#this absolutely sucks

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Can I have sweet, shy and virgin Ethan helping reader with a class she missed and seeing the porn on his laptop and then…you know

I'm screaming. I love writing sweet, shy Ethan. This sounds like the situation he would get himself in...if he wasn't gf. Also, did I write tons of scenes like this already? Yes. Will I do it again? Also, yes.

Warnings: smut, virgin!Ethan, oral (m receiving), p + v,

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After your lunch, Ethan invited you over to copy his notes and explain everything they went over during the class you missed Tuesday morning. He didn’t have to do that, an email of his notes would have sufficed, but he insisted. He was such a sweetheart.

You sat in the living room of his and Chad’s dorm, textbooks and pens on the coffee table before you. Ethan had kept a fair distance between you, but you were still close enough to make him nervous. He opened his laptop to give you his notes, but a tab had been left open, the image of a couple having sex filling the screen along with loud moans coming from the speakers of the device.

He slammed the laptop shut in panic, his cheeks and ears turning scarlet. ‘’Fuck. Fuck.’’

You couldn’t help the small laugh that slipped, making Ethan more flustered. ‘’Don’t be embarrassed. Everyone watches porn.’’

Maybe, but Ethan was a very shy person. Even more when it came to anything related to sex. It was awkward to have his personal porn preference be exposed when the girl he really liked was right next to him. He also didn’t want you to know that nudity and sex scenes make him all red and squirmy.

He shook his head, choosing to ignore what just happened. He’ll never be able to look at you again. ‘’I have no idea what you're talking about…’’

Unfortunately for him, you didn’t play along, taking the lighthearted teasing route instead. ‘’Come on, don’t be shy. Nothing terrible happened. At least it wasn’t your dick that was on the screen.’’

That would have been a thousand times more embarrassing.

Ethan shifted in his seat. ‘’Can we stop talking about that? I’m just not comfortable.’’

You nodded in understanding, respecting his boundaries.

Ethan felt relieved, the conversation finally over. ‘’Let’s get back to the lesson—’’

‘’Do you…want to try it? What you saw on screen.’’ You reached for his hand and put it on your thigh. ‘’I see how you look at me, Ethan.’’ You dragged your fingers up his forearm and to his bicep, feeling the muscles hidden underneath his polo. ‘’Did you think I didn’t notice?’’

He looked down at his lap. ‘’I…’’

You brushed your finger along his jaw, making him hold his breath. The corner of your lips curled with mischief at his reaction, and you moved his hand higher on your thigh, just beneath the bottom of your skirt.

Ethan’s gaze followed his hand, having never touched a girl somewhere that wasn’t an arm or ankles during P.E. classes in high school. Your skin was warm and plush and so soft. A choked gasp got stuck in his throat when you opened your leg, flashing your underwear and guiding Ethan’s hand over it.

‘’Don’t be afraid. You can touch.’’

You smiled as he gently caressed over your panties, a shy self-satisfied smile forming on his when the thin fabric started to dampen. He was making you wet. Ethan would never recover from this.

While he was busy touching you, you migrated your hand over his jeans, right where you knew his limp cock was, and gently massaged it to wake it. ‘’You like that, my hand rubbing you?’’

He felt…big, for lack of a better word.

‘’Mmhm, yeah,’’ he murmured, his attention dropping to his own crotch.

Never in a million years Ethan thought this would happen. That the girl he had been crushing hard on since September would be in his dorm, touching him while he was touching her. He also didn’t think he would ever kiss you, but you cupped his jaw to pull him into a kiss, making another of his dreams come true.

It didn’t take long before Ethan felt fully hard under your light touch. Once he did, you retracted your hand and stood, breaking all contact.

‘’Where are you going?’’ he asked, worried you were going to leave.

You reached for the zipper of your skirt and let it fall to the ground in a puddle at your feet. ‘’Let me show you something else.’’ You followed suit with your shirt, pulling it over your head, then unfastened your bra. ‘’Or will you be afraid to touch me there too?’’

As expected, Ethan didn’t move. He stayed there, awestruck by the beautiful breasts that were right in front of him, peaked nipples and all. He had to hold back from sticking his tongue out and attaching his mouth to one.

You took his left hand and covered your right breast with it. ‘’Give me the other.’’ You held your hand and Ethan gave you his right one, doing the same thing. ‘’Is it better than the video?’’

