#stras TV

[voyagetv67]

🎛️ DJ Tom Sawyer🎶

#tom sawyer #Huckleberry Finn #トム・ソーヤーの冒険 #nickelodeon #Alsace #67 #Bas-Rhin #stras TV #strasbourg #disco #spongebob squarepants #spongebob movie #spongebob movie game #synthwave #2000s #midi les zouzous #France 3 #France 5 #Tom Sawyer en alsace #Ekhi #été en alsace #gamecube #playstation 2 #gba #xbox #ytp #THQ #ytpfr #youtube poop #shitpost

[avawritesthings]

shameless | mt19

✦ word count - around 1.2k

✦ summary - in which matthew fucks reader in a club bathroom.

✦ warnings - smut, dirty talk, mentions of drinking

✦ ava’s notes - ended up writing this at 2am with minimal editing, hope you guys enjoy!

a/n pt2: thank you so much for over 500 notes on my jack hughes fic!!! didn't expect so much support <3

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Say it louder, say it louder Who's gonna touch you like me, like me?

The loud, ground-shaking music was all you could hear. Shouts, singing, glasses clinking, sports matches on the TVs, you name it. You shouted over the noise your order to the bartender, and he simply nodded. You braced yourself against the bartop, and scanned the crowd for your boyfriend.

Almost immediately, you spotted Matthew, with a girl seemingly hanging off of his every word. You rolled your eyes before turning back around and the bartender had just set your drink down. With a grateful nod, you grasp the drink in your slightly sweaty hand and take a swig, thankful for the burn. 

Yet again, you locked eyes with Matthew’s frame and gulped down the rest of your drink, setting the empty glass on the bar and moving through the throng of sweaty people dancing.

“Hey!” You had to shout over the booming music, and Matthew thankfully heard you instantly. He sighed in relief, wanting to get rid (nicely, of course…) of the stranger close to him.

“Hey, baby,” He shouted back, walking up to you and slinging an arm over your shoulder.

“Who’s this?” You asked, as innocently as you could. Through your peripheral, you could see the dirty look she gave you.

“Olivia,” She answered, and you rolled your eyes yet again. “Who are you?”

“His girlfriend, now get lost.”

The stra- Olivia hurriedly scurried away, seemingly embarrassed from being caught flirting with another girl’s boyfriend.

“You coulda just left her and came to me at the bar, y’know. No need to entertain a desperate girl,” You comment, trying your best not to sound jealous.

‘Jus’ didn’t wanna be rude,” Matthew muttered. “Wait- Are you jealous?” He remarked incredulously. “There’s nothing to be jealous of, sweetheart.”

You pursed your lips and straighten your back, not willing to admit that you are, in fact, jealous. “No! I mean- why would I? I have the hottest boyfriend ever, and I totally don’t see every girl that stops and stares at you. That would be crazy!” You exclaimed, and you immediately saw the smirk form on his face.

Matthew chuckles, and grasps your waist in his hands carefully. “Ooh, so you admit you want me all for yourself?” He says with a wicked smile, his dark blue eyes full of mischief.

You nod slowly, nervously running your fingers through your hair, wondering if it was even possible to deny what he had said. 

“Let me show you that you’re the only one I want, yeah?”

You wordlessly nod, and he quickly leads you out of the packed bar to the bathroom stalls, checking for an empty one. After finding one, he ushers you and follows you in, shutting the door behind you and locking it shut. 

In a flash, Matthew’s lips meet yours with fervor and his leg slotted between yours, keeping them parted. 

As he deepens the kiss, your arms reach around his neck and run down his back, gripping his shirt and pulling him closer to you. Your hips involuntarily rock against his thigh as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. 

You whimper when he finally releases you from his lips and breaks contact. A trail of small, feathery kisses travel down your neck until they stop right below your earlobe. His soft lips trail and nibble against your ear before brushing lightly across your jawline. “You taste so good…” He whispered huskily into your ear.

He finally breaks contact with you and opens his eyes, grinning devilishly at you as his tongue flicks across his bottom lip. “Want me to fuck you, pretty girl?”

You nod feverishly. Lifting up your dress, Matthew hitches it to your hips and immediately drops to his knees. He lifts your leg and sets it on his shoulder. Without hesitation, he slides your panties to the side and enters a finger. His tongue soon joined his finger, and you couldn’t help the moans and whines that left your mouth. Your skin prickles, and you feel a heat pool in your lower back,feeling goosebumps overcome your sensitive skin.

“Doin s’good for me, sweetheart.”

“Don’t stop,’ You begged, and when he added a second finger, you could feel yourself reach climax. You came with a muffled moan, and Matthew lapped up every drop of your sweet release. 

Matthew rose from his knees with a sinful smirk. His next words had you following commands quickly: “Bend over the sink f’me, ‘kay?”

Once bent over, you looked through the mirror held above the sink and saw him undoing his belt and shoving his jeans down his legs. He massaged your ass, and you preened under his touch. 

Matthew gathered your hair into a makeshift ponytail, and with his other hand, he lined his hard length up with your wet entrance. Upon seeing your disheveled state through the reflective glass, he buried himself to the hilt. You covered your mouth with your hand to muffle the loud moan threatening to escape your mouth. 

He pounded into you roughly as he watched your ass bounce against his hips with every thrust. “So fuckin’ tight,” Matthew groans out. “Like this sweet pussy was made for me.”

“Yes, yes, all yours, Matty,” You whimpered out. Your eyes met his through the mirror and he swore he almost came at the sight of your teary eyes and gaping, pouty mouth.

Matthew’s fingers hastily find your clit, and he heatedly rubs the sensitive nub. Your walls flutter around his cock and he groans out. “Shit, baby,” He groans out. “You’re so perfect. If you keep squeezing my cock like this, I won’t last much longer.”

“Cum in me, Matty. Please.”

With those words, his hips stuttered before emptying himself inside of you with a moan. His hand that was holding your hair was suddenly gone. Moments after, your muscles tighten and your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave. Your cunt milks every last drop of his cum, and you swear you see stars when you shut your eyes.

Matthew slaps your ass and he slowly pulls out of your wet pussy, watching as your body goes through the aftershocks. He can’t help but gather your mixed climaxes and thrust two fingers into your dripping cunt. You gasp out a moan, your hands curled over the ridges of the sink.

“Fuck,” You groan out, and he chuckles out in agreement. 

Matthew grabs your underwear off of the floor and helps you into them. You giggle slightly and he sends a questioning glance to you. “I can’t believe we just had sex in a bar bathroom.” 

He shrugs in response, not stopping the smirk that finds itself on his lips. He grasps his jeans off of the floor, zipping them up before buttoning them. Once your dress is lowered to a more appropriate length and you fix your hair and makeup, he holds out his hand before leading you out of the bathroom. Some wandering and curious eyes land on you and Matthew, but he pays them no mind, opting to send you a wink. You feel your cheeks flush and before you know it, he’s ushering you into an Uber and resting a hand on your thigh.

“Round 2 at home?”

#matthew tkachuk #florida panthers #hockey #matthew tkachuk x reader #x reader #fic #nhl x reader #nhl imagine #nhl smut #matthew tkachuk imagine #hockey smut #nhl hockey #nhl #smut

[goldenfigtree]

Tick Tick Boom

Summary: A tiny glimpse of what it's like to be in a relationship with Leon. More specifically, when Leon gets jealous...

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Fem Reader (no use of y/n)

Warnings: Fluff

“One more day” you murmur to yourself, drawing a red X with a dry erase marker on the calendar hanging on the fridge door. For a normal person, the fact that there was one more day left until their significant other came back from work would be exciting. Yet, your impatience seemed to overpower optimism at the moment. It was killing you on the inside to wake up to, not him but the lonely indent of his side of the bed instead.

So much so, you didn’t get a blink of sleep since he left. Dark shadows of puffiness circled your eyes, contorting as you impatiently rubbed them in hopes that when you stopped, you would be in tomorrow. But no, life didn’t work like that unfortunately. With a groan vibrating in your throat, you plop onto the couch, propping your feet on the coffee table and point the remote at the tv.

Maybe some tv static would drown out the repeated disappointment of experiencing another boyfriend-less day. It wasn’t guaranteed but you’d do anything at this point to try and ease your anticipation. The Gilmore Girls theme song played as per usual, you bobbing your head along with it, the evidence of some strands of your hair defying gravity exposed by the sunlight projecting through the windows of your apartment. Your eyelids began to slowly slide down, luring you to sleep before quickly snapping up. You keep trying to fight off your body’s need for sleep until your vision immediately goes black.

Back to back the episodes played, but you didn’t notice. Head leaned back on the couch’s head rest, your mouth falls agape from the angle. You were out like a light. So deep in slumber, the jingling of keys and the creaking of the front door left you un phased. Kicking off his boots, Leon drops his luggage at the door and follows the sounds of your snoring. A warm smile forming on his lips as he eventually takes in the sight of you fast asleep on the couch, snoring loudly. An amused chuckle leaves his lips,

Stealthily sitting next to you on the couch, he pulls out his phone and takes a photo. Surely this is what you meant when you asked Leon to take candid photos of you right? Either way, he was keeping it, every picture he had of you, unflattering or not, was adorable to him. Not realizing the flash was on his phone, he blinks in surprise when your snoring abruptly stops. Slowly, you drowsily blink your eyes open and shoot your head back up as you smacked your lips. Squinting your tired eyes to adjust to the sunlight and to figure out who was sitting next to you, you’re met with Leon’s royal blue eyes. A sleepy grin creeps onto your lips as you lean forward to pull him in for a hug,

“You’re home” you say sweetly in a rasp residue of your nap. With a deep chuckle of intrigue, he pulls you into his lap by your waist while you instinctively drape your arms around his neck.

