes practically begging. 

"Fuck me harder! Give your little fuck doll everything you've got!"

There were no words that could be more beautiful. Rosé has given up any sense of pride–fully embracing her role as your personal fuck doll. She feels so small in your hands, her entire waist being engulfed in your hands. So delicate and so small, seemingly possible to snap in two at any given moment. And yet here she was, begging you to fuck her even harder. You give her exactly what she asked for, pulling up her hips, her tight pert ass now up in the air. Rosé is the first to act, rocking her hips back and forth, her tight, fleshy paradise threatening to already milk you for everything you're worth.

There was no way you could give up control, holding her hips in place while driving her into the bed. Rosé's given up all sense of restraint, her moans come freely and in abundance. A rough rhythm is found, the exploration of her svelte physique could never truly be satisfied. 

Just when she thought her body was already pushed to its limits, endorphins continue to rush into Rosé’s brain, her asshole filling up with ecstasy as she receives the fucking of her life. She screams out, another orgasm flowing through her–her body writhing and squirmy, her mind a complete mess wracked with a combination of pain and pleasure.

The tightness of her ass increased, seemingly begging to milk you dry. Your thrusting continues even as her ass constricts until you could take no more. Rosé gasps out loud, almost in relief, feeling a new flood of hot cum unloading deep into her ass with every thrust. 

Completely spent, you collapse onto the bed. Your faces now merely inches apart, her beauty actually takes you by surprise as she lays there with lidded eyes and heaving chest trying to catch her breath–her moaning continuing even after you pulled out.

While you were too busy admiring her, the realization of what just transpired has come rushing back to her. The feeling of your cum leaking out of her for the countless time takes over her. She catches you staring and looks at you with her legendary bombastic side eye.

"I really fucking hate you," she says in a low exhausted voice.

You couldn't help but laugh, her cold callous words simply feeding into your ego.

"And yet you just begged me to fuck you in the ass. It's not my fault how much you need this dick." 

Rosé yelps when you give her ass one final slap.

"What, no smartass comeback? You're usually so feisty. It's what I love the most about you."

She lays there feeling dirty and ashamed, wondering how she ended up letting you fuck her yet again. But she also knew you were right, she was addicted and would come crawling back for more

A/N: Hi

[psychedelic-ink]

Hi, Sil! 💗Hope you are doing great! For the writing challenge /ofc if you please🙌/ Bodyguard Joel x actress reader and forbidden romance -age difference/ also she’s his boss and this old grump doesn’t wanna be unprofessional. I’d never say no to some smut😏

love love love that you requested this, thank you lovey! 💗💗💗

𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒

pairing: bodyguard!joel miller x actress!reader

genre: bodyguard and actress AU + forbidden romance & age gap

word count: 866

summary: Joel is fed up with your bratty behavior.

warnings: age gap, unprofessional situations, dirty talking, thigh fucking, intercrural sex, explicit, bj, brat taming, sub/dom dynamics

He snapped. Simple as that. 

It’s been a busy day. He took you from one event to another, scanning his surrounding suspiciously every time you stopped to give someone an autograph. He was fully frustrated when you stopped for the tenth time, a fan this time wanting to take a picture. It didn’t help that you’d been teasing him all day. Purposefully leaning over to expose more of your skin, or when you were seated next to him, the way your hand lingered on his thigh. It’s been an ongoing game for months. He knew what you wanted. But he couldn’t give it to you. Not when you were much younger than he was, and especially not when you were his boss. 

But, of course, you had to be a little shit about it. Knocking on his hotel door at 2AM telling him that you were going to go to a party with Dieter Bravo—no way in hell would he let you go. Not when the man mentioned was nothing but bad news.

And nothing good ever happens after 2 AM. 

“Joeeel,” you whine underneath him. “Just fuck me already.” 

His cock throbs at the way your voice thins. He has both your hands pinned against your back, your vare chest flushed against his bed. You whine again and push back. His length hard and heavy as it slides between your thighs. He catches the way your breath hitches. His head spinning, he thrusts forward, your folds slick with need. 

“I’m not gonna fuck you,” he rasps, voice shaking. “You’re such a little brat, teasin’ me all day with your nonesense. The last thing you need is a reward.” 

Your cunt pulses and Joel groans at the heat. Precum dips from the head, throwing his head back, he grinds his hips. He doesn’t stop. Your moans and whines become louder, your body quaking underneath him. You look so small like this. The most famous actress in the world, at his mercy. Something hot and searing burns the inside of his stomach. With a sharp breath, he rolls his hips again, feeling the way you drip around him, your folds spread from his cock. 

“Take your punishment without makin’ a fuss and maybe I’ll reconsider,” he grunts, enjoying throughly at the way you wantonly moan at his words. 

