a blurb of them getting caught but the press and what happens afterwards 🤭

the party was boring anyway. you left with a boy you'd known for an hour. he wore too much cologne, and his hands got anxious when they weren't all over you, his clammy hands leaving prints on the satin of your gown from pawing at you on the dancefloor. he led you out of the party with your hand in his, nearly running out the door with you, eventually leading you here.

the cold air against your cunt makes you clench, and you whine at the emptiness while alex stands behind you, fumbling with the zipper to his trousers. the sound of the zipper finally coming undone makes your cunt squeeze again, his large hands gripping your hips tightly as he sinks into you. he grunts once fully seated, earning another squeeze from your needy core. alex chuckles at the reaction, giving your ass a playful smack.

you wonder if he's ever had sex before, his hips stuttering between rolling and thrusting, his hands moving from your hips to attempting to cup your breasts, an uneasy feat due to his powerful, needy thrusts. it gets the job done, though, your moans remain loud, and his cock hits the right spots. you're glad he's here to remind you that you're in public, his sweaty hand reaching over to cover your mouth.

"you're gonna get us in trouble. we can't have that, right, princess?"

in the corner of your eye, a light flashes. you're too out of it to think anything of it as your vision clouds with stars, your orgasm in sight, your cunt preparing to clutch at him for the final time.

"i shouldn't admit this," he chuckles, panting as his thrusts fall in and out of rhythm. "but i bought a magazine ‘coz you were on the cover. fuck, that bikini you were wearing? i've been dreaming about you ever since."

you're flattered.

you wonder how long he's kept this from his girlfriend.

the knot in your stomach loosens, and you come with a muffled moan, your walls holding him tight as alex's movements carry on. a low, throaty groan leaves his lips as he holds you in place, his warm release spilling into your weeping cunt. he relishes in your warmth before pulling out, spinning you by the waist to face him once you're no longer against the tree. the rough bark is sure to leave dents in your back as his chapped lips crash onto yours, alcohol and tobacco on his eager tongue. he pulls away with an awkward, boyish smile, his lips glittery and shiny with your lip gloss.

"i wank to your pictures every night."

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there's a buzzing noise. your eyes attempt to adjust to the sunlight drowning your bedroom while your hands scavenge the bed for your cell phone. the buzzing noise stops, and now you're lifting the duvet and pillows for your phone. you finally find it and flip it open, your screen full of several missed calls and a text from your agent.

Don't worry. We're handling it.

confused, you skim through your call log; most are from your agent, a few friends, and one from a number you don't recognize. they left you a voicemail.

"hey, are you alright? i have to talk to you. call me when you can."

it's alex. the concern in his tone makes your heart pound as your trembling thumb hovers over the call button. you're hoping he's concerned that you forgot to call when you got home like you promised or you dropped an earring, something small. you put the phone to your ear so you don't have to watch yourself press the button. alex picks up on the third ring.

"hello?" you answer.

your name tumbles out of his mouth like a sigh of relief. It sets you at ease, but why would he be relieved over something trivial? there's a pause between what he says next, and you realize you didn't drop an earring. before going bed the night prior, you had a suspicion about the flash you might’ve saw but the text message from your agent and calls from your friends begin connecting the dots for you. the sour taste of vomit bubbles in your throat as your heart drums wildly. you'll believe it once you hear it from your accomplice.

"yeah, i wanted to talk about last night. we got caught."

just saw a clip where f1nn5ter was saying how at this point, he can’t be cis, but at the same time, he doesn’t feel like he’s trans—he’s just neither. and someone in chat was like “you can’t be neither cis nor trans that’s not how it works” i love finn but why is his chat so fucking bad 😭 stop recreating binaries for the love of god, identity does not have to fall into these neat little boxes for you to police

staff still hasn't given me polls, what should i do?

🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪 their moms 69%

🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪 their dads 31%

grace image os i get to look at her

*points at ur pussy* are u gonna finish that? *tummy growls really loud*

idk if this is accurate but i’ve felt like in previous seasons riz & gorgug have been one of the inter-bad kids dynamics we’ve seen the least of & this season has been so great in that aspect. gorgug having helped make some of riz’s magic gear. riz helping gorgug with his studies. the shared birthday party. gorgug’s gift to riz being something he himself made to protect riz. riz’s gift to gorgug being something he illegally grabbed to protect gorgug. gorgug who utilizes rage to put his body on the line for his friends & riz who will take deep levels of mental stress for his friends. even though it was within the context of a joke, riz calling gorgug an “absolute sweetie.” like yea they might not be in a band together or both part of a presidential campaign team or owlbears teammates, but they’d go to war for each other, because they’re best friends.

more textures ft. Beanix getting into spats 😁

Kissing while sitting in his lap, panties tossed to the side and his pants pulled to his thighs. Languid grinds against his cock, covering it with your wetness, listening to his soft sighs. You both agreed not to put it in; “Just sit on my lap and rub on it,” he said. But with each slow grind, each deepening kiss and the way your hands trace along his neck, you can feel the tip of his cock catching your entrance, little by little. He feels too good; his shaft dragging between your lips, rubbing your clit, back and forth. His hazy eyes look down your chest, and he tugs at your shirt, so he can take your tit in his mouth. His cockhead still inching a little deeper into your hole with each grind, and the help of his hips starting to push up. You rub your hands through his hair, pushing his bangs back to better watch him latch onto your tit. He feels too good. He’s so close to being inside you. Just a few more nudges. You push down, one last grind opening you up, your thighs flush to his hips now. Cock disappearing inside. He bites your tit, moaning at the sensation of being inside of you.

i didn't realize you could ask lilienne out not alone

head empty just Dami and Oaki

HI YOUR ART MAKES ME SMILE SO FUCKING HARD GOT ME GIGGLING AT MY SCREEN AND SHIT

*slaps you with this across the face*

Just.. just shitty doodles of Lucifer admiring Alastor cuz he thinks he’s beautiful

Gem and the holograms scotts!

ova nine, a few years later 🍂

oh the entire episode when gus was trying to connect with hunter through bootleg star trek 😭 😭 😭 he brought it up completely out of the blue and immediately told hunter about the clone character 😭 😭 😭 and later he told hunter that the character gus himself dressed up as already knew he was a clone 😭 😭 😭 he was trying to talk to hunter what he saw in belos’s mind but he didn’t want to bring it up too suddenly in case hunter got upset 😭 😭 😭

Apparently we’re dropping our high school drama. So in 2012 this girl got murdered by her boyfriend and then killed himself. And everyone just believed this for like 5 years. Then in 2017 this girl looked into the murder for a school project and it’s a long story but she figured out who the real murderer(s) were. I’m pretty sure the boyfriend’s little brother helped her solve it too. Anyways I think she ended up going to Cambridge and she made a podcast about it. There’s also a TV show coming out about it in July 2024. That’s crazy right haha yeah fun times.

Macaque possessing MK privileges

@chipper-smol IM STILL ADDING ON TO IT GIMME A MIN