“Sorry I woke you” he murmurs as you sleepily drag your lips along his. He could feel the smirk curling along your lips as the two of you kissed,

“No you’re not” you bluntly retort pulling away to give him a knowing look. He merely smirks back, letting a puff of air exhale through his nose in amusement,

“You’re right, I’m not” his arms tighten around you body as he leans in to feel your soft lips against his. His smirk failing to fade away as he feels and hears you giggle mischievously against his lips. Subconsciously, he inhales deeply and releases in a sigh. Feeling that he can finally relax.

“You’re early” you eventually say after pulling away,

“They let me go for good behavior” he jokes with a grin, clearly proud of his dad joke. Unamused you raise an eyebrow,

“Ha-ha” you deadpan, “I missed you”

“Missed you more” Finding that saying it just wasn’t enough, he proves it by squeezing you tighter with his biceps, earning a strained panic noise from you as you tried to wriggle free,

“Okay, okay I get it” you squeal, patting his biceps, “uncle!  Uncle!”

Letting go, he smirks as he watches you pant for air and weakly punch his chest as punishment, “sorry did I take your breath away?” He proudly flirts. You can’t help but snort at his cheesy attempts,

“Jesus Christ you’re on a roll today” you say breathlessly, a smile you fail to control appearing. You can’t help but giggle at this rare sight of cheesy, happy Leon. The rarity of it wasn’t this side of himself in itself but it was coming home from a mission and being this way. Usually, when he walked through the door, he was either exhausted, grumpy, or very very clingy.

Can you blame the man?

This side of Leon that you were currently enjoying was usually cocooned until the next day or two when he recovered from the work that often drained him mentally and physically.

“Yeah I am” he triumphantly agrees, “hey, let’s go do something”

“You’re not tired?” You ask, tilting your head to the side,

“Of course I am, but I hardly get to come home early, we should celebrate” he suggests with a shrug, trying to play it off cool. But, you saw right through his nonchalant act. The excitement that danced in those blue irises was a dead giveaway. Combing his bangs back, you kiss his forehead lovingly.

“Yeah we should” patting his pecks over his t shirt, you hop off him and head to the bedroom to get ready.

—

After a nice dinner at your favorite place downtown, the two of you stroll along the paved streets, and with little convincing, some shopping,

“Thanks for this babe” you coo happily hooking your arm through his and resting your face on his bicep as the two of you walked out of a store with a large paper tote bag in your grasp swinging with every step,

“Any time” Leon modestly responds, a shy smile on his lips as he looks down at you. He felt a twinge of pride that he was able to get this reaction out of you and it only compelled him to want to spend more on you. Before he could continue his mission of spoiling you, however, a voice calls after you causing the two of you to halt and turn around. A man that perfectly resembled the description tall, dark and handsome came running up to the two of you. It was none other than your ex boyfriend,

“Hey! Small World” He greets heartily, seamlessly pulling you into a hug, “Wow you look great!”

“Declan! It’s been a minute” You greet being the first to pull away from the hug and make your way to stand alongside Leon, a sweet smile on your lips. Since the two of you ended on good terms, you didn’t think twice before greeting him happily.

Leon on the other hand, wiped the grin from his face and replaced it with a stoic expression. He took a good look at him, remembering you mentioning his name once. Something along the lines of Declan agreeing with you that you were better off as friends. Yet, Leon had an inkling that was far from the truth. Narrowing his eyes he watches Declan like a hawk as you and him catch up,

“Oh! Declan, this is my boyfriend, Leon” You cheerily introduce, gesturing towards him with a hand. You blink a bit in surprise by the sudden firm grasp of your hand in Leon’s and look up to see Leon with a polite, closed mouth smile. Leon doesn’t say anything and only nods to Declan in greeting.

Don’t show weakness

he thought to himself. Even though he would like to tell this guy to back off his girlfriend, the last thing he wanted to do was embarrass you by making a scene. He didn’t wan’t to show Declan that he was threatened by him either. Even though he was. Just a tiny bit.

“You’re a lucky guy, my friend” Declan charmingly says with a toothy grin,

Friend? We are not friends

His disgruntled thoughts circled around in his brain, yet the polite smile remained. He had some good practice with it, constantly working along side the president. Letting go of your hand, his hand instead travels to your lowerback and pulls you subtley to his side,

“I know” He responds, his tone friendly, mismatched with the triumphant smirk on his face. Declan’s pearly white smile remained, yet his eyes were boring into Leon’s skull like laser beams.

“Well, it was good to see you” Declan eventually bids his goodbyes, “It was nice to meet you, Leon” with a polite yet somehow sour goodbye, Declan leaves the two of you to enjoy the rest of the evening. Leon didn’t mention the encounter for the rest of the night, which would be puzzling to some. However, after all the years you two have been together, you sort of knew how he ticked. It was only a matter of time that he would bring it up and do so abruptly,

“He’s definitely still into you” Leon blurts out, raising his coffee mug to his lips. It was the very next morning, where you two often shared a cup of coffee, hair in disarray from the night before, and you magically wearing the shirt he was wearing last night; a tradition that you two stuck to religiously.

Tick Tick Boom. There it was.

His blue eyes stared at you as he gulps down the remnants of his coffee, nervously. You stifle a giggle at his sudden burst of nerves that he was so desperately trying to hide. You merely shrug and smile at him reassuringly,

“Doesn’t matter, I’m taken”

Eyebrows scrunched together as if processing her response he murmurs softly, almost to himself, “Right” quickly he clears his throat and repeats it more confidently before tilting the mug to sip the rest of his coffee, “Right”

Chuckling and shaking your head, you take his mug from his grasp and place it on the kitchen counter, “Someone’s jealous” you tease in a sing-song voice, wrapping your arms around torso,

“Busted” Leon bashfully admits planting a kiss on the tip of your nose, hugging your shoulders, “I just love you too much to give you away”

“You couldn’t give me away even if you tried” his eyes avert, almost as if he wasn’t sure if he believed it. So, you cup his face with a hand, soften your voice and look into those eyes that captivated you at first sight, “hey, I’m not going anywhere alright?”

Leaning his face into your hand, he turns to kiss your palm, and smiles, this time more securely, “alright”.

#resident evil #re4r leon #re #reader insert #leon kennedy #leon kennedy fluff #leon kennedy drabble #resident evil drabble #resident evil imagines #leon kennedy x reader #spotify #Spotify

[susartwork]

Ay MY BOY! I finally remade his ref!

English isn’t my first language, sorry in case of misspelling.

-BASIC- Age: ??? (looks like ±20 years old) Magic color: white Gender: omnigender Pronouns: he/him - they/them (may change) Orientation: homosexual

Likes: - His husbando <3 - Strawberry smoothie - TV - Hanging out with his friends

Dislikes: - The Glitch - Be called a child (as he is often mistaken for one)

Extra info: - You can read his backstory on his MASTERPOST. - His special quirk is shapeshifting. More info about it HERE (wip). - He’s ambidextrous. - Shorter than the average height of Sanses. - His blood is red (ketchup...?). - He loves puns, but sucks at making them up because of his poor dictionary. - He's a huge fan of Classic!Papyrus and Sans. Sometimes he'd try to copy their behavior. - He can talk and read wingdings. - A master in computer coding. - When he speaks he sometimes bugs and says random sentences from Undertale without even realizing it. (Example: "i like stra-BBAD TTIME-berry smoothie") - His absolute favorite show is Steven Universe. Surprisingly, he also loves violent shows with lots of blood. - A cutie patootie who is totally pacifist, but he won't let you step on him and will make sure you respect him. - He's also an adorkable anxious boy when it comes to socializing. - When he meets someone for the first time his SecurityProgram.exe might automatically activate and attack the "potential threat". Basic can try to shut it down before the disaster, but it's not so easy. If you survive, it won't happen again. This really scares Basic, making him afraid to talk to new people. - He may not see colors at all, but he knows exactly what they look like (it's sorta like a very vivid memory) and can recognize the colors of objects by their code. - When Basic uses his shortcuts he leaves a skein of glitches in the place where he was before (they’re harmless, you can get trough them easily). - He's married to Ruby by @rubytale-chapter2 ♡ - Voice example: His voice is very soft, similar to Frisks voice.

#scheduled post #my art #reference sheet #su's utmv oc #undertale #undertale au #outcode #sans oc #sans #basic!sans #basic!sans ref #YE his engagement ring is tied to the necklace! #Cause he hides his hands often. #I just now realized how my way of drawing his glitches is so inconsistent X''D

[tosteur-gluteal]

OMORI MLB AU - Heroes first appearance's aftermath

🐈‍⬛: Did you see on the TV, bro? Ladybug said that he never had gym classes; but have you seen that kick?!

🐈‍⬛: On the news, they said that an expert has estimated that it reached 200 km/h!!

🐞:...Catmint.

🐈‍⬛: Stra- Catmint was cool too...!

#toaster draws #omori #omori au #my art #omori basil #sunny omori #omori sunnflower #sunflower omori #sunflower #omori mlb au #mlb au #digital doodles #au doodles #doodle #comic #kiyomu suzuki #ladybug #catmint #chat noir

[writerpetals]

afternoon game | 🔞

; optional male lead smut |  ☁️

w; cam!au, sequel to morning mess

After he interrupted your morning breakfast for a surprise recording session in the middle of messy countertops and spilled flour, the need for a playful payback grows in the days that follow. Not that you expect him to mind it when you grab the camera from atop his computer before settling by his side on the couch in the middle of him finishing a match of his favorite game, but the ideas swarming your mind of how you can get him just as worked up as you were already have heat filling your thighs.