Pushing back the thoughts that are screaming at him that this is a bad idea, Joel hammers into you. Your thighs are so fucking soft and wet from the way you’re soaking him. And after the day he’s had he’s more an ready to come between your legs and make even a bigger mess. 

“J-Joel,” you stammer. Joel grits his teeth, anger fueling his thrusts. He hammers into you, pressure coils tight in his stomach. You let out another moan, crying out his name. “P-Please kiss me—Please—I’m…I’m about to come—”

He’s the stupidest man on earth to think he could deny you of anything. 

Letting go of your wrists, Joel wraps an arm around you and pulls you up. He grips your chin and twists your neck enough so that he can reach your lips. Joel kisses you hungrily. He shoves his tongue between your lips and claims you as his own. 

Joel can feel your desperation in the way he kisses you. His roughness turns into a wild hunger that takes over his body. You want to pull away, to catch your breath, but you can't. His tongue is everywhere at once, tracing every inch of your mouth. 

Joel can feel your body tense, coiled tight like a spring ready to snap. He's close. And so are you. He can feel the pressure building, a knot forming in his stomach that's ready to burst. Before he does, he sucks on your bottom lip and pulls it between his teeth. You shudder against him, pretty pussy gushing and dripping down his lenght. You’re choking on his name, repeating it over and over. His head spins. 

Suddenly, he pulls away from you, leaving you gasping for air. "On your knees," he commands, his voice harsh and deep. You obey without question, dropping to the floor beside the bed. His cock twitches at your obedience. He stands above you, his cock jutting out hard and thick from his body. 

"Open your mouth," he growls. Words coming out of him without a second thought. You comply, taking him into your mouth. You suck him hard, deepthroating him as he grips your head tightly with btoh hands. He tenses up, his muscles clenching as he comes deep in your throat. His hot, bitter seed spills down your throat, and you swallow every drop, savoring the taste and the feeling of him pulsing against your tongue.

When the room finally stops swirling around him, he collapses down to the bed. You’re pliantly looking up at him, still between his legs, your pupils blown wide. His eyes linger at the drop of come sliding from the corner of your lip, he reaches out, catching it with his thumb, and pushes it back into your wet mouth. 

“Are you goin’ to be good from now on?” he asks with not much conviction. 

You don’t answer him, only smile. 

[ticklystuff]

Nari's Bakery

a/n: inspo

wc: 901

summary:

nari's bakery

open: 12am - 2am (hours vary)

★★★★★ 5.0 (1 review)

It was one of those nights.

"Nari's Bakery", as Cyno liked to call it. Operating hours usually ran from midnight to two in the morning, depending on when Tighnari the baker, or Tart-nari, as Cyno enjoyed calling him, decided to "awaken". Freshly baked bread often made from, well, whichever of Cyno's body parts Tighnari could get his little hands on.

Today, Cyno's left arm, specifically his bicep, was the main ingredient. Cyno watched as Tighnari sleepily kneaded away at his arm, continuously applying pressure with a rolling motion. Behavior such as this was often mostly associated with felines, though it seemed like Tighnari's half-foxian ancestors managed to adopt similar mannerisms. 

A fond smile crossed his face as Cyno recalled the first night he had met Tart-nari. It was their third night sharing Cyno's tiny dorm room bed back at the Akademiya and one moment, Cyno had fallen asleep cuddling Tighnari in his arms, but the next, he had awoken to Tighnari using Cyno's face to make biscuits, moving his hands across his cheeks and nose, except from Cyno's point of view, without prior knowledge, the whole thing felt very much like his new boyfriend was trying to smother him to death. After panicking did he realize that Tighnari was still unconscious during the whole ordeal, reinforced by the fact Tighnari never seemed to recall his actions the next morning. Even to this day, Tighnari refused to acknowledge Tart-nari's existence, brushing off Cyno's experiences with the baker as fabricated, but that didn't matter to Cyno; he loved both Naris equally.

"Psst, hey, Tighnari," Cyno called out with a whisper; Tighnari never responded to his nickname after all, "hey, watcha making?"

It was often a long shot as to whether Cyno received an answer, but tonight, it seemed like he was in luck. "Lunch.... for Collei....." Tighnari mumbled in his sleep as he continued kneading, a drop of drool falling from the corner of his mouth and landing on Cyno's arm.

Cyno nodded contently as he brushed away the bits of drool from Tighnari's mouth with the side of his finger. Collei was Tart-nari's usual customer, no surprise there. "Anything for Cyno?"

"Cyno...... no...."