He nodded, his bambi eyes fixated on your tits and his hands covering them.

A part of him wanted to take a picture to show Chad, knowing he’ll never believe what happened. But he didn’t. He just savored the moment.

‘’Definitely.’’ He traced his fingertips across your breasts, his strokes becoming more sure.

It was amusing to watch him discover your body with his eyes and hands. It was a change from getting your ass smacked while some frat boy fucked you from behind like a fucking dog, telling you how nice ‘those buns’ were.

‘’Y-you’re so beautiful,’’ Ethan stuttered, as his left hand skimmed down your stomach and stopped at the hem of your panties. He really wanted to kiss your skin, wanted to run his lips down the path his hands were making.

You giggled and thanked him. He was so sweet. ‘’Want me to take them off?’’

Ethan blushed a deeper shade of red and jerkily nodded his head.

‘’Holy fucking shit,’’ he cursed when everyhing was exposed to him, making his hard cock twitch in his jeans.

Tentatively, he stroked your mound, not exactly as perfect and smooth as in the videos he watched, but Ethan didn’t care. Those videos were not real. His fingers stroking along your outer thighs. A small grin pulled at the corner of his mouth as he felt you begin to tremble at his feather light touch.

‘’I-Is this ok?’’ Ethan asked as his fingers inched closer to your core.

You nodded, giving him your approval.

His fingers parted your slick folds and circled your clit, eliciting a soft sigh, your hips bucking against his hand.

‘’Stick your fingers in there.’’

‘’Uh?’’ Ethan lifted a quizzical eyebrow.

‘’Stick your fingers inside me,’’ you repeated, running a hand through his curly hair.

He nodded quickly, then pushed a finger between your folds, easily sliding in.

‘’Aah,’’ you moaned, clenching around his finger. ‘’You can go deeper. You’re not gonna hurt me.’’

Unsure, he asked, ‘’Yeah?’’

‘’Yeah.’’ You trailed down kisses on his jaw, humming in pleasure as he pushed his finger deeper. ‘’And you can add a second if you— aah,’’ you whimpered softly, feeling a second finger entering. You clenched around them. They felt so good inside you. Your hands found his neck, and you pulled him for a chaste kiss. ‘’You’re doing so good, Ethan,’’ you whispered against his lips. ‘’Making me so fucking wet.’’

‘’Am I?’’ he asked.

‘’Yeah, baby.’’

A smug grin spread on his still flushed face, but he turned to hide it.

You tipped his chin back toward you. ‘’Don’t be shy. It’s okay to be smug sometimes.’’ Ethan nodded and you eyed down at the big bulge poking the fabric of his jeans, then locked your stare with his. ��’Wanna show me what’s under there?’’

‘’R-right there?’’ You hummed, pressing harder and making him pant with his mouth open for a couple seconds before uttering out a few words. ‘’Do I have to?’’ Ethan bit his lip, trying to find a way to explain himself without coming off as some cliché shy virgin. ‘’I just shy and…and don’t want to disappoint you.’’

You nodded in understanding and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to your naked body. ‘’Well, don’t be shy. It’s me who’s naked. If anyone here should be shy, it’s me.’’

You purposely didn’t comment on the sweet little moan Ethan gave when you finally reached under his boxers, your skilled fingers pulling his dick out into the open. His shaft was long and thick,

‘’You’ve been hiding this from me all this time. You have such a pretty cock,’’ you replied, and you felt him twitch in your hand in response to your praise. ‘’Your dick is so nice, Ethan. Look.’’ You ran a finger through the wetness forming on his tip, and Ethan’s whole body jerked. ‘’You’re leaking already. I like it.’’ You rubbed your thumb back and forth over his slit, enjoying the noises Ethan couldn’t hold back.

‘’J-just for you.’’ 

''Well, let me do something just for you.''

You removed your hand and moved back on the couch a little, getting a better angle to lean down and take Ethan's cock in your mouth. He would have liked a warning, but the strangled cry that echoed through the living room when you took him had you mentally grinning with mischief. 

Your head bowed over him as you started sucking, eliciting more sounds of pleasure from Ethan. Getting his first blowjob was an emotional ride. You bobbed your head in practiced form while your hand jerked him at the base, then gave his tip a few kitten licks before taking him all in again.

Less than forty seconds later, Ethan's thighs were trembling and he was clenching the couch cushion, struggling to hold back. 