You watch him for a moment, gaze shifting between the TV screen where you see him receive a 5 kill streak to his face, spotting his eyes wide and focused and his bottom lip between his teeth. When the match is over and he’s sporting a proud grin after getting the winning kill for his team, he tosses his game controller to the side to finally lay eyes on you, as well as the camera in your hands.

“Why do you have that?” he asks to cause a sly grin to appear on your lips. He can’t help but to smirk, raising his brows while knowing what’s on your mind within seconds.

“I thought we could record something again?” you say, asking more than telling to seek his approval, and the way his smirk widens to a full-blown, cheeky smile tells you the answer.

“Of course, baby,” he exhales, already maneuvering himself to press his lips to your own, but he’s met with your index finger over his mouth to stop him. He frowns with his brows creasing, and you can’t help but to giggle before shoving the eager boy away.

“But,” you begin, flipping open the screen to the recorder and then positioning it on the arm of the couch to your right, “there are rules.” Without warning him, you press the button to begin recording after standing from your spot next to him. His eyes grow wide, but the grin on his lips tells you he’s as curious as he is willing.

“Rules?” He licks his lips as he watches you pull your t-shirt over your head before beginning to unbutton your jeans. It only takes a second for him to follow your lead and do the same, leaving him in his gray sweatpants as he remains settled on the couch, and you take your time stripping yourself down to your underwear. He can’t help but to reach for you, anxious hands pressing to your hips only to be pushed away a moment later.

“That’s one of the rules,” you inform him, and a spark ignites in his eyes from your stern tone. Once again he licks his lips and bites down with his teeth to keep from protesting, watching you fling your bra to the floor as his eyes travel down your body in time to see you shifting your hips side to side to remove your panties. You stand bare in front of him only a second before he grips himself over his sweatpants, already so eager to have you when he’s aware there’s a game to be played. “No touching unless I say,” you begin with the first rule, fully aware the camera is capturing every word, every motion, and every eager inhale and desperate exhale filling and releasing from your chests.

“I can do that,” he promises with a cocky grin, leaning farther back against the sofa to get comfortable, hand still on his cock that has hardened at just the sight of you.

“Hm, and no begging to get your way,” you warn him, knowing what those adorable puppy eyes and desperate pleas can do to you when the roles are reversed . “No touching, no begging, and… no coming until I say so.”

His eyes widen for a moment before he settles, feigning confidence as you reach for the band to his sweatpants, uncovering his cock that stands hard and is dying to be touched. He exhales through his nose, a slow, steady breath as he nods to let you know he agrees. His pants are pushed down to his ankles before he kicks them away, leaving him bare just as you, and his hand twitches to grip his length, but he’s sure that no touching means he also is forbidden to relieve himself in any way.

“No coming,” you begin in a whisper, eyes focused on his own while you straddle his thighs, feeling them tense beneath your naked body, “until I come. Understood?”

He gulps and nods once again, eyes fluttering the moment you wrap steady fingers around his length. He hisses and his nostrils flare, a lick of his lips tells you he’s trying to remain focused once his head rolls back against the cushion. You offer a gentle squeeze just to hear him hiss once again, watching the muscles of his stomach tighten and his chest rise and fall at the simplest of touches. He becomes so needy when you want him to be, loving when you take control just as much as you love getting to be comfortable and have fun with him.

As you drag your palm up to the tip of his cock, he twitches in your hand upon feeling the slow motion of your skin against his, already so eager to be touched in the way he loves best, but you both know that’s not what he’s going to receive just yet. A sigh falls from his lips as his head rolls to the side, and you take your time working him up, caressing his length, putting on a show for the camera and enjoying how willing he is to follow your rules just to please you.

You decide to test his composure by leaning closer, studying the way his eyes have fallen shut and his lips remain parted before your mouth brushes along the curve of his jaw. Though you’re positive the camera lens can only witness the motions going on from your thighs up to the tips of your noses, it’s enough to tease the future audience and give them what they want while you press soft kisses in a line toward his lips. He huffs and opens his eyes, and the way his mouth closes and opens, you’re sure he’s reminding himself not to make any moves you didn’t approve of.

The grin that forms over your lips tells him you’re proud he’s obeying so far, but as you offer the base of his cock a tighter squeeze, his jaw falls slack before a groan erupts in his chest, hands twitching at his sides, so desperate to grab hold of you. But he remains patient, and releases a sigh while you continue to tease. The hand not busy with his cock rises to tangle fingers between the strands of his hair as your thumb brushes along his temple before falling into a steady rhythm of running the opposite palm from the base to the tip in the slowest of motions, then back down again.

Just as he becomes comfortable with your motions, finding it easier to retain control of his own desires, you pull both hands from his body to have him close to releasing a whimper, becoming much needier than you realized in a short span of time. His head rises and his eyes grow wide watching you ease two fingers into your mouth to cover the digits in your own saliva, and his lips part the moment you lower your hand between your thighs to find your clit. Beginning to caress slow circles against your flesh, you lick your lips before moaning his name, beginning to pleasure yourself while straddling his legs, feeling him tense beneath you at the sight.

With fists clenched at his sides, he resists all of his urges while being unable to pull his eyes from between your thighs. The camera only witnesses your hand disappearing between your legs while you begin rocking your hips and whimpering with a touch of exaggeration, but he studies the way your fingers work in circles as you ride the pleasure you’re offering yourself.  

“Mm, it feels so good,” you moan to have him nearly squirming beneath you, dying to be inside of you and it doesn’t help when you place your palm against his bare shoulder, digging your nails into his flesh just enough to have him groaning. Your hand lowers farther between your thighs, circling your entrance to feel the arousal beginning to form as you warm yourself up for him. Maybe part of it is just to tease as well, loving to feel him tighten his body beneath you, watch his jaw slack, and hear the desperation in his groans as he refrains from begging you to sit on his cock already. “I’m getting so wet.”

At that, he exhales a heavy breath before gulping, never tearing his eyes away from between your thighs as you pleasure yourself. Your fingers quicken in pace for only a moment, lips parting as his name fills the air between the two of you in breathy whimpers. Your hips rock harder with the motions only to have him envisioning you riding his cock, and the moment you pull your hand away and look toward him, you notice the sheen of precum dripping from his tip.

“Are you ready for me to ride your cock?” you ask with a devious hint to your tone, to which he quickly begins nodding just as you take hold of his length.

“Pl—” he begins, then catches himself, “yes… I am.” Another gulp tells you it’s becoming harder to follow your simple rules, causing you to chuckle while positioning your core over the tip of his cock. For a moment, you only tease him, rocking your hips to run the tip along the softness of your folds, watching his brow furrow as he bites his lips, exhaling deeply.

Finally, you give him part of what he desires, aligning the cock to your entrance before beginning to take your sweet, sweet time sinking onto him. He hisses and groans as the heat envelops him, and you even whimper his name as his cock fills you up, the tip hitting you deep once you’re finally settled, needing to take a moment to compose yourself and stick with your role before you lose the motivation for your own game.

After a few deep breaths and adjusting to the feel of his cock deep within your walls, you pull your hips away from his body with caution, before slowly sinking yourself onto him to hear him groan once again. His head falls back and his fists remain clenched at his sides, knowing he’s dying to grab your hips and guide you like he usually would, but he plays along to please you just for the camera.

Pressing your palms against his chest and feeling him tense beneath your touch, you begin rolling your hips against him. The motions are slow, but steady as you enjoy the feeling of him inside of you, the tip of his cock tight between your clenched walls and heavy breaths falling from your lips.

“You feel so good inside of me,” you begin to whimper just to have him as worked up as you. As you ride him with ease with a teasing, tempting motion, you taunt him to break the rules and grab your hips while begging for more. The moment you lean toward him to brush your lips over his own, his body tenses once again, and his breaths grow uneven while you tighten and release yourself around his length for the added pleasure, rolling your hips back and forth, hands rising to grip the strands of his hair. “God, you’re so hard.... It feels so damn good.”

There’s an added desperation to the whimper of your words just to have him on edge. The way each syllable strains against your tongue as his cock disappears inside of you over and over earns a deep groan from within his chest, his eyes remaining closed and his lips parted after a swipe of his tongue over his flesh. His body is just as hot as yours, worked up, needing release, but the game overpowers the desire to come, loving to tease him and the camera recording the two of you only adds to the thrill.

However, he grows too impatient, too quickly, and a simple, quick thrust of his hips takes you by surprise, suddenly squeaking his name as he buries his cock farther, deeper inside of you. The grip on the strands of his hair tighten for a moment as a jolt of warmth surges through your body from the action, but you regain your control after a few seconds of being caught off guard.

“Getting eager?” you tease him with the question, continuing to ride him even slower just to drive him wild. Before he can answer, your hand slips between your thighs and your fingers press to your clit once again, beginning to pleasure yourself while using his cock to bring yourself closer to your own edge. “You’re going to be a… a good boy for me and follow the r-rules, right?”

Speaking becomes difficult as you pleasure yourself and ride his cock to bliss. With each syllable, your eyes flutter until they shut completely, and your head falls back while succumbing to the heat overtaking every inch of your body. You’re aren’t sure if he responds to the question thanks to the pleasure bubbling in the pit of your stomach, wishing to draw out the moment a bit longer, tease him a bit more, and put on a worthy show for the camera, but you decide it feels too incredible with him inside of you, and his need to please you and do as you say has you just as worked up as him.