Well, guess he was going hungry for the night. Although he wouldn't be able to enjoy the baked goods, there was another perk to Tart-nari that would never happen when Tighnari was around. Rolling over on his side to face the baker, Cyno slowly reached over with his other arm, making sure not to disturb the process, and gently pat the palm of his hand against the tip of Tighnari's ear, before rolling back flat against the mattress. Normally, Cyno would've received an earful from Tighnari for the forbidden deed, but Tart-nari was much more lenient. Cyno watched as Tighnari gave his hands a break to brush at his ear, twitching his nose in half-slumber, before bringing his hands back down to continue kneading.

Except this time, Tighnari's hands found themselves at his stomach.

Cyno's eyes immediately widened at the new source of dough and he shifted under Tighnari's fingers, sucking in his belly in hopes that Tighnari's hands would move someplace else, but they remained where they were.

"No, no, no, Nari, plehease," Cyno gritted through his teeth, feeling Tighnari's fingers start up again, digging and kneading into his stomach like before. He attempted to push his arm underneath Tighnari's hands, hoping to divert the attention back to his bicep, but Tart-nari was insistent, pressing his fingers further into Cyno's stomach to make the best bread possible, of course.

Cyno was.. very ticklish, to best put it, something that Tighnari felt the need to remind him nearly everyday ever since their time together in Akademiya. Surprise attacks to his sides, using his tail to brush along Cyno's back when they stood together, using his ears to get at Cyno's neck during cuddles — nothing was off limits for Tighnari. And now, even while asleep, Tighnari still somehow managed to sneak in tickles; Cyno couldn't catch a break.

"Nari, st- mmphpFFtt," he quickly clamped his hand over his mouth, dampening the squeal that threatened to ring out through the small room. As much as it tickled, the last thing Cyno wanted was to accidentally awaken the other, not because Tighnari would be angry with him or anything, nothing like that at all, but baker Tighnari was just so cute, and if Cyno had to suffer for it, then suffer he shall. 

His body buckled under the other's hold, squirming in place as Tighnari's fingers kneaded and spread the dough each way. Occasionally, a finger would press into Cyno's navel, eliciting a squeak that Cyno didn't know he was capable of. One leg kicked out from under the covers and Cyno's arms gripped into the mattress, remaining resilient for Tighnari's sake, holding out till the biscuits were done and ready.

And finished they finally were once Tighnari slumped forward on both knees, his head hitting the top of Cyno's stomach, butt and tail pointing to the air. Tighnari was still asleep, or at least Cyno presumed, based on the snores that permeated through his shirt, seemingly in-sync with Cyno's own panted breath. With a tired sigh, Cyno took one hand and sleepily ran it through the other's hair, massaging Tighnari's scalp, feeling his ears twitch every now and then.

At the very least, Nari's Bakery was now closed for the night.

[justalildumpling]

⇢ nct dream at parties

pairing: nct dream x reader  genre: college au, crack, fluff warnings: swearing, mentions of drunkness/partying, vomiting, weed, sex (nothing explicit) word count: 1.1k

note: lowk couldn’t stop thinking about jeno playing beer pong at parties and it led to this… lmao i just realised that a lot of these dot points are based off of irl events HHAHAHAH are u guys any of the dreamies at parties?? genuine question😚😚

Mark

Is probably the host’s friend so he was at the party early, setting up the decorations and accidentally spiking the jello shots with more vodka than the recipe required so it ends up tasting like shit

That being said, he would probably be drunk by the time people start rolling in through the door due to him “taste testing” the shots

Lowkey too drunk to comprehend that people are flirting with him and accidentally dude zones them or fumbles over his words when trying to talk up a hot person (no drunk rizz)

Accidentally cockblocks someone by walking into a random room and flopping on the bed without noticing that they were doing the deed

Starts randomly telling everyone that he’s really good at cooking eggs now and that he’ll prove his improved skills (Spoiler: He either burns the eggs and makes the fire alarm go off or someone drags him away from the kitchen)

Weirdly craves cereal by the end of the night so he pours himself a bowl of cinnamon toast crunch and heatedly discussed with everyone whether milk or cereal should be poured first 

Renjun

I don’t see him getting piss drunk. He would probably pace his drinks well across the night so he can make sure someone haechan and chenle wouldn’t puncture a hole in the host’s wall

He would be sitting around the fireplace outside, chatting to his friends or just random mutuals about anything

Probably ends up yelling scolding one of his friends at some point (e.g. hyuck) for taking too long in the bathroom  

Calls everyone their respective Uber/partner to pick them up at 3am or tucking them into a random room to sleep

Always holding at least 2 vomit buckets after 11pm and waiting for disaster to happen (aka his friends threatening to puke on the living room floor)

Probably ends up with 10+ new followers on Instagram after every party because he literally talks to everyone and unwillingly became co-host of the party (because the original host got so wasted)

Very exhausted by the end of the night and swears to never go to one ever again (Spoiler: He does because Donghyuck drags him)

Jeno

You cannot tell me that this man would not be at the beer pong table 70% of the night, like nothing can distract this man from winning every round. A hot girl trying to fuck? Nope. Someone offering more alcohol? Nope. Jaemin is throwing up in the bathroom? Ok, maybe.

