#rj <3

[lovelyhan]

Kai hi! Don't know how and why but, I've been experiencing severe Seventeen brainrot in general so, I'm here to supply hard thoughts. (Also, I reread the JeongCheol x Reader trilogy you wrote and it remains a favourite of mine.)

I don't know who to start with so, I'll go with my man lol. The thought of being forced to cum on Cheol's ridiculously thick fingers makes me need to sit down. You know he'd be running his mouth too and, telling you how good you're doing for him.

the svt brainrot is well-deserved <3 and JAAHFJHD i'm so touched you reread inflection point thank you so much TT BUT HELLO? being forced to cum on cheol's fingers.... [kai.exe has stopped working]?!??!?

it kind of reminds me of the oneshot i wrote after he posted those pics on ig :| his fingers,,, what i'd do to get to cum around them /gen,, you can treat this drabble as a short continuation to that fic :3c

⟣ forced orgasm with cheol �� wc: 0.8k words minors do not interact!

Choi Seungcheol is a man of his word.

When he tells you he'll pick you up at seven o'clock on a Friday evening despite his harrowing schedule, he'll pull up at the curb in front of your apartment with five minutes to spare. When he promises to call you every night he's away on tour, he'll phone you despite the time differences, and the fact that he sounds way too tired to be asking you about your day.

So when your boyfriend promises to stuff you full the next time you see each other, you know better than to call his bluff.

About twenty minutes since he hung up, you hear the telltale knocking on your door. You don't bother putting your underwear back on -- fully confident of the identity of your late-night visitor.

It's safe to say that when Seungcheol sees you behind the crack in the door wearing nothing but a flimsy tank top with your pert nipples straining against the fabric, you were completely at his mercy.

You don't even make it back to your room. Seungcheol simply brushes past you and makes himself comfortable on your couch -- dark eyes hooded with equal parts arousal and disappointment as he manspreads all over the cushions. Fuck.

"If I wasn't the one who was outside, what would've you done then?" he asks gruffly. "I didn't know you were such a fucking slut, princess. Answering the door wearing nothing but that top of yours. Might as well have done it naked."

You humor him with a laugh before striding over to take a seat on one of his thighs, making a mess of his sweatpants as you rub your needy pussy all over the fabric.

"That's just how badly I need you, Cheol," you whimper, sliding your hips against his thigh for the friction you've been craving since you saw those pictures he posted. When you feel those big, warm hands of his sliding up your thighs, you can't help the moan that spills from your lips.

"Turn around and sit on my lap," he commands, and you're much too willing to comply.

The moment your back is pressed against his broad chest, Seungcheol pries your legs apart -- gathering your slick between his fingers before prodding your lips with them. When your boyfriend whispers a quiet, "That's my girl," you practically preen at his praise.

And that's how you find yourself writhing on your boyfriend's lap as he fucks you open on his thick, large fingers -- whining and crying as your walls clamp down on each digit. Seungcheol deigned to start with three, as you've already loosened yourself up during that sultry phone call you shared before he came over, and he delights in how depraved you are from his mere fingers alone.

"Such a good fucking girl for me, aren't you?" he rasps, sinking those digits into your cunt before curling them just so. "You miss me that much, baby? Want to keep me all to yourself?"

"F-Fuck, Cheol!"

You can't even bring yourself to respond. He's so thick, and so, so deep, and he hasn't even brought out his dick yet. But when your brain manages to make you remember how you felt seeing all those fans thirsting for your boyfriend, you end up hissing through your teeth as you grind down on his hand.

"Mine, mine, mine. You're mine," you mewl, barely hearing the sound of Seungcheol's amused laughter before he smashes your lips together.

"All yours, princess," he whispers, and you cry out when those few, subtle words end up becoming the catalyst for your inevitable release.

But even as your walls spasm around his fingers, Seungcheol is relentless. He continues fucking into your cunt with unending fervor -- as if he means to engrave the idea of how much he's missed you as well into your body. You're practically twitching on his lap as he mumbles an incoherent string of words against the skin of your neck, but you're not exactly in the right headspace to tell him off.