The tension builds between your thighs as you work your clit with trembling fingers, body beginning to quiver as you lean forward to find his lips once again, this time kissing him without the need to tease, giving him permission to do the same as he cranes his neck in a dire need to taste your skin against his own. Your teeth drag along his skin before he groans and raises his hands, only to remember your wishes of no touching to have his arms falling to his sides. Though he can hardly resist when you begin riding his cock quicker, harder, digging yourself into his body just to receive every ounce of pleasure you can find.

As your mouth trails from his lips to his neck to kiss, lick, and tempt and tease his body in any way you can find, he can’t resist bucking his hips between your thighs once again. The sudden burst of heat from his action earns a whimper of his name, and the reaction only causes him to repeat the motion until he’s thrusting upward into you, making you regret not making it a rule that he couldn’t fuck you in return. But the bliss continues to flood through your body and the heat bubbles and the tension tightens until you feel the final thread holding onto your sanity snap, pleasure coursing through your body like wildfire as you come undone in front of him, in front of the camera, rolling your hips to ride out your orgasm until it leaves you breathless, shaking, and falling limp against his chest.

His breaths are just as heavy, though you’re well aware it’s from being held on the edge for so long. You’ve tempted and teased, and used his cock to get yourself off while driving him wild, and you know if you keep him hanging on any longer, he’s sure to break the rules and lose the game. Not that it wouldn’t be nice to have a victory over him, you consider while pulling yourself off of him to shudder from the sensitivity and allow him to curse because he’s so worked up and ready to come, but he’s done so well just for your own game and it would be cruel to deny him for much longer.

“Mm, that felt so good, baby,” you tell him with a soft sigh, leaning in once again to pepper his flushed face with sweet kisses. You continue to straddle his legs while easing some of the tension with your lips, and when you look down at his painfully erect and awaiting cock, you spot the glistening arousal over his flesh of coming undone while wrapped around him. “That felt so good using your cock to get off. I bet you’re ready to come now, aren’t you?”

With a smirk, you grip him once again, feeling your juices smeared beneath your palm while dragging your grip up and down his length. He mutters a reply you don’t quite catch before he’s inhaling a sharp breath from your touch, and you know he’s beyond worked up and needing to come, every brush of your hand or stroke of his cock is amplified due to his pure need for release.

“I-I want… want to come,” he groans between his eyes closing shut and his jaw tightening. You know he’s only a moment away from begging, and part of you wants to draw the moment out even longer just to hear his cute little cries and desperate way he calls your name, asking permission for his own release. You can picture him whiny and needy and breathless as he does so, biting your lip at the thought as you take your time caressing his length in slow motions with a stern grip. “Can I…. p—”

He prevents himself from giving in once again, but there’s sweat beading at his temple and his bottom lip has grown deep red from his own teeth. You tighten your grip at the base of his length upon hearing him nearly lose control, pausing for a moment to take in the sight of his flared nostrils, bitten lip, and wrinkled brow.

“What was that?” You drag your palm up to the tip of his cock, thumb brushing over his slit to earn a thrust of his hips once again. “Do you want to come, baby? Tell me what you want.”

“Yes,” he gasps, as if he had been holding his breath as you spoke, and in seconds all of his composure comes crumbling down around him. “Yes… yes, please, fuck, I need to come. Please, let me come.”

The satisfaction from hearing the desperation in his tone and the tremble of each syllable bursts within your chest, a proud smile growing over your lips and a giggle to add to his humiliation, finding him so cute when he’s so needy and dying to get off. Though he lost the playful game, you hold your gloating back for now in exchange for a steady fist pumping his cock to give him what he begs for. His hips jerk with every motion, and now that he’s given in, he reaches with two hands against your waist, fingers digging into your skin to hold on to what sanity he has left.

Your motions quicken to have him cursing beneath his breath and groaning every time you tighten your grip. As his head rolls back, he makes it clear he’s painfully close to the edge, only needing a few more pumps of his cock to barrel over the edge of pleasure.

“Come on, baby,” you instruct him, working his length just the way he likes while your free hand rises to press fingers to the side of his neck, “come for me.” The moment you apply pressure to his throat, he grunts a second before the first few drops of cum spill over your fingers, followed by white ropes releasing onto his stomach. His body tenses and he holds his breath, nails scratching your skin from the overstimulation of you continuing to pump every drop from his cock.

After a few seconds, his body grows limp against the couch while you’re left to take in the mess he’s left over your fingers and his own stomach. He’s painted with his release as his chest rises and falls, trying to catch his breath with eyes closed and lips parted. You can’t help but to lean closer to press your lips against his forehead, loving the breathtaking view of him becoming so exhausted after you’re done with him.

The gloating can wait until later, you think, deciding to grab a towel to clean the two of you up with, taking care of him after having him so worked up while knowing he will need his energy to upload the video the two of you created for your faithful audience as the perfect ending to your game.

#bts smut #marvel smut #call of duty smut #twilight smut #harry potter smut #jungkook smut #loki smut #nct smut #got7 smut #monsta x smut #stray kids smut #harry styles smut #ghost smut #jimin smut #taehyung smut #bts scenarios #marvel scenarios #stray kids scenarios #call of duty scenarios

[cashcart1er]

Surprise Y/N (Part I)

Gf!Riri, Bestfriend!Shuri, Blood, Gore, Drug Use, Explicit Language, Main Character Deaths, Sexual Content, Ghostface Shuriri?

This was inspired by @killmongerskeepermain Ghostface story and Scream I. Enjoy!

'Two Apalachee High school students Jamie Lynch and Brady Harrison found dead in the Lynch household on 7th street. They were stabbed multiple times in multiple places. There is no known suspect yet, but there a Halloween mask found at the scene-

You switched the TV off sighing. They have been blowing every TV channel with this. Of course it sucked that they died, though You didn't really know them but that doesn't make it any better. "Damn, this is one crazy town I swear" Your friend Jerome spoke up while sparking up a blunt. "Hey, you okay? we haven't had a casualty like this since..."

Your girlfriend Riri was talking about your father. Your father died a year ago from being brutally murdered by a serial killer named Ray Holland. You weren't ever the same that day and it showed. Ever since that day you never let a door go unlocked or a window left open.

"I'm fine baby. Do you feel like getting me sprite?" She nodded giving you a kiss before getting up to go to the kitchen. "Nigga I know we ain't letting this sleepover go to waste over some classmates we ain't even know. Rest In Peace and shit but we gathered each other to have fun not slump in your seats" You gasped from your friend Mariah's lack of sympathy.

"Have a heart Mariah that ain't cool. She is right about us coming to have fun though. When is Kai and Shuri comi-" Jerome was cut off when the door swung in. "Your favorite people just arrived! Did y'all pick out the horror movie?" You did forget about the movie you guys were supposed to watch. Luckily Riri had one.

"What's up twin. Yeah I got a movie to watch and it's called Scream. It's basically about the same mask from the news" Jerome scoffed, "That movie was so unoriginal. The girl goes answering calls that don't need to be answered but somehow every time the killer comes she slips away while all of her other friends get slaughtered. They never follow the main rules of a horror movie. 1. Don't pick up the phone 2. Keep them doors locked and 3. Don't say you'll be right back. Because you probably won't" Everyone rolled they eyes and greeted each other happily before sitting down. "Alright lets get this shit started!" Shuri shouted causing everyone to chuckle.

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"Alright I'll see you guys tomorrow at school" Everyone said their goodbyes as they left your house. "Be safe baby. I'll see you tomorrow?" You nodded giving her a deep kiss pulling away only after I lost breath but she pulled me back in kissing on my neck. "You know I can stay here with you" You felt her smirk on your neck as she pecked at it. "Mm it's okay Ri. My cousin is coming here soon to watch me until my mom gets back Sunday" You pulled away patting her on her soft cheeks. "You positive?" She pouted making You laugh as you nodded. "Alright Ma. I love you" Riri replied walking to her car. "I love you too"

You closed the front door and locked it before cleaning up the living room. A couple minutes passed and in the middle of picking up some cups, your phone rung. "It's like 9:00 at night who the hell is calling at this time?" You pick up the phone answering it. "Hello?" You start. "Hey Y/N it's Darnea I just clocked out. Coming over right now. I did get us some snacks in case you had the munchies" You smiled lightly before speaking. "Alright, I'll see you when you get here" You hung up and threw the cups in the trash.

RING RING

The phone rung once again making you think she forgot to tell you something. "Darnea just get in your car-" "Hello Y/N" An unfamiliar raspy male voice spoke sending a chill over your body. "Uh Hi? May I ask who's calling?" the person only chuckled as a response. "Such a spooky night isn't it? It's almost like..it was straight out of a horror movie or something" You were sure it was Jerome just trying to mess with you after the mention of scary movies.

"Jerome if you don't get yo ass off of my phone. It is you ain't it?" You asked. "Do you like scary movies Y/N?" Who you think is Jerome spoke in a deep, sulky tone. "I like what you're doing with your voice J. It's kinda sexy. Don't tell Ri I said that before she jumps to conclusions" You snicker. "What type of scary movies do you like?" You rolled your eyes at all of his questions that he would know. "J you know I barely watch those. The one we watched today got on my nerves. Besides, they're all the same" You shrugged walking over to the couch.

"Are you alone in the house?" You sigh at the typical movie lines he's throwing at you. "J you're supposed to be an expert of movies why are you being so unoriginal?" You plop on the couch waiting for his response. "Maybe that's because I'm not Jerome" You sat back up just as fast as you sat down. "Uh well then who the hell are you?" You ask as you look throughout your windows. "The question 'Who am I' is never more important than the question 'Where am I'" A part of you still thought it was Jerome but you were still on edge. "Fine, where are you?"