Unironically would like the taste of cheap beer (maybe he just used to the taste of it after the sheer amount he had to drink from that godforsaken game)

If he gets drunk enough he would start flexing his muscles and comparing sizes with the guys

Probably thinks he looks and acts like the sexiest person alive at that party but in reality becomes a cute little fluff ball and is babied by Jaemin whenever he sees him

He would not be aware of the volume of his voice and would start shouting everything that comes out of his mouth like Renjun could be like 5m away from him but he’d be like “JUN CAN YOU GET ME DORITOS FROM THE PANTRY” and would probably get repeatedly shushed

Ends up drunkenly walking home around 2am 

Haechan

Goes ham on pre drinks and turns up to the party ‘fashionably late’ so he can make a grand entrance

He would be holding a bottle of some sort at all times (whiskey, vodka, tequila, soju pick your poison) and chugging it by the mouth and offering it to anyone he sees and suspects to be “too sober”

responsible for 80% of the queued songs on the party playlist and would turn the living room into a rave

Ubereats KFC halfway into the night, chowing down on way too many wicked wings and stubbornly not sharing to others or if he did, would ask them to venmo him double the money required because he charges “interest”

Would throw up in a fake plant by the end of the night

Jaemin

If this party had a theme/dress code he’s the type of person to dress up as himself ⎯ like the most effort he’ll put into a costume is writing Na Jaemin on an A4 piece of paper and sticking it to his shirt

Probably only came to the party because of the food and that Jeno was going

Mans would either be the most sober one there and taking care of his friends or wasted af and doing the stupidest shit like walking into the same closed door for the tenth time and getting pissed that it wouldn’t let him through

He would probably bring his film camera and take embarrassing photos of his friends and taunting them with it like a month later when the film gets developed

Complains about the taste of alcohol but keeps drinking because he has nothing else to do

He would end up passing out face first on the ground somewhere in the house by the end of the night and scaring the host the next morning 

Chenle

Brings his own expensive ass alcohol as well as raiding the host’s stash too

Like Renjun, i also don't see him getting piss drunk but the difference is that Chenle’s goal of the night was to get black out drunk but couldn’t because his alcohol tolerance was too high

Either sitting by the fireplace being loud or running around the house and annoying people by being loud

The biggest hype man for his friends to do idiotic things (e.g. cheering hyuck on whilst he’s in the process of getting alcohol poisoning)

He would see some people smoking a joint and would join for the lols

He would be the reason for the party getting a noise complaint and the police turning up

Jisung

Probably would take him a couple hours into the party to get drunk and horrified/scared for his friends’ reputation whilst they’re drunk

But once the alcohol hits his system, he would be clinging onto his friends when drunk, wobbling around mumbling his love for everyone

If he has a crush on someone, you bet your ass he’s gonna drunk text a confession and cry when he gets rejected

Would accidentally eat someone’s pot brownies thinking it was the normal ones and being paranoid as hell for the rest of the evening

Would kiss someone jeno’s foot and wouldn’t remember it the next day until someone shows him photographic evidence

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[bau-drabbles]

clingy hotch would be goals 🥺 like if he’s having a nightmare he can’t let go because he thinks you’re just a figment of his imagination. a dream he doesn’t want to wake up from 🥺❤

yess 🥺🥺 i'm so sorry, i defo misinterpreted this, i saw nightmare and just kinda wrote whatever :") <3

it was just past 2am, he woke up in cold sweats. gasps flying out of his mouth, his hands bundled in his bed sheets, perspiration glistening on his skin. it was just a bad dream, he tried to calm himself down but it doesn't work like usual. no, he needs something. someone

but in his frenzied state, he doesn't feel you beside him and the familiar lump crawls to his throat. he couldn't have been imagining all those sweet memories, had you left like haley did too? did someone take you?? every horrible situation his mind could possibly conjure up runs through his head and he has no choice but to let each one play out.

before he could hoarsely call out your name, you turned in your sleep. relief floods in his veins and he practically dives closer to you. the tears were falling freely, like a barricade had broken inside of him.