"My beautiful baby, always so pretty when you cum for me," is what you first hear when the white noise finally recedes from your ears. You realize that you're still moving your hips despite the overstimulation, so fucking desperate to have any part of him inside you again. "You want more? I've fucked you stupid with my fingers alone, and you still want more?"

You do. You do want more.

"I remember a certain someone saying he'll blow my back out the moment he's back here with me," you sigh, tilting your head so you can kiss the corner of his mouth. "Is he going to make good on his promise?"

The ravenous glint in his eyes is enough of an answer. After all...

Choi Seungcheol is a man of his word.

#💘 mutuals #seventeen smut #seventeen fic #svt smut #svt fic #scoups smut #seungcheol smut #rj <3 #📝 drabble #💭 request #lovelyhan

[majestyjun]

mille’s thinking about… beomgyu + degradation~

beomgyu who gets off on fucking in the dorm, addicted to how dumb you are, can’t be quiet for a second <3 his hand clenched around your drooling lips n jaw, harsh n husky voice in your ear, whispering how you’re making such a mess all over his hand, can’t even take his cock without making so much noise~? whines so badly muffled by his big hand, hard cock roughly thrust into your pussy, cute ass up n his bare chest pressed to your back, undone belt clinking, arousal dripping all over the floor with his hard strokes <3 ugh, it’s as if you want all them to know, don’t you~? dumb whore for moaning so loudly, being such a big fucking cockslut for him;;;

beomgyu blaming all the noise on you, as if he’s not grunting n growling filthy degradation, as if his hard thrusts don’t make a shit ton of loud noise, skin on skin as his undone pants n belt rustle and clink~~ bet you want them to come in and see, want them to hear n watch you being fucked like a dumb slut, beomgyu smirks, heavy pants as he approaches his high, roughly thrusts increasing in pace, slamming into your sweet spot as you whine n moan into his hand, tears dripping down his fingers as your climax crashes down, wailing sobs so badly muffled as your cunt clenches down tightly on his cock, loud swears heavy with breaths, big cock thrust deep as he cums, cunt milking his hot spurts of seed, dripping on the floor beneath you as beomgyu groans, sloppily sucking a mark on your neck as he fucks himself through his high <3 the husky fuck leaving his lips as he pants into the crook of your neck, hand dropping from your lips as you gasp for air… only for beomgyu to roughly thrust hard, eliciting a cutely loud whimper… fuck, just wants them to know now, doesn’t he~?

hehe for @cherriegyu <3 want to interact w/ u more~~ and @hwanghyunjinenthusiast bc i like to mess w rj LOL

#txt hard thoughts #txt hard hours #gyu <3 #beomgyu smut #txt smut #cherrie <3 #rj <3

[pollenallergie]

cassie my love, i need more of this in my life. getting high post-sex w older!tom just seems soooooo <3

So…. it took me an embarrassing amount of months to get back to you on this but um…. here you go… this took a turn??? and then a swift turn back in the other direction???? so um…. horny whiplash warning??? ig????

Tagging @ali-r3n bc she asked me to and also @ghosttownwherenoonegoes because Eri helped me out with a lot of the british specifics (the britifics??) so thank youuuu

Okay, okay, without further ado:

Your First Introduction to Older!Tom’s Post-Sex Ritual

(except I can’t stick to a prompt)

Word Count: 2.1 k

Warnings: Nudity, allusions to sex and also some *ehm* inappropriate touching, reader has boobies and a bajina.

18+ only!! MDNI!! Minors do not read this!!! This is not for you!!!! This is for adults only!!!

“Fuuuuuck,” Tom exhales as he lays on his back, staring up at your bedroom ceiling.

“Fuck,” you agree weakly, still slowly drifting down from cloud nine. Tom chuckles at your response as he sits up and eases out of bed. You smile at the sweet sound of his laughter, though you don’t immediately register the movement; still just a bit too far gone.