"Your front porch"

This could easily be a joke but that didn't stop you from starting to get a little bit nervous. The only reason your black behind crept to the front door was because this wasn't the first time your friends pulled this bullshit. You opened the door slowly as you skimmed the front porch finding nobody. An idea popped up in your head causing you to smirk.

"Can you see me right now?"

"Uh huh" they replied.

"Yeah okay then what am I doing?" You stuck a finger up your nose waiting for a response but to no avail. "Helloo what am I doing?" You looked around giggling. "Stop playing J you ain't slick. Bye" Your finger was hovering over the end call button. "If you hang up you'll die just like your fucking father bitch!" You froze realizing this wasn't Jerome at all. It was a whole psychopath. "Fuck you nigga" You hung up anyways and scurried back inside locking the door behind yourself.

As you were taking a deep breath, you heard footsteps behind causing you to dart your head that way. To your surprise it was the killer from the news and the movie. Blood was rushing to every part of your body as the killer swung their knife. You barely dodge it but they grabbed your body slamming you onto the floor. The killer got on top of you as you both fought.

The killer locked their hands in your locs bringing your head up and back down ferociously bringing pain to your cranium also making your vision blurry. They dragged their knife across your body before getting ready to cut you open. You snapped back in time and kicked them in their stomach. You took the chance to open the front door but the lock wouldn't budge.

They got up and tried to stick the knife into you but you dodge running up the stairs but they were right behind you. You locked your bedroom behind you pulling out your phone to call 911. The unknown person banged the door slowly busting it down. "911 what's your emergency?" "Help me this guy is trying to kill me with a knife!" You yelled scared for your life. "We have a unit in your neighborhood they will be their in a couple seconds"

When you looked at the door, the person in the mask was gone. There was a thud at your window making you yelp. It was Riri and she looked confused as she climbed in. "What the hell is going on? I was coming back to return those notes I borrowed but I heard screaming" You hugged her tightly letting tears run down your cheeks to her shirt. Her phone dropped making you look at it. You were in shock when you saw that her phone said call ended the same time you ended the call with the dude in the mask.

It couldn't be...Could it?

You slowly removed yourself from her grip making her brows furrow. "What?" she ask but you were in too much fear to speak. "Wait don't go Y/N stop!" You ran out the room to the front door yelping because a police officer surprised you. "Rico help me!" You knew the officer because he was your cousins' brother. "It's okay we got this. Lets go!"

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"Ow fuck!" They arrested Riri as she winced from the force. "Do you wish to give up the right to remain silent?" Rico asked before leading her to the sheriff. "I didn't do anything. tell them Y/N! Sheriff call these guys off" The sheriff shook his head no signaling the other officers to put her in the car. "Wait! At least call my mom for me" They put her in the car as you just sat and watched. "Y/N please! Y/N" The officer drove off with her still calling your name.

Rico approached You after sending Riri to the station. "Hey, you alright? You might have to come to the station to answer some questions" You nodded as a response. Your cousin approached the house in her car. You chuckled a bit when she went under the tape with no hesitation. "Oh my gosh Y/N are you okay?" She asked. "Other than almost getting stabbed to death, I'm good" You joke trying to calm your nerves but that only did so much.

"D you can't be here. This is officially a crime scene" She scoffs at her brother. "Nigga please. She's staying with us for the night" Her brother rolls his eyes at her antics. "C'mon let's get you to the station"

#riri williams #riri wiliams x reader #shuri x reader #shuri udaku #shuri x y/n

[owlsbride]

MODEL, DRAW ME, LOVE ME.

KAKASHI X FEM READER, KAKASHI X YOU.

SUMMARY: Your day has been terrible as well as the last year of your life, you don’t have money and you are in really need of it, because you need to pay the rent. Is that or coming back to your parents house. But not everything is that terrible in your life, you count with your extremely handsome and likeble roommate Hatake Kakashi, who is always there to give you a hand or two.

Aun, Modern Days.

Minors don’t interact.

My first fic Kakashi x reader/you. Be nice! Share and let me know what you think.

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MODEL, DRAW ME, LOVE ME.

Your day had been terrible. Actually, it was not only the day but the week, the month and if you had to be very strict about it, even your year would be said it had been terrible. Since you decided to move from your parent's house to be closer to your college facilities, everything turned out to be more complicated than you had expected.

Of course, there were going to be changes, you would not be daddy's girl anymore, and now you would have to find a place to live, a job to pay the rent and food. It was the price of independence and adulthood; there wasn't much to do about it, but you never thought it would be that hard. You should have listened to your not-so-dear old uncle and gone to law school. Instead, you chose your vocation and went to the art school to become a dancer. So far, your achievements have been near zero. Yeah, you could blame that idiot tv show Fame and his dammed slogan 'fame cost,' but you never thought that this much. Anyway, the only one to blame was you.

So that day, after your lessons, your lame work, and the text on your phone letting you know that the rent was going to be more expensive the next month, your world started to break down as well as your brain, at the point of considering to come back to your parent's house, a hideous and shameful idea. Because you were not a loser or a quieter, and not everything was so wrong with your situation.

As soon as you entered your home, you saw him sitting on the couch with the tv on but not watching it. As usual, he was sketching something in his sketchbook, and scattered papers were all over the place. His messy silver hair and comfortable clothes told you he had never left his spot since that morning, and he probably had been sitting there for hours now.

"Yo! Did you receive the text from the landlord?" He asked you without turning to look at you. He already knew you were there.

"Yes, Kakashi, I did." You answered in defeat, plopping on the couch next to him.

Hatake Kakashi, your roommate for the last year, you had found him almost by chance. He was also studying at the art school, but he was near to becoming an artist and was very good at it. He was a bit mysterious, not much of a speaker but an excellent listener, easygoing and quite aloof at times. He was tall and well fitted, but somehow he always managed to keep a slouched posture, as if the rest of the world didn't matter much to him. You didn't know much about his past, but you didn't care. He was tidy, respectful, a good payer, and knew how to share, and the truth was that you had become close friends. Oh yes! And you had a massive crush on him, so much that only watching him made you hurt.

"Did you answer him?" He asked you, leaving the charcoal on the table and brushing the dust from his fingers.

"Of course not! What am I going to tell him? I don't know, it's so frustrating! I think I'll have to go back home with my parents," you said with a pout. The idea of returning there and leaving the city and Kakashi was disgusting, "You can search for another roommate."

"I don't need another roommate," Kakashi said, picking up the charcoal again and returning to his sketches. "Besides, I told you not to worry about the rent." He sentenced, not looking directly at you.

"What are you suggesting then?" You asked angrily, sitting straight next to him, now facing his impassive look with part of his eyes covered by some unruly strands of silver hair, with his eyelashes almost closed in a simple gesture of concentration. He was so perfect.

"I'm just saying that you don't have to worry, I can pay for both of us, until you get more stable in the city."

"Oh no, no, no... That's not gonna happen, Kakashi, that sounds like something my father could say." You answered, crossing your arms stubbornly.

"Maa~. I'm not your father, but as you wish."

"Yeah... let's better keep our counts clear." You said picking up the remote to start changing the channels dramatically.

The silence took over the place, and the only noise perceptible in the room was the charcoal against the papers and your sad sighs. After not finding anything on TV, you decided to turn it off and do some thinking. It was Friday night, and the only thing in your head was that most of your life sucked. When you decided to become a dancer, you thought it would be challenging, but you would enjoy it. You would find a good job and a beautiful apartment to share with a fellow dancer, and you would become close friends to go out on weekends. Instead, you ended up attending more classes than your body could physically support. Working in a bar where you were not even the waitress and leaving with a soon-to-be very talented artist, a bohemian unaware that most of the world around him exists, the man of your life, with the only problem he didn't know it. So yes, there you were, sighing and sighing.

"Could you just stop doing that? Please?" Kakashi asked nicely but coldly.

"Doing what?"

"You know... all those noises, you are not 'La Llorona'" He was mocking you now.

"Hey! Don't be rude... I wasn't doing anything."

"If you say so, but please stop creating problems where there are not," He was looking so sympathetic at you that you felt like melting there. "It's Friday night, don't you have any plan?"

"No... and if I did, I don't have the money nor the mood to go out." No matter what he said to you, you couldn't bear your current situation. "What about you? Don't you have plans?

"Nope... I never have plans on Fridays." Kakashi simply stated.

"Nor Saturdays" You spoke without thinking.

"Are you controlling my schedule?" He said, leaving what he was doing and going to the kitchen to grab a water bottle.

"Nooo... but you are always here." you said almost to yourself.

"Maybe it is because I like it here. There are many beautiful things." Kakashi answered you with a wink, and you couldn't avoid the redness on your face, he smiled, and you died a little with that smile. "You know... I was thinking..." He started talking again after drinking directly from the bottle, a gesture you found more erotic than any porn movie. "If you are so persistent in wanting to pay half everything and you need the money, you could look for an extra job."

"An extra job? Do you think I have time or rest to look for an extra job, Kakashi? You said, approaching him.

"Yes, a job that is kind of related to your profession and it doesn't require much effort and they pay well." So, Kakashi already had an idea, you thought.

"I'm listening..."

"You can work as a live model at the school."

"Oh! It sounds interesting." You answered thoughtfully. "And how do I apply?"

"Well, I can talk with some of the teachers there, and I'm quite sure you will have the work." He said, standing next to you, towering over you.