"y/n, my y/n-" he snuggles into your neck, trying to calm his racing heart. usually he would never disrupt you but tonight he's not himself. his mind was cruel, unsure of what was real and what isn't. everything was unravelling and he begins to feel himself become undone along with it. but all he knew, with surety lodged deep in his heart, was that you were his anchor in this turbulent sea

you awoke in slight shock, half expecting to see jack needing some comfort after a bad dream. you don't expect to see hotch wrapped so tightly. it's not like him to be so terrified, to be so vulnerable and you worry for a second if something terrible had happen. but you take a breath, holding him as close as you can. it had to have been a nightmare, you deduce. his phone was charging on the other side and there was no one around

"bad dream?" you mumble into his hair, gently stroking his face. you feel his tears fall and it breaks your heart piece by piece

he nods into you and you give a kiss to his head, leaning a little back so you could see him clearly. he's like a little boy in your arms and you want to hold him so tight until nothing bad could ever hurt him again

you didn't know the true extent of his pain but you knew it completely had destroyed him.

"i-i'm sorry, i-" he wipes his eyes with the back of hand, cursing at himself to have it together. these dreams never usually affected him this much and he was always good at having his feelings under control but tonight it was brutal. he could feel your lifeless body, how his throat was raw screaming your name over and over, the tears that burned and blurred his vision, the crushing weight of losing you like everything good in his life had to come to an abrupt end.

you hold his sweet face between your hands, pressing your lips to his forehead for a tender kiss. the pads of your thumbs sweep the apples of his cheeks, a reassuring a smile pulled on your lips

"go to sleep, baby. i'll be here. i'll always be here" you promise, laying the two of you back down on the bed again.

he doesn't have the energy to say a word, his silence is all the words you need. and he sleeps in your arms, the exhaustion taking him and you hold him close. running your fingers in his hair, his heartbeat a steady reminder that he was well and truly okay.

while he fights the demons during the day, you do your part and keep them well away at night

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for sleeping with my friend’s crush?

a couple days ago my friends and i had a sleepover at my friend’s (we’ll call her A, 18F) aunt’s house. A invited us (me (18F), L (18M), R (19M), and B (18M)) as well as her other friend, H (18F), and H’s brother D (19M). L has had a crush on H for a while now, but he’s only ever referred to her as “record store girl”, so we didn’t know it was her until we all arrived and he started acting weird.

in the middle of the night (probably like 2am or so, idk), H woke me up and asked if she could sleep next to me since she felt nervous. i was half asleep, didnt think about it too hard, and said yes. the next morning, when we all woke up, L was gone from the room we were sleeping in.

we spent a couple minutes looking for L, then he came barging out of some room down the hall with all of his stuff packed. i asked him what he was doing and he said he was leaving because he saw me with H. i told him nothing happened and he said it wasn’t about that, he knew nothing happened, it was that i knew he had feelings for her and still got close with her. at this point H apologized, saying she didn’t know he felt that way, but i told L that H was just another girl in the long list of girls he’s crushed on but never did anything about anyways.

at this point L got really upset. for context, the previous night, we had gotten into an argument because i said god didn’t exist or care about humanity at all given the horrors of the world rn and then L told me he was a christian. i had gotten upset bc i couldn’t believe he could uphold something as harmful as religion, but then after we cooled down a bit we talked it out and he told me he liked the feeling of not being alone that religion brings for him. i had apologized and told him that he’s not alone regardless, because he has me and our other friends, we hugged it out, and i thought that would be the end of it.

well, L brought that back up, saying that i didn’t respect his feelings or his religion, and i clearly don’t want him there. i tried telling him that he couldn’t just leave and he should stop being so immature, but he was insistent, so i got out of his way and unlocked the front door for him.

it’s been a couple days and we haven’t really talked. R says i should just apologize to him again so we can all be friends but i think L needs to grow up and realize that he can’t just sit around pining and praying and expecting it to get him anywhere.

also, if this is relevant at all, i am a girl who likes girls. i’m not going to go into the details of my relationship with christianity, but for me, believing in god has done more harm than good. i do respect L’s life choices and i can see where he’s coming from but i’m never going to be involved with religion again.

What are these acronyms?

[piplupcola]

Some shameless POS literally used AI to steal my friend's animated film

I usually don't post stuff like this but this shit's insane and downright insulting. I graduated from Ringling College of Art and Design in 2022, a pretty well known animation school in the US, and every animation student on their final year of college has to make an animated film for our final thesis. If you have any idea of the animation making process, you would know that making an entire film by yourself in one year is batshit insane and extremely exhausting, to the point where I'm still feeling the effects of the process on my physical and mental wellbeing 2 years after I graduated. Once more, my friends and I did it during the covid period, which was another level of hell. I was literally watching my grandfather's funeral while working in the labs at 2am because I couldn't fly home to attend it because we had to make this film. This film was our lifeblood, the culmination of 4 years of hell at school which was suppose to be our gateway into the industry. Tldr, it's fucking difficult to do, especially on your own.