When Tom struts past your line of sight, still naked as the day he was born, on his way out of the room, that movement manages to catch your attention finally. You frown, at first, because you were already missing him, and then because you were disappointed in yourself for already missing him. Casual, this is just casual, keep it casual, you remind yourself. Tom doesn’t do the whole dating thing, you know that, so keep things platonic and casual. Don’t scare him off.

Suddenly, you’re pulled out of your internal self-lecture by the sound of a distant, but not distant enough, crash and Tom exclaiming, “shit!”

You sit up as quickly as you’re able to, your whole body still feeling pretty limp and boneless after Tom spent the better half of the evening pulling as many orgasms from you as he could. Once you’re upright, you call out, “Tom? Are you alright?”

“Yeah! Yeah. Shit! Er, yeah, just, erm- hang on,” Tom calls back. You hear more shuffling and clattering from the other room, and then you hear the undeniable creak in the floorboards from Tom’s heavy-footed steps as he approaches the bedroom. Soon enough, he appears in the doorway, still shamelessly nude but now with a joint in hand and a sheepish expression on his face.

“Have you got a lighter or, er, matches or anything like that? I tried looking ‘round for either of ‘em, but erm… Yeah, I couldn’t find anything,” he asks, his cheeks blushing as he carries on.

“Is that what all that crashing was?” You ask amusedly, failing to stifle the grin that curls on your lips.

“Yeah… I erm, I might’ve knocked some of yer shit over,” Tom admits sheepishly.

“Tommy,” you say, your tone a perfect mix of amused, exasperated, disappointed, and scolding.

“But, but!! But I put it all back, and none of it’s broken. Swear on me granda’s grave,” he promises.

You can’t help but roll your eyes fondly at that before chastising him a bit, good-naturedly, of course, “Don’t swear on that poor man’s grave. Knowing you, you probably already put him through enough when he was alive.”

Tom chuckles, “Fair enough,” he concedes before raising up the joint to draw your attention back to it, and then simply asking, “Lighters? Matches?”

“Er, right. Lighters. Kitchen, the counter to the left of the fridge, top drawer, it’s my catch-all drawer, there should be a few lighters in there, take your pick,” you inform him.

Tom grins at your response as he makes his way over to the bed. His grin widens tenfold and becomes much more smug when he notices your gaze flit down toward his cock, which gracelessly flops around with his strides, still limp and spent from your previous activities. When he reaches your side of the bed, he places his hand down on the mattress near your thigh, using it to support his weight as he leans over and plants a kiss on the crown of your head. He holds his lips there for a few moments, softly inhaling the residual scent of your shampoo as he does so, deciding to allow you both to enjoy this moment of peace without even being truly aware that that’s what he’s doing.

When Tom finally breaks away, he leans down to whisper into your ear, “Don’t get any ideas, love,” he warns cheekily, “You and that heavenly little place between your thighs milked my cock dry; don’t think I’ll be able to get it up again anytime soon,” he finishes teasingly before kissing you again, this time pressing his lips against your cheek to punctuate his teasing.

You scoff and stifle a smile as you push him away. Cocky little bastard, you think.

Tom holds his hands up in surrender as he backs away from the bed, joint still clutched between his index and middle finger and a smug grin still on his face.

“Don’t shoot the messenger, baby. It’s yer fault for bein’ greedy,” he teases as he walks off into the other room, still refusing to put on clothes.

God, how are you supposed to keep your feelings in check when he treats you like that? He’s just one of your mates, and yet he treats you better than many of the dickheads you’ve dated in the past ever had, better than some of your mates’ current partners treat them, even.

As if he can sense that you’ve begun to spiral from the other room, Tom calls out to you, effectively pulling you out of your fretting, “Ay, me lover, think I’m gonna light up and make meesen a bacon butty. You want anything while I’m out ‘ere? Water? Bacon butty? Some wine? This Crunchie you’ve got hidden in your cupboard? Actually, wait, nevermind, I call dibs on the Crunchie.”

“Maybe some wa- Hey, wait, Tom, no! Leave that Crunchie alone! I’ve been saving that!”