''If you don't stop, I'm gonna c-cum,'' he rushed out, trying to hold back.

Not wanting the fun to be over so soon, you withdrew away and wiped your mouth, a mix of spit, pre-cum and cherry lip gloss. Ethan wanted that exact image to stay engraved in his mind forever. 

''Do you have condoms?'' you asked, breaking him out of his stare.

The light in Ethan's eyes died. Fuck. He didn't have any. Given his luck with the ladies, he never saw a point of buying any. But it's always when you don't expect to need something that you end up needing it.

Luckily, his roommate had some.

''Do you mind if I do everything myself?''

Ethan shook his head, his eyes glued on your face as if he was under a spell.

You climbed over Ethan's lap after he slipped the condom on, hovering right above his hard cock. It was standing straight against his stomach, its tip weeping as it brushed the fabric of his henley shirt. Why was he still wearing that shirt?

You pulled it off him, discarding it behind you with the rest of his clothes.

Slowly, you sank down his cock, feeling it stretch your walls and relishing in the feeling and the look of pleasure plastered on Ethan's face. He looked so cute with his mouth open, breathy moans echoing around the living room. 

''Oh shit,'' he said as his head dropped back, feeling all of you around him, warm and tight. Ethan had dreamed about that very moment many times, but it was like nothing he has ever felt before.

''You're not going to cum, are you?''

Virgins usually don’t last long the first time.

Again, Ethan shook his head. ''No.''

Trusting him to keep his words, you started lifting yourself and sinking back down, eliciting a loud gasp from the sweet boy before you. You continued your movements, staying slow and steady to not overwhelm Ethan too quick. 

''You're filling me to good, Ethan,'' you praised, trying to shift his attention. ''I didn't know you had this in your pants...or those nice biceps,'' you said, running your hands over his defined muscles. 

''I go to the gym with my room— aah. My roommate,'' Ethan explained, keeping his hands at his sides and not really knowing what to do with them.

As if reading his thoughts, you guided his hands up your thighs and sides, then over your breasts — who were bouncing beautifully as you moved. ‘’Don’t be shy. You can touch me wherever you want.’’

Ethan nodded, beginning to pull and pinch at your left nipple, then doing the same to the other one, slowly getting more confident.

You connected your mouths again, moaning into his as you picked up the pace while reaching down to rub circled on your clit. In a few more movements of hips, you felt Ethan's hands crips right before he came into the condom, milking him as he did.

‘’Sorry. I couldn’t hold any longer,’’ he apologized, running his hands over his sweaty, embarrassed face. 

You blinked slowly at him. ‘’It’s alright.'' You hand a hand through his hair. ''If you want, there’ll be many more times like this.’’

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[powerwordnap]

I finally played through the first two dragon age games and I’ve only played about 15 minutes of inquisition and oh wow I hate it

I’ll still play it. I’m just gonna complain the whole time

[sinplasm]

Behold! Roy and Ross in Panty and stocking style! (Kinda)

This was just an excuse to try out the paswg artstyle

I wanna do more characters later

[lilirari]

the fifa world11 teams are so rigged wtf

[alightbuthappypen]

Everything I try to do is coming out wrong and taking three times as long to end up five times as shit, sorry, I don't know when or if this situation will resolve itself

[beafics]

i literally just started watching the witcher and i'm currently on season 2 and you're telling me that the only man i can ever imagine being geralt is being replaced after season 3 by the least interesting (buttered bread is more appealing) hemsworth brother and that he's going back to playing his most boring role as the most boring superhero??

me? oh, i'm not mad. what gives you the impression that i'm livid? that i'm about to go postal? nope, not me. never.

[secondbeatsongs]

for anyone too young to know this: watching The Truman Show is a vastly different experience now, compared to how it was before youtube and social media influencers became normal

before it was like, "what a horrifying thing to do to a human being! to take away their autonomy and privacy, all for the sake of profits! to create fake scenarios for them to react to, just to retain viewership! to ruin their happiness just so some corporate entity could harvest money from their very humanity! how could anyone do something so evil?"

and now it's like, "ah, yeah. this is still deeply fucked up, but it's pretty much what every influencer has been doing to their kids for a decade now. probably bad that we've normalized this experience"

[artsekey]

Thinking about the time I lost a game of Overwatch and I was so mad about it that I genuinely considered getting into shit with the other team in chat and then realized that it was a colossal waste of my living breathing Human Time and uninstalled Overwatch instead because it was only making me angry.