So imagine 2 years later and I wake up to a bunch of messages on our alumni chat where a dear friend of mine posted a link to a tiktok video of someone literally stealing her entire film and superimpose it shot by shot and claim it as their own ad for their AI game. As animators, we aren't unaware of people stealing our films and reposting them elsewhere. Heck my own film "The End" was stolen from our school vimeo and posted on tiktok BEFORE IT WAS EVEN OFFICIALLY RELEASED, and that tiktok got hundreds of thousands of views while a year after my own real release my film is still struggling in the thousands.

But this

This is a fucking new low.

Can you imagine? A fresh graduate going through literal blood sweat and tears to make a film on their own that is so important to their future in the industry, to get them a job, with a film that represents a part of themselves to the world, just used as fodder for some stupid tech assholes? It's infuriating. It's insulting. It's literally a big fuck you to the hundreds of students who spent their lives toiling to make these films from the heart who are just desperate to get into the industry.

The animation industry right now is in complete shambles. People are graduating from animation schools with thousands of dollars in dept only to be met with a wasteland of minimum wage and lack of funding and competing for jobs with people who have already been in the industry for years affected by the massive layoffs not only in the movie but also the gaming industries. These films we make for our thesis aren't just films made for fun, they represent our lifeblood, our only opportunity to get a job as a graduate in this sea of hell. If you didn't make a good film, chances are you're never even stepping foot in the industry ever. It's our golden ticket that we would put thousands of hours through, sleepless nights and pushing through no matter the circumstances of sickness and pain it caused us.

And now some dumb fucking AI using dickbags see that and decide it's worth nothing.

Here's a link to my friend's real film. Please go watch it and support her work. I'm not even gonna link the other piece of shit tiktok because I don't want that video to even get a single extra view but here's a recording my friend made so you can see this malarkey side by side.

It's heartbreaking to see my friend's film barely getting any views while the stolen garbage is already in the thousands. I hope the person who stole my friend's work and made that shit dies in a fiery car crash and go straight to hell.

I cannot emphasise how we must not let this shit continue to happen. We're living in a fucking dystopia and unless we do something about it and support those affected by it it's only going to get worse. They're already expanded from stealing people's still art to stealing people's entire films, if we don't stop this nothing we create would ever be safe.

My friend's film:

The shameless fuckheads who stole her film:

[gherkin-saute]

istg nothing good ever happens after 2am

+ that one scene in bsd ♡

[littlemisslipbalm]

It shouldn’t have happened

Jake Kiszka x f!reader x f!oc x Danny Wagner

A/N: OMG first fic w danny! I love You man, just inspiration doesn’t always strike for me. THIS IS SMUT WITH QUEERNESS OCCURRING sorry if that’s not your cup of tea do not read and also 18+ FR

Warnings: penetrative sex, oral sex, fxf sexual relations, foursome? Mentions of weed and alcohol use, dirty talk/mild degradation

Word Count: 2.1k

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It shouldn’t have happened. Not the first time.

And it certainly shouldn’t have happened again.

But here the four of you were. The last four at Jake’s place, staring at one another with drunken smiles and faded eyes. It was after 2am and nothing good ever happened then.

You had been in Danny’s girlfriend's lap all night already. You were close, it wasn’t anything new. And when you got stoned, you like to be close to people. Wanting to let Jake have fun at his party you’d left him alone, leaving you to bug Danny’s Angel of a girlfriend.

“Angel,” you sighed and the woman laughed.

“You’re on another planet, Y/N.” She ran a hand through the crossed individual’s hair.

You rocked your hips experimentally across your friend’s lap, feeling fuzzy and insane and needy and safe all at once. “Yeah, but you’re on it too.” You mumbled, staring up through your lashes after looking down at where your hips were touching. On fire.

“And are we on this planet with you two?” Jake called from across the room, legs spread wide as he slumped into his favorite chair, flipping his finger between himself and Danny beside him.

You ran your hands down Angel’s shoulders and grabbed hold of her arms tighter and leaned back, your eyes meeting Jake’s while you looked at the men upside down. You giggled as you leaned further but Angel tugged you back in warning, trying to keep you steady.

“Yeah, we’re all on the planet. Together. I can totally see it.”

Jake laughed and shook his head, standing to make his way over. “You are incredible, my love.”

You sat back up and sighed and it came out a bit like a whimper. Fuck, you were so wet. You needed to fuck. You needed them.

Angel’s eyes were wide on your face, still feeling you wriggling on her lap, hands drawing circles on her arms making her fuzzy too. You keened into Jake’s touch when he ran a hand over your hair, watching his girlfriend and Danny’s a little closer intently now that he was beside you two.

Memories were tearing through his mind. He knew exactly what you were up to. He smirked and settled beside you, brushing his hand down your back now. Your top was open in the back, leaving the expanse of skin bare. Warm and soft.