Of course, you frantically try to get up to rescue your precious candy bar from Tom’s thieving grasp. However, your legs are still a little unsteady, which forces you to walk to the kitchen looking like a newborn giraffe, all while Tom’s grating (read: annoyingly sexy) chuckle fills the space of your flat.

You find him cock out, lit joint pursed between his lips, standing in front of your stove, hands on his hips, heating up a frying pan for his bacon, and, annoyingly, nowhere near your candy stash.

“I haven’t got any bacon, so, it’ll just be a butty, I’m afraid. No use heating up a pan for that,” you grumble as you walk over to the cupboard where you stash your candy. Might as well snag that Crunchie before he can.

At the sound of your voice, Tom turns around and looks at you, bemused, albeit amused as well, and says, “the fuck are you doing out ‘ere on those wobbly li’l legs, Bambi?”

His words come out a bit muffled, thanks to the joint perched between his lips.

“Thought you were gonna steal my Crunchie,” you shrug and admit sheepishly through a mouthful of chocolate and honeycomb. At that, Tom barks out a laugh, which quickly morphs into a cough from accidentally inhaling during said laugh. He promptly removes the joint from between his lips, ashes it in the makeshift ashtray he’s made out of foil, clears his throat, and goes back to smoking.

“Jesus, you’re a strange one, aren’t you,” he remarks fondly, his voice slightly hoarse from coughing, as he begins to gather the ingredients for his sandwich.

“I’m very serious about my Crunchies,” you reply, half-jokingly.

Tom chuckles as he rifles through your fridge.

“Yeah, I’m well aware of that now,” he replies, pausing to inhale before continuing to speak on his exhale, “Sit down at the table then, yeah? I’ll get you some water and make us some toasties if that sounds alright?”

“Y-yeah, yeah, okay,” you agree awkwardly as you sit down nearby at your kitchen table, watching him as he works on preparing the food.

Soon enough, he comes over to you with a glass of water and that same cheeky smile.

God, that smile will get you in so much trouble someday, won’t it?

“What’s that grin for?” You ask as he sets down the water, though you can’t help but reciprocate it with a smile of your own.

He shrugs before leaning over to press his lips against yours, moaning into the kiss when you needily take the initiative to deepen it, parting your lips eagerly for him. Far too soon for your liking, though, he’s breaking the kiss, pulling away just slightly to look into your eyes with his lovely brown ones.

“Has anyone ever told you that you have really, really great tits?” Tom asks, his voice low, sultry, and serious, but you can see the mischief swimming in his gaze.

You roll your eyes and scoff at his question, leaning back in your seat, though anyone could see the amused smile you fail to keep from tugging at the corners of your mouth.

“Yeah, you have like a million times since we started hooking up,” you reply with a chuckle.

“What can I say? I’m a man of honesty,” Tom teases, making you huff out a laugh; he smiles at the sound of it before holding up the joint in your line of sight and asking, “Do you want to take a few tokes ‘a this while I finish up our sandwiches?”

You nod and purse your lips, and, as if it were already second nature to him, Tom slots the joint between your lips.

Instead of immediately going off to work on the food, he sticks around to watch you take your first few puffs, still leaning down so he’s just about at eye level with you, his hands boxing you in on either side, one palm pressed onto the tabletop and the other holding onto the back of your chair. Meanwhile, you sit diagonally in your seat, facing him and maintaining eye contact as you smoke. The haze of your high slowly but surely begins to set in, lowering your eyelids to a relaxed level and easing your posture. Between your new relaxed state, the sex hair you’re sporting, the fact that you smell like you’ve just got done having sex, the fact that you’re completely naked right now, and the fact that you’re, well, you, Tom thinks you might be one of the prettiest things he’s ever fucking seen in his whole life.

But he mustn’t forget about the toasties!

So, he plants one last kiss on your cheek because, hey, he fucking feels like it. Then, he surprises you by kneeling in front of you to say goodbye to ‘his girls’ (your tits).