And then thought about the OTHER time when I was on TikTok and realized I was Not Enjoying Myself and was, in fact, seeing so many sad videos and fake influencer ads that I felt Truly Despondent and then just…Deleted it.

Imo I want my social media /general media experience to be a pleasant break from real world and I get to decide what I get to cull to make that a reality for myself. I highly reccomended it! Life has improved considerably!

[egophiliac]

like mother, like son, but less wholesome this time?

(I couldn't decide whether or not to put them together, so have them in all the different ways!)

[quimiri]

teamfortes :)

[evnnkinard]

the first time after they have sex buck tries not to be too clingy. holds onto the following moments post orgasm where tommy's still on top of him, inside of him, and they trade slow, soft kisses, panting into each others mouths. lets himself run his hands across tommy's skin, down his back, over his sides, memorising. but bites back his whine when tommy finally pulls away. he hums softly when tommy kisses his cheek and murmurs, "i'll be right back," and ignores the urge to grab his hand and beg him to stay. lets him leave the bed and tries to focus on something else other than the way his skin immediately feels cold. tries not to feel disappointed. reminds himself that everybody has different needs, it's not all about him. instead, tries to summon the energy to get his own legs working again so he can get up, too.

and then tommy's back. there's a cloth, damp with warm water, swiping gently across his stomach, down his thighs, cleaning him. he can't help the sound that escapes him this time when tommy wipes over his hole, still sensitive, even with as careful as tommy is. tommy runs a hand along his thigh, soothing, apologetic, says, "sorry, kid. you'll regret it in about five minutes if we don't clean up now though, trust me," his voice is raspy, still sounding as thoroughly fucked as when he was in the process of actually fucking buck. buck tries not to preen.

and then tommy's throwing the cloth across the room and buck hears the gentle thump of it landing in the laundry basket. thinks, stupidly, 'score'. and then there's a kiss being placed on buck's inner thigh, and then his stomach, and then tommy's making his way back up buck's body, kissing his mouth. buck sighs, melts into the kiss. doesn't grab onto tommy's shoulder, the back of his head, like he so desperately wants to. lets tommy pull away again, though he doesn't go far this time, hovering over buck.

"s'okay. you- you didn't have to do that, though. i- i would've-" and tommy shuts him up with another kiss. he's smiling oh so softly when he pulls away, has his 'evan' expression on his face, as everyone else has deemed it. flicks his eyes over buck's face, searching, says, "evan. i wanted to, okay? i like looking after you. makes my hindbrain happy."

buck laughs, feels warm in the way he's come accustomed to feeling when he's with tommy, and tommy's smile widens, like he's accomplished exactly what he wanted to and then he's flopping down next to buck, close, so close that their shoulders, arms, thighs are touching, pressed lightly against each other, but he doesn't move to do anything else. a minute ticks by and buck wants to shuffle closer, curl his body around his boyfriends and have tommy's arms wrap around him, engulf him in that way that always makes him feel safe, loved. knows if he asked, tommy would absolutely oblige because he's so good, so amazing like that. doesn't ask. doesn't want to put tommy out. stays where he is, settles for the points of contact they're already sharing despite the ways his skin screams-

"evan," buck startles, doesn't think it's the first time tommy's said his name. rolls his head on his pillow and finds tommy already looking at him, eyes crinkled in amusement. wants to reach out and run his fingers along the lines, ingrain them into his memory. doesn't, but tommy does. reaches out with both hands, pulls at him, gently but firmly, "come on, get over here, i wanna cuddle," he manhandles and rearranges buck how he wants him, until buck's lying half on top of him. head tucked under his chin, one of his thighs thrown across his legs and buck has to remind his dick that they've just had sex and to calm the fuck down because fuck- that's hot, but now's really not the time. one of tommy's arms falls across his waist, tugging buck impossibly closer, like he'd tuck buck inside his skin if he could. buck wouldn't stop him. tommy's other hand comes to rest against buck's head, fingers occasionally moving to pet at his mess of curls.

and buck tucks his face further into tommy's neck, takes a breathe, and another, surrounds his senses with his boyfriend. clings, because he thinks it's okay this time. tommy's clinging, too. lips press to the top of his head, dropping a kiss there. hears tommy's soft, "you okay?"

"yeah. yeah, i'm okay. just- this- this is nice. i- i really like being close to you."