He settled his touch on your exposed upper thighs, your Jean skirt was so short and was barely of use with your straddling position on Angel. It was pornographic from this new angle, he could see your barely covered pussy pressing into Angel’s thigh. Jake drew in a breath, he had wanted this again but didn’t have the courage to voice it.

“Dan, c’mere,” Angel spoke out and Danny sauntered over to settle on the couch on the other side of the pair of you clearly seeing where this was heading as well.

You smiled at the three of them, watching you. You moved your hips again, grinding down into Angel. She hummed and you winked at Danny.

“Can we do it again?” You breathed, hips expertly beginning to move again. “I’m so wet,” you whined.

Danny breathed out a ‘fuck’ still in disbelief this had happened a first time, much less now a second.

“Yeah, where’s that?” Jake said right as Angel asked almost the same question teasingly, “Oh yeah?”

You leaned back, settling one hand on Jake’s knee to your left and let your other travel below your hitched up skirt. The black lace of your thong could already be seen if looked close enough at but your fingers pushed it to the side, slipping down your heat and pressing in for a moment of relief to gather the wetness pooling there.

You licked your lips in an attempt to silence the moan in your throat as your hips bucked needing it even more than you realized. You retreated the fingers, swirling them around your aching clit.

“Fuck, right here, you guys. It hurts.”

“Aw, baby,” Jake cooed, standing to move behind you and Angel on the couch now, slipping his hand down your arm to your slick fingers and stopping their work on your clit. “Your so desperate to fuck you’ll make a fool out of yourself in front of my best friend and his girlfriend.”

“Pretty slutty, Y/N,” Danny says, moving closer to his girlfriend to press a kiss to her neck.

“We’ve always known she’s a slut, c’mon Dan,” Angel coos, wrapping an arm around Danny to snake her hand into his hair while he begins to suck a mark into her skin. “She’s always dripping onto me at parties and on dance floors. She can’t help herself.”

You whined, keening your head back into Jake’s chest and rutting your hips into Angel’s lap. You couldn’t handle the stimulation and the lack of stimulation and how they spoke as if you were barely in the room. “Please.”

“But she begs so sweetly,” Jake murmurs, hands slipping to grasp at your tits over your shirt. “My princess just loves to fuck. Who are we to deny such a sweet girl?”

His lips press to the shell of your ear as he leans down, but his eyes stare straight at Angel who smiled back, her hands trailing up your thighs to where you needed somebody to do something before you died. It was a slick mess.

Her fingers are long and slim, pushing the messy fabric covering your pussy to the side again, she teases over the hot skin with a barely there touch and you whine again.

Jake shushes you as Angel grins. She drags her middle finger through your fold and slips inside you with embarrassing ease and everyone stops to watch as you moan out.

“Fuck, Angel.”

“Good girl.” She murmurs, granting a quick peck to your lips while Jake and Danny watch on. The sound of your pussy was so loud, she loved it. “So fucking wet…”

Her thumb works over your clit and two fingers slip in and out of you easily for a few moments. It’s not even long enough for the two guys to feel left out, you’re already so worked up that you cum quickly with a string of curses leaving your lips as you try to ride her fingers, bucking like a drunken girl on the mechanical bull at the bar getting off on the audience—something you had done before.

“Let’s move this to the guest room,” Jake suggests with a kiss to your temple.

Danny agrees and kisses Angel for a long moment before following you and Jake down the hall.

Your skirt and ruined thong are quickly removed before you get pushed onto the bed by Jake’s strong hand while Angel undresses Danny at the foot of the bed. Your hand slips to your already messy folds again as you watch Danny grope at her ass, kneading it with his big strong hands. Jake whispers in your ear about what a dirty girl you were watching the other couple with your hand in your cunt.

When they joined you on the bed, everyone was shirtless but you and the three of them looked wickedly at one another.

“C’mon baby, let’s see those pretty titties,” Jake moved to pull your top over your head and you giggled.

Angel widened her eyes at you for a moment, a secret joke passing between you two that neither of the men seemed to catch. You’d told her about Jake’s obsession with your tits and how he loved to fuck them whenever you let him.

On full display, you arched your back pushing your breasts into the open air. Your arousal made your nipples pebble under the watchful eyes of the three around you. It turned you on even more so you gave them a show, pushing them closer together with your arms before trailing a hand to play with one nipple.

Jake stopped you, taking your arm and pushing you to lay down fully. “Stop touching what’s mine, baby. I can only share so much with our guests.”

Angel appeared over you, kissing up your stomach, over your chest and up your neck. Her legs were straddled over your body while Danny ran his hands over her hips, pressing his boxer-clad hips into her ass. She moaned over you and then stuck her tongue down your throat. Her own tits pushed and pulled over yours in a way you had missed so much. The tender pressure of another woman’s boobs on yours, it felt so good. You wanted more, but Jake had restricted your hands, causing you to press your chest up into hers and whine.

“Such a fucking brat, Y/N,” Jake mutters, palming himself over his own boxers.

Danny hummed in agreement and pulled Angel back from making out with you, causing whines from both of you. “Jesus,” he laughed. “Would you like us to leave?”

“That might not be such a bad idea,” you said teasingly, but the look in your eye held the seed of a little truth.

“I’ll share my girl,” Jake said tersely, shuffling behind your head slowly. “As long as I’m present for it. Watch your tongue, missy.”

“Yeah, yeah, sir,” you teased and sent a wink his way.

He shook his head, still in awe of his girlfriend before pulling his cock free from its confines. He was almost unbearably hard. You moaned at the sight above your face and opened your jaw, aware and ready for him to take what he wanted.

“That’s my good fuckin’ girl,” he praised, tapping the head of his cock against your tongue. You hummed and bucked your hips, opening your knees wider.

Angel and Danny watched on. Angel’s hands were on either side of your hips, eyes bright while watching your chest heaving as you exerted yourself to take all of Jake down your throat at this angle.

The knocking of your knees against her arms brought her attention to your cunt right below her and she grinned, moving her arms in between your legs and getting down on her elbows, bringing her level with your dripping center.

“Jesus, I didn’t know giving head turned you on so much,” she murmurs, blowing lightly over the hot skin. “Hot.”

You bucked your hips and she quickly pressed you flat.

“Silly slut,” Angel tsked and Jake chuckled.

Danny took the opportunity to begin tracing up and down his girlfriend's ass with his own hard cock. The scene laid out before him was incredible. Angel moaned in appreciation feeling the heaviness resting between her ass cheeks and slipping down between her folds every so often, teasing her. She pushed back towards him wanting more before refocusing on your cunt.

She dipped her tongue down between your folds and smiled when your hips immediately bucked up.

“Needy girl,” Jake tutted, still slowly sinking in and out of your throat.

You moaned around him feeling untethered and euphoric and insane. You were getting exactly what you wanted. What you needed.

Angel ate you out with vigor and, you’d never admit it even if it saved your life, but better than Jake. Her tongue slipped inside you and she pushed in and out in time with Danny’s thrusts to her own cunt. She moaned into your cunt, muffling her cries but sending vibrations through your body.

Jake and Danny groaned at their girlfriends writhing in ecstasy, feeling close themselves. Jake pulled out of your throat and pushed gently at Angel so that he could turn you around.

Obediently, you got on all fours and faced Angel and Danny, smiling at her and then went slack jawed when Jake pushed in with a loud moan.

Angel moaned back when Danny slapped a hard hand over her ass cheek and everyone felt fucked out and happy. The men finished rather soon after on another.

You had cum twice but still wanted more as Jake left a kiss to your hip and slipped off the bed to clean himself off. Danny had already walked into the ensuite. Angel was laying on her back staring up at you.

“Can I please rub my pussy on yours, Angel?” Your question was for Angel but you were looking at Jake, who was beside himself.

“You need that, princess?” He asked softly, running a hand over your back.

“I want it so bad.”

“Fuck,” Jake’s voice was shakey, you were perfect. “okay.”

“Dan?” Angel asked, turning to him paused at the door.

“Yeah, go for it, honey. If you want,” he chuckled.

The girls stared at each other, slowly grinning and then were immediately intertwined. Thrusting and humping, their pussy juices mixing and sounding into the room obscenely.

“Thank god. I’m spent,” Danny sighed, adjusting his boxers while eyeing Jake carefully as he redressed.

“That’s not a horrible sight either,” Jake nodded to their girlfriends kissing and moaning into each other’s mouths.

“No, it’s not.”

They watched the scene silently for a moment in awe and pride before settling into a different feeling.

“We can never do this again, huh?” Jake asked.

“No. Never.” Danny responded quickly.

[miercolaes]

last shitpost for a while but i was going through my folders on the computer and i found screenshots i took from club penguin and apparently when i get mad at someone i use their names for my puffles. idk why, my honest guess is bc i can act as an evil queen since i keep them indoors but that's still funny. all my archenemies had turned to nothing more than puffles in a silly game i once broke my parents' credit card as a kid. i think that's very iconic but please tell me i wasn't the only one doing it. this is normal, right? right?????

[hstylesficrecs]

Cheating

hes-words

Anchor

hes-writer

The Other Woman A Cheat

and-im-okay-with-it

Harry Cheats On y/n and She Talks About it in an Interview

harryimaginedstories

Crossroads He has Someone Else

sapphireharrie

Love Ring

Harrieatthemet

Other Mama

peterfrigginpan

Nothing Good Ever Happens After 2am