“I’ll see you ladies in a minute, yeah? Be good while I’m gone, try not to miss me too much,” he whispers to them, making you giggle.

“Tom, you’re so fucking wei-” That (affectionate) jab immediately dies on your tongue the moment he leans forward and wraps his lips around one of your nipples, engulfing it in the warm, wet heat of his mouth and applying just enough pressure to make a heated, buzzing sensation spread beneath your skin as he sucks on it. Then, just as you feel that pleasant sensation spread down through your core, Tom’s pulling away, but only so he can give your other, neglected nipple the same attention.

Small mewls and moans spill out from between your parted lips as the long forgotten joint, still clutched between your fingers, hovers over your table, where the ashes fall from it carelessly, sure to leave a mark. Once Tom’s had his fill, he places a final kiss to the center of your chest before pulling away completely and leaving to go finish preparing your sandwiches, waltzing back over to the stove as if he hadn’t just done, well, that.

“Tom… what the fuck was that?” You ask breathlessly. Still too bewildered to notice the damage the neglected joint is doing to the surface of your table.

Tom has to stifle a cheeky, mischievous grin as he feigns nonchalance, shrugs, and simply replies, “Just giving the ladies a proper goodbye, love. They get nervy when I leave ‘em just out of the blue. You know, separation anxiety, and all that?” Tom tuts, “Poor girls. Think maybe you should start keeping a couple pictures of me in your bra, one in each cup, so they can still see me when I’m not around.”

“Tommy, you’re ridiculous,” you laugh as he dishes up the toasties onto plates and turns off the stovetop.

“Ridiculous…ly fit? I know, baby, but why don’t you finish that glass of water and eat some of that sandwich before you go jumpin’ me bones again, yeah? Gotta stay fed and hydrated,” He teases you as he brings the plates over to the table.

“Oh, and, you’re ashing on yer table, love,” Tom informs you with a kiss on the head as he sets the plates down and goes to grab a wet rag to wipe the table off with, along with the makeshift ashtray.

“Shit!” you exclaim as you lift the joint away from the table. You hand it to him when he gets back, trading it off for the rag so you can wipe up the mess you’ve made whilst he gets everything else sorted.

Tom tuts and shakes his head, feigning disapproval, “that’s the devil’s lettuce, it’ll do that to you.”

“Shut up, Tommifer,” you reply, feigning annoyance all while sporting an amused smile. He chuckles at that, though he also appreciates the fact that you neglected to call him ‘Thomas,’ his full first name, when you very easily could’ve.

“Eat yer toastie, me birdie,” He says as he nudges you teasingly, “sooner you finish it, sooner I can get back between those thighs, yeah?”

#is this anything??? #this does not mean i’m taking requests again!! just that i’m going back to answer old ones!!! #ask and i shall reply #RJ <3 #older!tom grant #tom grant #tom grant smut #tom grant x reader #older!tom grant smut #older!tom grant x reader #older au #tom grant make up #make up (2019) #joseph quinn characters #joseph quinn x reader #tom grant x you #older!tom grant x you #joseph quinn x you #moots my beloved <3

[babybluebex]

okay but dbf!eddie who doesn't realise you're his best friend's daughter.

he's been touring for so long he's not seen you in years until he happens to play at a bar on your campus and he can't take his eyes off you, he has the staff scour the bar to invite you backstage and then back to the hotel room with him where you have the most amazing night of total mind-blowing sex. he tells you he wishes he could just take you back to indiana with him so he'll always have something to look forward to whenever he comes home, to which you tell him you're from there too. you exchange numbers hoping to hook up next time you're both in town and constantly sext, send nudes and have phone sex in the meantime.

weeks later, when you're visiting home, you walk through the door and your dad goes "hey, sweetie! just catching up with an old friend, i don't know if you'll recognise eddie? i know it's been a long time since you've seen him!"

oh god the way your body would run cold as you see eddie sitting on your sofa, beer in hand, and his eyes widen too, and you're both like "haha yeah. been a long time."

and he furiously texts you as you go up to your room "u didn't tell me u were a harrington" and you're like "DUDE. u didn't tell me u knew my dad" and it's like. do we keep doing this? do we tell steve? no, that's a bad idea. and eventually eddie is like "u make me so happy :( i don't want us to be torn apart" "we're both adults... nothing can keep me from you <3"

#rebecca answers #rj <3 #dbf!eddie

[trobeds]

tell us how you really feel about pavitr 🤨

i 🤫 think hes Such a character and i need them to expand on him next film because he is soooo <3 also character design fucks so incredibly hard i love. tfw indian rep i enjoy v much he is beloved !!!