"yeah? good. i really like being close to you, too, evan."

[starrystevie]

eddie’s going on a tinder date with a cute guy named steve.

he likes his freckles, brown eyes and cheeky grin. they don’t have much in common but the conversations they have in the app messages flows suspiciously easily. he’s a bit in love and antsy at the table as he watches the door anxiously for his date.

he sees person after person walk into the bar and his beer is dripping condensation onto his hand as he grips it, nerves shooting through the roof. eddie glances at the table and then back up to the door when a guy walks in and if eddie wasn’t waiting for his date, he’d want to go talk to him.

he’s cute, hot even, floppy brown hair and a charming grin, hands shoved into the pockets of his coat as he looks around the bar. his shirt clings to him in just the right way and his jeans fit him a bit too perfectly. eddie can’t help but stare and then the guy is staring back while he waves, ducking his head as he walks over.

“hey, eddie,” the man breathes out, his cheeks tinged pink from the wind. “sorry i'm late. parking was a bitch.”

and eddie’s confused. because this guy has brown eyes but not the ones he expected. freckles that are more spread out and distinct, trailing down to his neck instead of blanketing his face. his smile is perfect and he’s looking at eddie like he knows him. eddie’s a bit stunned, gaping at the guy with a slack jaw, because he’d remember someone as handsome as him if they’d met before.

“…hi?” he says like it's a question, taking a sip of his beer to do something with his hands.

he watches as the man’s eyebrows crease in confusion and the way his shirt stretches over his chest as he takes off his jacket. “it’s- i’m steve? you are eddie, right?”

eddie can feel his own eyebrows raising, wiping off his damp hand to fish his phone out of his pocket. he quickly finds steve’s profile, ignoring the messages they've sent each other over the past weeks that leave his stomach filled with butterflies, and pulls up the profile picture steve uploaded.

looking at it closely, he glances at who he thinks is steve, at the freckles dusting over his face and the toothy grin he's flashing at the camera. he's not exactly they type eddie usually goes for, but he's witty and sweet and knows about dnd, apparently, so what's not to love?

but then he looks at the other person in the picture that's slightly out of focused next to ‘steve’. looks at the two moles stark on the side of his neck, his pink tinted cheeks. the floopy brown hair and the pretty brown eyes and-

“steve?!” eddie exclaims, looking between the man in front of him and the picture on his phone. “you’re steve?”

the guy- steve- grins sheepishly, leaning on his elbows over the table to look at eddie’s eyes phone. he’s close, too close, close enough that eddie wants to-

“ohh,” he says and scratches at the back oh his head, eyes downturned with a blush trailing up his neck. “yeah, maybe i shouldn’t have used a group photo for a dating app.”

“so who did i think you were?”

their eyes meet and even in the dim bar light, eddie finds himself falling into the specks of green he sees. steve looks at the phone quickly then back up with a smirk. “my best friend, tommy. he’s kind of an asshole, though. you’re better off with me.”

“is that so?” eddie leans back, taking a sip of his beer, and really takes in his date that he now knows is steve. his toned arms, his broad shoulders, his pretty pink cheeks and pretty pink lips.

“what, are you disappointed?”

steve smiles gently and it lights up his face in a way eddie isn’t expecting. between the way he looks in a dingy bar and the way talking with steve is easier than any date he’s had before, he can’t imagine what disappointment he could ever possibly feel knowing that his date is who he is.

suddenly there’s a foot hooking around his ankle and it sends goosebumps tingling up his spine. steve’s smile softens just a bit and eddie can feel himself mirroring it back, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“i don’t think disappointed’s the right word.”

crossposted on twitter!

[spaciebabie]

papyrus does his taxes ☹☹☹☹☹

[bixels]

Bit of a weird question, but what is your overall least favorite thing about MLP? 

Sparity.

[starwarjotta]

Day 5 - caf since my scribbles can be totally illegible, here’s a transcript Obi-Wan: Here you go, Cody Cody: Oh, thanks, sir Cody: this... it’s caf? Obi-Wan: Ah, yes! I’ve noticed my teas are not really to your tastes, so I stocked up some caf for you instead! I hope it’s okay Cody: ... oh Cody: ...thank you.

[starryfictionalgirl]

Watcher announcing they’re leaving YouTube and putting all their new content behind a paywall via a new streaming service in a nutshell: