#torge

[oldschoolfrp]

Torg, where worlds collide (Valerie Valusek art for Aysle, supplement for Torg, West End Games, 1990)

[itzmaztercom]

People say bill acts gay..but hoe look at them

[georgscumdump]

Dom tom kaulitz x sub girl reader. Tom and you get into an argument because he was cheating on you when he was on tour so you guys are not on speaking terms, you end up cheating on him & he finds out so he confronts you in your apartment and you guys argue & he tells you that you’re all his and only he can touch you and blah blah all of that and you guys end up having sex 😍

My Belongings. ♡

Tom x f!reader

summary: tom cheats, so you give him a taste of his own medicine. oh but that would backfire...

warnings: smut, like this is filthy, angst? tom and y/n argue a bit, back to this, squirting, nipple play, freaky positions(fuck off Sabrina), tom being the sexy man he is, probably etc.

a/n: ruined my sleeping schedule just to write this<333 but it was so worth it cuz I love this

“For fucks sake Y/N I was drunk!” “That doesn't change the fact you cheated Tom!”

You shouldn’t be surprised he did to be honest. Context, while Tom was on tour with Bill, Georg and Gustav, he had gotten drunk out of his mind and slept with a woman who wasn’t you. And yes, he was drunk, but it still made you mad. How did you find out? Well shit, it was the main headline!

‘End of a relationship? Tokio Hotel guitarist Tom Kaulitz spotted with a woman who isn’t his girlfriend’

Again, you shouldn’t be surprised he cheated. I mean hell, he slept with every girl he laid his eyes on. But it just pisses you off to know he did this.

“God you’re so possessive!” “Me? Possessive? Are you fucking kidding me Tom?!”

He got tired of arguing, so he just rolled his eyes and without another word he walked towards the front door; opening it, walking out and closing the door behind him. Is this man serious right now?

*20 minutes later…*

You were sitting in your room, by yourself. You were thinking about the fight you and Tom had had not too long ago. You weren’t sad, just angry. He was really that immature to walk out in the middle of a fight. But also you can’t help but mentally lecture yourself for getting so mad at him for cheating.

Cheating… 

Now that gave you an idea.

*big ass time skip*

You don’t remember what happened, but you woke up with a pounding headache. Opening your eyes and sitting up, you looked at your surroundings, noting you were somewhere else than your room. Then it hit you with what happened the night before. Your eyes widened at the thought, you had to get out of this place before this random person woke up.

Looking for your belongings, you grab them and shove them in your bag. Running out of the house and slamming the door behind you, you looked like a complete hooligan walking the streets to the apartment building.

Making it back to the comfort of your apartment, you had thought about what you had done the night before and smirked to yourself.

Context, you had gone clubbing with your friends last night and slept with another man. Apart from you wanting to get out of the apartment for once to hang out with the girls, the whole reason was to give Tom a taste of his own medicine.

You didn’t feel one bit guilty about it because again, it was a taste of his own medicine. Now you just wait…

*another time skip oh no*

You were sitting in your room doing god knows what, thinking to yourself maybe you had gone a bit too far to have slept with another man over something that could’ve been sorted very quickly. But the other side of you didn’t give a fuck, and thought he deserved it.

Speaking of that, you hear the front door of your apartment open. Thinking someone had broken in, you rush out to see Tom standing there.

“Oh, hi Tom.” “Don’t fucking hi me, what did you do last night?”

Here we go.

“Well, what do you think?” You reply back confidently, placing your hand upon your hip.

“Why the fuck did you sleep with someone else, huh?!” “Well you did, so why can’t I?” “Because you're mine! You belong to me!”

“Says the man who slept with someone else.”

“Don’t act smart with me, Y/N.”

“Why shouldn’t I? You slept with another girl, yet you're talking some ‘oh I belong to you!’. And you call me possessive? Are you stupid?”

Oh he didn’t like that.

*another fucking time skip omg*

“Fuck, Tom- n-no more please!!” “n-not happening, you deserve this slut.” He said cockily.

He had you under him in doggy, fucking into you as if it were the last time he were to; ramming into you till your brains practically melted out of your pussy, you needed a break. Pathetically moaning on his cock, not caring about your poor neighbors, knowing damn well they were going to file a noise complaint. But again, you couldn’t care less as of right now. But at the same time, you needed a break damn well.

Your eyes rolled back as you felt his tip hammer that one specific spongy spot inside of you, back arching, making Tom able to hit deeper. You squeezed his cock tightly, making him groan. He roped his hand around your body, reaching your clit and rubbing it roughly. The stimulation brought you closer to the edge as the feeling of him also fucking your pussy till you couldn’t even think straight.

“Tell me,” He spoke, grabbing your hips in order to keep them still, continuing his rough thrusts. “Who do- fuck, who do you belong to?” He asked cockily, not letting his thrusts soften. You weren’t mentally here as of right now, nonetheless you still tried to answer his question.

“B-belong to you..” “What was that, prinzessin? Couldn’t hear ya.” He teased, smirking to himself, knowing there wasn’t a single thought in your head. He once again roped his hand around your body to press against the bulge in your stomach due to his cock being so deep inside of you. You gasped at the pleasure.

“I-I belong to you!!” “That’s right honey, you're mine. Isn’t that right?” “Yes!! M’ all yours, shit- m’ gonna cum- mmmm!” Squeezing his dick, you let your orgasm hit you. The feeling of your puss squeezing his dick had him cumming with you, his eyes rolling back at the amazing feeling. Thrusting slowly till you came down from your orgasm, he pulled out; but he wasn’t done, no no.

He flipped you over and pushed back in, continuing his thrusts at the same pace from earlier. Grabbing your thighs and pushing your legs apart, he admired the way his cock pushed in and out of your puss. Putting your legs down, he placed his hands on your boobs as his thumbs started to toy with your nipples, the feeling of it made your eyes tear up, the sensation going in between your legs to where Tom was thrusting roughly.

You were getting closer, but this orgasm felt different. Like you couldn’t put your finger on it. You tried fucking yourself on his dick along with his thrusts, making him smirk.

He moved one of his hands away from your boob and down to in between your legs down to your clit, rubbing harshly once again. And without warning you felt your orgasm crash down, and remember when you thought about your orgasm being different? Well, you were right. Instead of there being a white ring around his base, you had squirted all over his dick.

His eyes widened, before pulling out. He tried to ignore how much his cock was twitching from seeing you squirt, and asked you if you were okay.

“Holy shit, are you okay prinzessin? Did I go too rough?”

How does he have the audacity to ask that after being so feral to you and your pussy?

[haveyouplayedthisttrpg]

Have you played TORG ?

By Greg Gorden and Bill Slavicsek

Multiverses have invaded Earth, each imposing their own physical laws on the areas they control and hoping to siphon our Possibilities to become the Torg. PCs play Storm Knights, able to withstand changing realities and fighting the invaders. Cross-genre play with d20s supported by a drama card deck.

[beautifulstorms]

Andrew Torgashev, Scheherazade • NHK Trophy 2024

[t0mkslvt46]

Happy birthday Georg!!! —𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖

[huariqueje]

Turist II   -   Ingrid Fröhlich

German, b. 1940-

Mixed media, collage , 21 x 30 cm.

[chilliphoenix]

How inspiring..☺️

"AND BUMBLEBEE!" ahh Gus😭/j

[thejordanxxx]

[oldschoolfrp]

Aysle is a realm of fantasy seeping into Northern Europe, "where elemental dragons fly through the skies over Belfast; hulking trolls lead street gangs in Oslo; mysterious elves practice arcane arts in Stockholm; and pragmatic dwarves work on the London Stock Exchange." (Daniel Horne cover art for Aysle, aka The Aysle Sourcebook, for Torg, West End Games, 1990)

[itzmaztercom]

[georgscumdump]

hi diva can you do Bill x female reader (2011) trying out 69 cause hes so needy after seeing yn wearing his fav underwear set

morning activities. ♡

2011 Bill x f!reader

summary: 69ing with Biel>.<

warnings: smut, oral(f and m receiving), 69, probably more:(

a/n: ANON BABE THIS REQ WAS SO GOOD LET ME FUCK U PRETTY PLEASEEEFBHUE>.<

It was a simple morning. Though you woke up earlier than you intended, it was a calming morning, though your boyfriend, Bill, slept in. Not that you were mad at him for it, you would never. He was never a morning person; and he loved his sleep, so it was explanatory why he slept in.

In the bathroom, you stood there in your pink matching bra and panties, brushing your teeth. You heard footsteps outside the door walking to the kitchen, indicating Bill was awake. He must’ve been looking for you when you heard him yell your name.

“Y/N??”

He yelled, then you heard him walking towards the bathroom. In the midst of continuing to brush your teeth you heard the door open. You weren’t looking at him, but oh boy he was looking at you. His eyes widened as they ranked up and down your body. It was like he was hypnotised, he couldn’t help that you looked so hot, so in his head it was your fault for looking so sexy.

It also didn’t help that the toothpaste surrounding your mouth looked like something else.

“Schatzi..” Bill let out, catching your attention. You looked at his figure standing in the doorway, staring at you like a predator found his prey.

Which led you to where you are now.

*time skip bc i can’t write🩷🩷*

You were hesitant, but Bill insisted. And you just couldn’t deny the way he begged to you;

So, you let him have his way.

You felt weird doing this, but also excited. Bill laid underneath you, your cunt hovering above his face, as you stared at his hard on. As you started giving his tip kitten licks, Bill went straight in; grabbing your hips and going to town as if it was the last time he ever were to. You shuddered and gasped when he did it without warning, making him smirk against you. Continuing to devour your precious cunt, you were already shaking. 

You then carefully wrapped your lips around his tip, before deepthroating the whole thing. Bill moaned against you, sending a chill down your spine. You started to slowly bob your head up and down, the vibrations of him grunting and groaning against your cunt as he shamelessly ate it up was sending you closer to the edge than you thought.

Feeling him attach his lips to your clit sent you over the edge, whimpering around his dick as you felt the tight knot in your stomach unravel. Your eyes rolling back at the feeling of Bill’s tongue licking at your folds, taking what you had to offer from your orgasm.

You started bobbing your head up and down faster, feeling him moan against you. Without warning, he came into your mouth; His semen shooting into your mouth, and you gladly and shamelessly swallowed it all.

That was the best part of your morning.

ugh anon you don’t understand how much I love this req like AGHHSNSNSNHEHABYSSGHSH:(

[shayberri789]

I am 90% into Ship of Magic and I have FULLY boarded the "EVERYTHING COULD BE SOLVED WITH A SINGLE DIVORCE" ship. Set sail. Time for the blond haired bastard to WALK THE PLANK

[peterlorres21stcentury]

The Glutton by A.K. Blakemore

I finally had the chance to return to reading The Glutton in between completing the most mindless data entry imaginable at work today, and I feel like I must pour some thoughts onto the page, now, before I invariably forget to leave my thoughts on Goodreads and no doubt frighten the author with my intensity.

I fucking love this book.

More books need to be like this. I mean the richness of the prose, the depth of every single character we meet in this cursed hero's journey, the level of detail down to the ineffable smells of a time long past. This is what the reading experience needs to be, are you listening to me oh ye publishers, I said fuck your boring sparse sterile "marketable" prose and BURN IT, BURN THE ENTIRE MORIBUND INDUSTRY TO THE GROUND

Now that that's out of the way, this is a fictionalized account of Tarare, French peasant and sideshow performer who came of age during the French Revolution. He was a real man with a real medical condition, though we don't know exactly what, which cursed him with unending hunger. (This particular narrative implies that a serious head injury during his adolescence was responsible for fucking up his sense of appetite, which I found to be a clever and plausible explanation, but again, history knows almost nothing of his early life). He made his living, among other things, as a street performer, eating whatever inedible stuff the crowd threw at him. He was briefly a conscripted solider, and later, (possibly) a child-eating cannibal, though the truth is murky and lost to time.

I knew about Tarare before reading this book, and indeed he was a significant influence on my own character Georg, another ravenous creature in human shape. Georg is significantly more of an impossible fantasy, preferring his meals alive and whole and human, s'il vous plaît (I should say bitte; Georg is the Germanic Tarare). Even so, I see so much of Georg in this version of Tarare, it's uncanny. His sweet simplicity and innocence, his insistent hunger. Even his large-eyedness (he is described in the text as having exceptionally large blue-gray eyes, but I can't help but see and hear dark-eyed Peter Lorre speaking his dialogue. It doesn't help that I imagine Peter Lorre as everything, including Georg, but shhh).

The author of this book said in an interview that she learned to ignore the inner critic voice that said "this will be too gross for anyone." But it's actually not all gory and gross. I found a lot of it intensely sensual, and not just because of my eating fetish! I practically screamed for joy when Tarare falls asleep after gorging himself and dreams of becoming a devourer of worlds:

He gropes his way to the far wall, feeling a quickening, an unbidden rush of blood to his cock. Gropes hard and stun-blind across the stonework until his sticky fingers grasp at the handle of another door, and this he opens, goes through (being alive, feeling in the darkness, he takes himself out of his trousers with a shudder of mad pleasure) and the dawnlight comes into this cool still room through a small window, and falls on stores and pickles and jams and mustards and loaves left to cool under damp white cloth and pale soft-moon cheeses and the boy, the boy Tarare, who quivers in delight and terror of himself and his so alive life and his vast, enormous appetite— * * * In his dream, Tarare eats the whole of France. His face looms over the rooftops of thatch and red tile as the sun will loom on the Day of Judgement, laurelled in cirrus. He scoops the glassy lakes up in his hands and brings them to his mouth to drink. He prises up the wheatfields with his nails and they spiral into fuzzy ribbons, like apple peel. He sees his mother then, so far below him. She comes out of their house and lifts her face upward, and the sweet waters of the Gaude and the Bourget trickle from between his fingers and fall on to her cheeks as a life-giving rain. He grasps at the sides of a mountain and wrenches it from the earth. Holding it to his ear he hears the screams of the little people in their gaily painted houses. Skinny goats roll down the scree like crumbs, unfooted, and the geese take flight. A white swan with its wings outspread passes as a glitter across the vast darkness of his pupil. And when he is full, he sleeps, with his spine curled against the Pyrenees.

And my brain lit up with recognition and I was internally shouting YES, YES THAT IS WHAT GEORG WISHES TOO and by this point I was so happily unhinged I could hardly contain myself. I don't know if the author was writing it with people like me in mind, but I'm glad she did.

[bew1txched]

guys they're expecting!!! 😻😻😋😋😋💓💓💓😍😍😍

baby due august 12 2025 😋

[sluggy-sporadically]

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