#my mailbox 💌 #moots 💓 #rj <3 #atsv #pavitr prabhakar

[redsovietelise]

Despite everything, it's still you.

#fallout #maccready #rj maccready #fallout 3 #fallout 4 #fanart #art #robert joseph maccready #fo3 #fo4

[blackberryjambaby]

hey, don't cry, 244 years since captain james cook was killed by native hawaiians ok? 🫀🍽

#rj speaks #happy cook was cooked day! #thank you hawaiians for doing want we all wanted to <3

[clickbaitcowboy]

MACCREADY MADNESS!!!!

#rj maccready #fallout 4 #fallout 3 #maccready #tyart

[sirmanmister]

MacCready not beating the generational trauma allegations 😔😔😔

#sketch that turned into a bigger sketch #I have so many emotion about him <3 #I wanna write a whole 90k word fic about him farming #let me depict him being cringe fail at canning pls I won’t be weird #me when I lie #anyway yeah I’m stupid abt him and also pls zoom in on the bear #it has the little lamplight hat 🥳 #fallout 4 #rj maccready #MacCready #fallout #fallout 3 #fallout 4 fanart #fallout fanart #fallout 3 fanart #rj MacCready fanart #MacCready fanart #serenade draws

[stoat-party]

#i admit the lines between ‘actively unwell’ ‘unhealthy’ and ‘sad’ are very fuzzy #nick and harkness are lucky there’s no ‘a dead wife must be someone you’ve actually met’ requirement #fallout #fallout 4 #fo4 #fallout new vegas #new vegas #craig boone #cooper howard #fallout tv series #deacon fallout 4 #paladin danse #rj maccready #veronica santangelo #fallout 3 #fallout series #fallout show #nuka break #nick valentine #fnv #fallout show spoilers #fallout spoilers #fallout new vegas spoilers #fallout 4 spoilers #fallout Amazon spoilers

[protosymphonette]

m'cready

#fallout #fallout 3 #fallout 4 #fo3 #fo4 #rj maccready #his timeline messes me up so much. #boy how are you 22. you should be at the club #mayor to mercenary what an admirable career path #symphonart

[lovelyhan]

Not you posting a fic before Mingyu day (in my timezone) while I have work to do 😐🧍🏿‍♂️

i am what you can call: diabolical <3

bodyguard gyu can wait!!! he is not safe for work rj don't give in !!!

#🍵 tea time #<- actually wants you to give in #💘 mutuals #rj <3

[majestyjun]

...Why would you make me think about Pervy tiddie enthusiast! Kai 😐 Consider my feelings

yk he does like boobs a lot hmm

pervert!kai who shyly is always looking at your tits,,, it’s so fun to tempt him with low cut tops and intentionally leaning over his shoulder, seeing him flush pink when he looks over, generous cleavage all on display for him <3 and when you’ve left, perverted kai with his back against his headboard, gasping and panting as he strokes himself off to zoomed in photos of your clothed tits, too shy to ask for full on nudes but can’t help himself, hard cock spurting cum on his t-shirt as he moans in relief, staring at his once so innocent photos of you, turned to sexual material once he thought about it too much <3

and isn’t it cute how easily kai’s messed up under your hands, straddling him in a very low cut top, tits nearly spilling out against his chest as you giggle and rub your clothed cunt against his hard bulge, a whimpering mess of gasps and pleads as his hands grab at your arms and curves, begging so much to please, please let him touch… he’ll do anything! stripping off your top and placing his hands on your soft plush tits, but whispering in kai’s ear he can’t cum in his pants… or else he’ll be in so much trouble. nodding because he’s desperate… but kai’s so cutely doomed from the start. moaning prettily for him as he caresses your tits, playing with your sensitive nipples, licking his lips and barely able to hold himself back from drooling, gasping as you grind down on him harder, rubbing your clothed cunny in or legs over his cock…

kai’s whimpers and whines as his hips unintentionally buck into yours,,, his pleading sorry and begging to please let him suck… wants to so bad :< and his pretty moan around your nipple as he suckles, lips moving in a cute need, kneading the soft plush and get such a blushy, flustered mess… and giving a hard suck when he cums unintentionally in his pants when you slip aside your panties and shorts, wetness and warm cunt directly against his pants… just the sensation of your arousal soaking into the fabric and your tits in his face has him wetting his pants with his cum… oh, he’s so embarrassed it’s cute <3 and whimpering he’s sorry as you immediately climb off kai’s lap… pouting when you tug down his sweats to see his stained boxers… someone needs to be put in his place.

ps. make him beg for forgiveness as he watches you toy with your own tits and finger yourself… and maybe let him use a plushie? can’t help but rut against the sheets… feels a little pathetic of him~~

#hi rj LOL #txt hard thoughts #txt hard hours #hyuka <3 #rj <3 #hueningkai smut #huening kai smut

[pollenallergie]

cassie help i'm thinking about older!tom again. specifically you talking about your version, where he makes sure The Lads are happy watching their shows in the living room for the night before retiring to bed with you

imagine you're like, right in the middle of things, getting real hot and heavy, and he stops. you ask if he's okay. he says yeah, he's just gotta quickly dash and do something first. you ask what it is. he tells you that he can hear haz snoring, so he's gotta go change the channel real quick bc if jago ends up watching more episodes of peep show and getting ahead of haz, then that dog's gonna get pissed off and it's more trouble than it's worth risking that. so he gives you a quick kiss and runs out of the room stark naked leaving you in bed like. this is the life you've chosen now. and honestly you wouldn't have it any other way <3

No because he’d absolutely do this. I have no words other than that older!Tom would 100% do this. He just would. And you can’t even be mad at him because he’s such an adorable pet owner. He doesn’t think of The Lads like they’re just his pets, he thinks of them sort of like they’re his kids, his best mates, and his housemates all wrapped up in one. The Lads have been around each other for so long that they definitely do act like brothers, play fighting, petty squabbling, and all, so Tom has to do his part to mediate between the two strong, warring personalities. The Lads love each other, they cuddle with each other all the time and typically get on quite nicely together, but sometimes, well… sometimes they’re like Dale and Brennan from Stepbrothers, and Tom has to be the one who keeps the peace (or, at least, tries to). So, to avoid any tiffs, Tom occasionally has to pause your *ehm* intimate moments to mediate between his surprisingly smart, fiercely stubborn, bossy bulldog and his the somewhat dumb, stubborn, defiant orange tabby. Haz is the authority in the house (even over Tom, at times) and Jago is the annoying younger (even though he’s older than Haz, he has big ‘baby brother’ energy) brother who lives to defy him. Jago is actually a mixed breed… Yeah, he’s part himbo, part comedian, and part contrarian.

#moots moots lovely moots <3 #rj <3 #ask and i shall reply #the lads <3 #older!tom #older!tom grant #tom grant (make up) #tom grant x reader #tom grant #make up 2019

[babybluebex]

BEX WRITE RALPH?? :D

BEX MIGHT!! :D

#rj <3 #bex answers

[trobeds]

also. wrapping u in a hug. u deserve all the good things rowboat ur so awesome sauce your swagtasticness is almost blinding

fjdkhgkdfg rj <3 heres some sunglasses. im gonna take a pair too because YOUR swagtasticism is also incredibly blinding !!!!!!!!!!!!!! u are actually sosweet and so awesome and fun and incredible its crazy. ily

#my mailbox 💌 #moots 💓 #rj <3