"Wait..." You suddenly said in realization, "In those lessons, the model isn't naked, right?" You were not going to pose naked.

"Almost all the time, yes. Why?" Kakashi asked as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

"Then no, I wont, I wont pose naked... No way"

"What? Why?" What's wrong with modelling? You are not telling me that you think that the leotards you wear are not that revealing?"

"What do you mean? They are perfectly fine and descent and you are a perv, just like your colleagues for sure." You were angry, but at the same time, you blushed. He had noticed your leotards.

"You know what, Anna Pavlova? I was just trying to help you. I'm so so sorry." He said, lifting his hands in defeat. "They wouldn't hire you anyway; you are too fit." Now he had that insufferable closed-eyed smile.

"What do you mean, Leonardo?" If he was going to use famous names just to be ironic, you would too.

"What you heard. You are too fit, and you don't have any interesting curve to draw." He finished looking at you from head to toe. He was so close, and you felt so small.

"You are... You are... You... I'm going to have a shower." You didn't have anything else to tell him, so you ran away to hide in the bathroom and have a long shower. You heard him laugh, as always, and you just sighed loudly again.

The long shower really had been a long shower. You stayed under the hot water for a long time, not doing anything but thinking about your life and the recent 'discussion' you just had with Kakashi. It was the first one in a year, and maybe he was trying to help, but you didn't know why you found the offer a bit offensive. You would be offered to a class like an animal for sacrifice to a bunch of students who only wanted to explore your anatomy. You wouldn't be different from an apple, an orange or a bottle; still, it felt weird. Truth be told, dancing in front of people wasn't that different. You would be in a scenario playing the part for others to enjoy or suffer with you. The swan death, Giselle, Carmen, what was the difference? When thinking about it, dancing was a minor sacrifice each day: during class, during exams, and during a performance.

And now, in front of the mirror and with other sensations about modelling, another thing was bothering you. It was true that you would have to fight the shame of being naked, but you were a performer after all; it was just another role. The problem was, 'you are to fit.'

Yes, the ballet had changed your body, and you weren't that curvy anymore, but Kakashi's comment was offensive and sexist, so for once, you were going to prove him wrong.

He wasn't in the living room, so you went straight to his room. You needed to talk to him about your resolutions and his thoughts. You find him lying in his bed watching tv, only dressed in his sweatpants, and you thought you would die there.

"Can we talk?" You began, and when he didn't answer or turn to look at you, you stood between him and the television. "I asked you if we can talk?"

"What do you want now? Don't forget I'm a perv, be carful." He said smugly.

"Oh, so you are hurt for my comment, I'm sorry", you apologized ", I didn't intent to be that rude."

"Maa~ It's ok." Kakashi said, dismissing you with his hand.

"You've been rude too. Your comment about my body was offensive, sexist, misogynist..."

"And a joke." He interrupted, "I think your body is perfect." Kakashi said, blushing.

"Really?" Butterflies exploded in your stomach.

"Yep, otherwise I wouldn't have offered you the job, no matter how much I would envy all those newbies." Kakashi answered, avoiding your gaze and trying to focus on the tv.

"About the ofer..." You began avoiding the last part of the sentence because it was too much to register, and you wouldn't want to believe much in anything that could give you hope about this man, "If I say yes, would you teach me how to be a model?"

Kakashi made silence for a moment, and after a long sigh, he spoke again.

"Yes, I guess I can."

"Then teach me." You said impatiently, doing a ballet pose, and you saw him smile.

"Now?" He said, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Yes, now." You pushed, trying to keep your balance. "Come on." You said, taking him by his arm to the living room.

After a few moments of looking around, Kakashi finally took out all the things on the coffee table and gently asked you to sit there.

Once seated there, Kakashi approached you and rested his fingers on the edge of your robe,

"Can I?" He asked, and you just nodded your head. Having Kakashi close, barely touching your shoulders with his fingertips, sent electricity through your entire body.

"Now, raise your head and lift your chin, just like that."

Kakashi took a distance to observe you and approached again, "Turn your back and relax your shoulders. Don't stop looking at me. Bring your knees to your chest, and that's it."

"That's it?" You asked, so simple? It couldn't be that simple. He only had removed your robe.

"Yes, pretty much." Kakashi said nervously, picking up the scattered things on the floor.

"Teach me more, please." You pleaded. You were not interested in modelling anymore; you just wanted him close to you, touching you. And when he suddenly turned to see you, you saw a predator in the room. Kakashi was like a cat, and you were his prey.

"Are you sure of what you are asking?"

"Absolutely."

He went to you. He gently caressed your face and looked deep into your eyes, and when he saw no doubt, one hand rested on your small back and the other on your chest, his smile spread as he felt your heartbeat racing but that he didn't care. He gently pushed you back to the table and laid you down. He began by arranging your hair. He ran his hands along the length of your arms, sides, thighs and legs. It was the touch of a feather, and all the senses in your being lit up like never before. With the devotion of an artist in front of his muse, he began to take off your shorts and panties all in one movement. Instinctively, the shame took over your body for a moment, and you unconsciously closed your legs to cover your exposed sex. Kakashi chuckled and gently moved your legs to the side in an elegant, delicate, subtle way. Kakashi continued with the upper part of your body. With expert hands, he removed your shirt and now your entire body was exposed to him. He caressed and accommodated your arms, one above your head and the other below your breasts. The posture was perfect, and now you were his creation.

You stood there unable to move, your body burning, the sweet pain between your legs begging for relief, making it hard to think, you were so wet, and he didn't even properly touch you that way.

"Now what, Kakashi?" You asked in a voice that didn't sound like yours.

"What else do you want? You learnt two different postures now." He was acting smug, but you could see the lust in his eyes. "Do you want me to draw you? Paint you?" He spoke now from his spot on the couch.

"I..." you began unconsciously, taking your hand to your wet sex, "I want you to touch me."

"Really?" He asked, leaning now next to you, touching your hand, pushing you harder, slowly inside you. You moaned at his gesture and nodded with your head. "Fuck it." you heard him say, and you smiled. Suddenly Kakashi was already kneeling by your side and had replaced your hand with his. Inside you, two of his fingers were already playing dangerously close to your limits while you couldn't help but move your whole body in pure ecstasy. Kakashi began to kiss your stomach, leaving traces of his warm lips on every part of your torso until he reached your breasts. He took one in his hands and gently caressed it until tiredness. He took the nipple hardened by excitement and groaned at your reaction. Kakashi took your other breast in his mouth, and with his tongue, he did wonders.

Still jerking you off with his fingers, Kakashi took all the time in the world to stimulate you to make you beg. Still, you resisted.

In one movement, Kakashi sat you on his legs on the ground and your back on his bare chest. The new position made Kakashi's fingers reach places physically unthinkable for you.

You could feel his erection in the small of your back, and instinctively you began to move your hips, rocking back and forth. Kakashi pulled his fingers out of you, and now in his hands, your two breasts were caressed to the point of making you come just with that simple touch and the kisses he gave you. Kisses on your back, on your neck, on your mouth, everywhere. You were so painfully close. The overstimulation was the sweetest torture you've known so far, but you could barely stand it anymore. Instead, Kakashi was calm and totally in control. You thought you would die when he returned to your sticky, wet pussy and pressed your clit with his thumb.

"Ka...kashi...Please," you begged. And he obeyed. As fast as before, he lifted you up and took you to his room, and you both ended up on the bed. He was on top of you, and he would dominate this.

"I always wanted to do this", Kakashi said, looking seriously at you. "I'm going to fuck you now, so is this what you want?"

"I always wanted it too," you manage to say, but before finishing, he was already entering you with his hard cock well erected, and you could only scream his name.

It was rough sex, good sex, and incredible, amazing, animalistic sex. Kakashi was astonishing good, and he was so generous in his ministrations. You couldn't believe what this man was making you feel in every thrust, kiss, and touch. You were so close. With each thrust, you could see one more star in the sky, you needed to come with the force of a hurricane, and Kakashi knew it. Their movements became stronger, more aggressive, yet so exquisite that they knew every place to reach.

The two of you came together. The world succumbed under your bodies, and exhaustion took hold of both of you. Kakashi collapsed on top of you, and you hugged him as tight as you could.

"Why didn't we do this before?" you asked in a whisper in his ear.

"Because you're good at paying half the bills and I didn't want to screw it up."

"Now we can do it more often because I don't have to pay for them anyway."

"Will you accept my help?"

"Oh no... now I know how to model."

"Do not even think about it."

And just like that, Kakashi was already kissing you again, skillfully looking for your crotch for the second time in one night.

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Disarm pt. 12

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Summary: Edward goes to find Y/N to try to make things right.

Tags: angst, guilt, hurt/comfort, chronically ill reader, anti-social Edward, obsessive thinking, CARETAKING

warnings: depictions of illness, depictions of a panic attack, a little bit of sh like a smidge

Chapter 12- To My Mistakes Of Cowardice

Edward banged on Y/N’s door, calling out her name. 

His panic grew when there was no answer. Pressing his ear to the door he heard muffled television sounds. 

Please, PLEASE just be sleeping, please just be sleeping. 

Edward’s hands felt clammy and he couldn’t get a full breath in, like his throat was closing up. He was about to kick the door down but realized that might alarm the other residents of the building. 

He ran outside, circling the building.

Windows, windows. 

He couldn’t even see inside. All the shades were drawn. Running his hands along the weathered bottom of the frames he tried to lift each one, but they were locked. Break the window? He looked around for something to break the window with, but then spotted her bathroom window, slightly ajar. He hoisted the frame up, shoving the interior screen forcefully. It popped from the frame into the apartment. Edward clambered over the windowsill, falling into the apartment with a painful thud. He picked himself up, ignoring the discomfort. The bathroom smelled like sickness and vomit. It was in complete disarray. “Y/N?” Edward shouted, still no response. Her apartment is freezing, he realized, seeing his breath. The living room had dirty clothes on the floor, and some dishes with food on the table. The TV was on, broadcasting the news. Edward glanced at it and saw The Riddler reflected back at him. There he was on the screen, talking about how he would kill again and again until changes were made in Gotham. 

He grimaced. She’s been watching this? It made his heart ache to think that Y/N had been keeping track of his exploits this whole time. Did it scare her? He turned away, disgusted with himself. He hurried down the dark hallway, calling her name, slamming the door to her bedroom open. There. Edward could breathe again. Y/N was there in her bed, wrapped up in sheets and— Oh. He felt a stab in his heart when he recognized his jacket held so tightly in her arms. He rushed to her side, “Y/N?” Edward tentatively reached out, resting his hand lightly on her arm. She was burning up, he realized as his heart dropped into his stomach.  She was covered in sweat, dark purple shadows under her eyes. Her eyes were puffy and red as well, and he could tell she had been crying. Because of me.  He gritted his teeth, remorse consuming him. Your bulllshit isn’t important right now, he reminded himself. She needed her meds. 

“Shit!” he ran back out into the hallway, remembering he had left the bag outside her front door. Unlocking the door, he opened it, very relieved to see that it was still there. He pulled it inside and ran back into her room with it, digging through it furiously. He pulled out some pain meds that would help bring her fever down and her daily medications that she needed to be taking. 

If these don’t help I will take her to the hospital—Wait she needs water too, he scrambled back into the kitchen. Most of the dishes were dirty, so he opened all the cupboards until he found a clean glass, filling it with water. Grabbing her pills in one hand, and the water in the other, he set them on the nightstand, slowly scooting into bed with her. He grimaced when he realized her blankets and sheets were soaked through with sweat. Reaching one arm under her, he lifted her body, propping her up carefully against his chest. Her eyelids fluttered open at that, and she glanced up at him, her gaze hazy with fever. He could tell that she wasn’t really seeing him, but still he felt relief flood through his body just seeing her open her eyes. “Hi..” he spoke gently, “I need you to take this okay?,” he wanted to sound calm and reassuring but his voice came out strangled. Y/N seemed to have some understanding though, and she let him place the pills in her mouth. 

“Here you go,” Edward spoke, lifting the water to her mouth. He watched her carefully as she drank, making sure she got most of it down before he removed it from her lips. After setting the glass down he realized her eyes were closed again, and she was sleeping once more.  Edward shifted out from under her cautiously, trying not to disturb her. I need to find a way to bring her fever down. She turned over on the bed, making a soft noise as she clutched his jacket to her face. Edward was filled with self-loathing. He could hardly stand to look at her.  He didn’t deserve to. He had always thought that Arkham would be hell, but no, it was here. Edward left the room. He needed to find a thermometer to keep track of her temperature. —---------------------------------------------------------------------- Y/N stirred, her mind fuzzy. She had a dream that someone had been there, helping her take medicine. Another where someone had held an ice pack to her body. Her heart was pounding, and the pain in her temples was excruciating, she flipped over on the bed trying to get comfortable again.

At some point Eddie had been there too, sitting by her bedside. She remembered that he looked terrified about something. 

It was confusing. She closed her eyes again. —----------------------------------------------------------------------- Edward had been cleaning for a long time. He had washed her sheets first, quietly picking up the dirty ones that had been kicked off the bed and onto the ground while she slept. Next was the bathroom. He organized it and then deep cleaned, scrubbing every surface. After, he picked up the living room until it was spotless.  While he was cleaning the living room he had found her sketchbook. He had flipped it open, curiosity getting the better of him. He flipped through, seeing sketches of still lifes, flowers, and doodles of strangers. Y/N was so talented. He flipped another page and was confronted with many, many drawings of him. Drawings of him in a cartoon-like style, detailed drawings of his side profile, doodles of outfits he had worn. Little drawings of the two of them together, which he loved.  Lots of drawings of his face, many with little hearts around them, he noticed, his face growing warm. On some of the pages there was “Y/N Nashton '' written several times, which made his hands shake and his heart race. She had drawn all of this so lovingly, he thought, his stomach churning. How could he have thought that she didn’t love him? He traced over the drawings of them together with his fingers, before closing the sketchbook and putting it away.  

Now he was working on cleaning the kitchen. His brows were furrowed as he focused intensely on washing a cup. He wasn’t sure what good all of this was doing, he just knew that it felt like a solution to something. Bringing order to things. It stopped him from going into the bedroom every 5 minutes to check on Y/N, at least. She is very sick. He scrubbed the cup harder, the sponge chafing his hands. He had a process. He washed each dish several times. She’s sleeping with my jacket. He would rinse it. I screamed at her. Then he would dry it and put it away. I left her for a week. Then he would start on the next dish. 

He held the cup up, inspecting it. It was spotless but he started scrubbing it again just for good measure. His mind had been a mess with a number of anxious thoughts about Y/N. About her condition, about the things he had said. It made him feel helpless that he couldn’t do anything other than let her sleep and change out her ice packs after he gave her her meds, and hope she would be okay. As he cleaned, he went over the events of Halloween night again and again. Images of Y/N flinching at his touch floated in his mind along with flashes of her crying and pleading with him. He thought about how he had found her: extremely sick and clutching his jacket, as if it was a lifeline. She had missed him, even after everything he had done. Hands shaking, he dried the cup and put it away. He rested his hands on the edge of the counter, staring down at the floor. He had told her that she was only good for a—Oh, how did he so charmingly put it? A mediocre fuck. Letting out a loud sigh, Edward paced in front of the sink before stopping and sinking to the kitchen floor, his back against the cabinets. Why did I fucking say that? He had been at odds with the rest of the world, pretty much his whole life. He had never gotten along with others, even when he tried to, and eventually he did stop trying. When people pissed him off, or hurt him, which as a child was often, it was so easy to hurt them back. His strengths weren’t physical, he knew that, but he was smart. He had carefully crafted his own way of hurting others throughout the years. It had always been so easy for him to target their insecurities with pinpoint accuracy, to lash out immediately in retaliation. But he had never meant to do it to Y/N.

Edward held his head in his hands, tugging at his hair a bit in frustration. If he could go back in time, and not say any of those things, he would do it in an instant. But that wasn’t possible, so he had to figure out how he could possibly even start to make this up to her.

He just needed to be doing something. So this is what he was doing. Cleaning every single thing in her apartment until his hands hurt, and then cleaning some more. 

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This is the only post from my reddit account I will properly archive on this tumblr, as it is the only one that I think is truly interesting. I have had this post saved in drafts for 4 days before the deletion of my account so no one can find my cringey reddit. Enjoy!

Note: some of the sources I got from this youtube video. Check it out! Don't worry, I did a lot of my own research as well. Special thanks to some users on my original reddit posts, the tumblr blog lostdisney, and more for helping or showcasing some cool stuff along the way.

Do you recognize this dog?

Chances are, if you were an animation fan or Disney fan in the mid 00s, you might. This is the story of that dog and how his film ultimately transformed into Bolt, the arguable first movie in the Disney revival era. No, seriously.

Lilo & Stitch & Chris Sanders

In the early to mid 90s Disney was releasing a slew of movies that were massively popular and successful for the company, an era that is collectively known by Disney and Animation fans as "The renaissance era" of Disney. However, by the late 90s and early 2000s, things began to shift for Disney, as strong competitors began to pop up, particularly Dreamworks and Pixar (which weren't out-right owned by Disney, just had movies presented by Disney at the time) were wowing audiences with CGI imagery and stories that went against the grain of typical Disney fare. To make things worse for Disney, they were now releasing films that were not the big box-office successes of past ones and did not gain the critical praise Disney once had.

A new smash success was needed, but it would take nothing short of a miracle to happen, a visit from an angel if you will.

Luckily that angel would come in the form of animator Chris Sanders, who had worked on Disney movies in the past before, but this movie would be his first director debut. This movie would transform and grow in a behind-the-scenes story that is amazing by itself, eventually releasing as Lilo & Stitch. Lilo & Stitch was just the success Disney needed at the time and now the animation world as well as Disney were looking forward to Sanders' next big move.

The next mov(i)e

On August 16th 2004, Disney announced the creation of three new projects: A Day with Wilbur Robinson, Rapunzel Unbraided, and the main focus of this piece: American Dog. Then on August 10th, 2005, Disney revealed more about the production at that years SIGRAPH event including various pieces of concept art, a short looping animation of the central moment of the film alongside various locations, and a brief plot summary.

The comments on ain't it cool forums had some who were excited about the upcoming film...

Looks great. by Daddylonghead Man, that painting of the poker game is beautiful. Is American animation learning something from the Triplets of Belleville, maybe? What great cartoon gangsters! the design of this looks great. i'd go see it. by g_mo_d the best looking stuff ive seen from disney in years.

and some that were more critical…

"Lilo and Stitch" was a bore... by Mr. Waturi I love a kids movies... "Iron Giant" and "Monsters, Inc." being my favorites. I actually walked out of "Lilo and Stitch." It was cute without being funny, animated without being interesting. The concept was fine, but the movie just dragged. The stills from this movie look nice, though. Looks like the same artist that creates the comic book about the polar bear and kid.

Oh Hell no. by Krahnos When are we going to grow up from overly cartoonized characters?Christ. I have sever reservations about this... whatever it is.

Despite a few criticisms, things were still looking up for American Dog, with many curious about how the director of "Lilo & Stitch" would follow up his wonderful story with another one. That answer would come from Jim Hill Media and would build up over the years from input from a variety of animators that had worked on the project or witnessed its production.

The plot

Henry, a famous TV dog, finds himself stranded in the Nevada desert. Out in the world for the first time, Henry's tidy life of scripted triumph has come to an end, and his 2,000 mile trek through the real world is just beginning. -Jim Hill

From the creator of Lilo & Stitch comes the charmingly twisted story of a Canine TV star who finds himself stranded in the most forsaken hundred miles of Nevada with an oversized bunny and a testy cat. -Disney

Henry is a dog that was adopted as a puppy by a Hollywood studio and grew up as an actor for a hit television spy series, starring a cast of characters inspired by Ocean's Eleven. The concept art seems to tell a specific "episode" of Henry playing poker and stealing all the money.

Henry seemingly has everything: fame, fortune, and star power.

However, Henry lacks a real home life as at the end of each filming session, Henry is locked up in a dark cage or room and his life is put on hold until the filming of the next episode.

To Henry, this is normal, so he believes that what he does during filming is real. Then one day, a stunt goes horribly wrong and Henry gets knocked out and ends up waking up on a train going towards Nevada. After years of being served hand and foot, going through "adventures" where he always wins, and living a skewed reality on a television set, Henry has no idea how to interact with real people or get along in the real world.

If Henry attempted something he thought he knew how to do due to his scripted adventures, such as drive a car, it would not work his way and would cause a terrible situation. So Henry needs as much help as he can get.

Luckily for Henry, he comes across this help in the form of Spig, an eye-patch wearing cat (that was radioactive in early concepts), and Mr. Buttons, a radioactive rabbit that was gigantic in early drafts.

The two live in a gas station with retirement savings stored in a giant dinosaur statue and, most importantly to Henry, a classic car hung in some Christmas wire.

Henry bribes the duo to drive him back home and the two agree to it, possibly due to Ruthie, a mutant zombie girl-scout that stalks the duo and tries to kill them each night.

Along the way, the trio come across a variety of odd and quirky characters. Some of the most-documented ones were Jo Night/Knight, a Vegas waitress that meets Henry in the elevator of a safari-themed hotel. She could have potentially "used her movements" to distract a would-be assailant.

There was also The Lady in Black, an ex-circus performer who was holed up in a mansion located in the swamps of Georgia. Alongside her may have been a fez-wearing knife-throwing gorilla, though one render might indicate he was downgraded into a background prop at some point in development.

There would have also been several other characters as well that have been showcased in concept art and renders, though their involvement in the story have not been documented or discovered.

Those 2,000 miles back home would be filled from challenges, not just by the characters that the trio would meet but also the situations the trio would get into with each other! But in the end, perhaps Henry would have realized he doesn't want his Hollywood life back and finds himself living life with lifelong friends. This last bit is just a guess though.

After reading all of this, you may already have an idea what happened, but let's move forward through this story.

How American Dog became Bolt

After a couple years of moves that brought down the value of the Disney company, Eisner was kicked out of Disney and a new CEO was given the keys to the kingdom. Meet Bob Iger, starting out as ABC's person to conduct menial labor on TV sets, he would soon grow in the ranks into becoming head of ABC entertainment. When ABC was bought out by Disney in 1995, Iger was too brought in, and then would once again grow in the ranks within the larger Disney company. When the "save Disney" campaign was well over with, picking Iger was a natural conclusion for shareholders. Iger's early moves were specifically done to fix the reputation of Disney, with the largest being to fix the broken relationship between Disney and Pixar at the time. To do so he offered to buy out Pixar for 7.4 billion dollars (that's $10,272,431,932.45 in 2022 money). As an added bonus, John Lasseter, one of the heads of Pixar at the time, would now become head of Disney Animation. Some point afterwards, Lasseter went around to see how the progress was going on some of Disney's recent projects. That's when he saw American Dog's progress, after seeing two screenings of the film, Lasseter reportedly wrote down suggestions on how to fix the film. Sanders, not wanting to change his passion project, rejected all the suggestions, and so Sanders was dropped off his own project.

Take this with a large, large grain of salt, but one alleged insider in Cartoon Brew's comments described the screenings:

Man, this is so annoying. Amid, someone....please, SOMEONE get their hands on the latest story reels of American Dog. Someone from Disney steal it and give it to someone and let people watch it online. Why? Because it was AWFUL!!! I saw the latest reel (yes, I worked at Disney then) and it was the most disjointed, confusing, quirky, weird, unmarketable movie Ive seen. It was rife with plot problems, the characters were unappealing (the dog looked like a miniature moose for eff's sakes, and his giant nose took over the screen so you couldnt see his eyes, no matter what you did) Sanders was never around, and when he was, he wasnt leading, just giving weird notes and then would disappear for weeks. A-dog had ONE thing going for it, good concept art. Big effin deal. And thats fine for a film when its in early production, but this was ready for primetime, it was supposed to be final, and at the last possible second, Lasseter came in and saved the day. Bolt is WAAY better. Had Sanders stayed on the project, it would have either been severely delayed (which we couldnt afford, the execs woulda pulled the plug) or been abysmal and closed WDAS down. As it turns out, Bolt is the best animated film in a long long time from Disney (some think better than wall-e or ratatouille or the incredibles, no joke), and it just fell victim to a dumb fan-fueled movie that scored a 40-something on rottentomatoes* and bad marketing. To an outsider watching the marketing, Bolt looks like trash, but after seeing it you realize its a VERY good film. Im sorry (very sorry) for ranting, but I HATE seeing people ignorantly trashing a film, and comparing it to a film they know NOTHING about, and have built up in their mind as something amazing, when in reality it was a garbage film being directed by an absentee, flighty director who was given plenty of chances to fix his film, and didnt. Lasseter didnt pull the plug on A-Dog because it was quirky, he pulled the plug because it just wasnt working and Sanders wouldnt fix it. And it wasnt just John's opinion, we ALL disliked it, even those of us whole liked Chris very much personally. Now, this is just my opinion, but I hope I didnt ruffle too many feathers, but I just wanted you guys to know there IS another side to the story.

The book Creativity Inc.:overcoming the unseen forces that stand in the way of true inspiration gave more information on what specifically went wrong during the screenings (as well as being a more legitimate source).

A key moment in this evolution came in the fall of 2006, nine months after the merger, at a Story Trust meeting in Burbank. It happened after a fairly awful screening of American Dog) a film structured around a famous and pampered canine actor (think Rin Tin Tin) who believed that he was the superhero character he played on TV. When he found himself stranded in the desert, he had to face for the first time how his tidy, scripted life had not pre- pared him for reality-that he, in fact, had no special powers. That was all well and good, but somewhere along the way, the plot had also come to include a radioactive, cookie-selling Girl Scout zom- bie serial killer. I'm all for quirky ideas, but this one had metasta- sized. The movie was still finding its way, to say the least, so John started off the meeting, as he often does, by focusing on the things he liked about it. He also indicated he saw some problems, but he wanted to give the Disney folks the chance to take the lead on those, so instead of digging in and getting too specific, he threw the meet- ing open to the floor. Throughout the meeting the comments stayed at a superficial level, remaining strangely upbeat-judging by the commentary, you would have never known the film was in disarray. Afterward, one of the Disney directors confided to me that many people in the room had major reservations about the film but didn't say what they thought because John had kicked things off so posi- tively. Taking their cues from him, they didn't want to go against what they thought he liked. Not trusting their own instincts, they held back. John and I immediately arranged a dinner with the directors- and told them that if they ever resorted to that kind of thinking. again, we'd be finished as a studio. Not long after, Disney would have a crisis of its own on Amer- a ican Dog I mentioned earlier the emergence of a serial killer story- line, which while we prided ourselves on always remaining open to new ideas-seemed a tad dark for a family film. Despite our misgivings, though, we decided to give the movie a chance to evolve. Finding a movie's throughline always takes time, we told ourselves. But after ten months of Story Trust meetings-and very little im- provement we concluded that the only option was to restart the project. We asked Chris Williams, a veteran story artist best known for Mulan and The Emperor's New Groove, and Byron Howard, then a supervising animator on Lilo and Stitch, to step in as its di- rectors. Immediately, they began reconceiving the movie. The serial killer was tossed, and the movie was renamed Bolt.

Another reason given as to why American Dog had to be reworked was an inability to rationalize Henry's actions.

Chris Sanders: It had a lot to do with rationalizing what this dog was. “Can he drive a car or can he not?” The answer was yes and no. He can make the car go but, no, he can’t drive. And that would become a big sticking point. In my mind, that idea wasn’t that weird, it was pretty simple; in other people’s minds at the studio, it wasn’t making any sense. Ultimately I was asked, “Does he know he’s a dog or not?” The answer I gave was, “He knows he’s a dog, but has a warped idea what a dog is and does.” That answer didn’t sit well. They wanted a “yes” or “no.” Later on I equated it to Buzz Lightyear, who did NOT know he was a toy. So the “yes,” or “no,” on that would have been a simple, resounding, “no.” Very clear. My dog was more subtle, like Stitch. And that wasn’t going to get through their system. So after a long, hard session with the exec, I was without a simple answer, and I was like, “Okay, I don’t know what to tell you.”

There have been also statements from Jim Hill that Lasseter "hated Lilo & Stitch", as well as a comment from animator Melody Izza about Lasseter not liking "Sanders sensibilities".

The story of Sanders being dropped off of American Dog spread far and wide, with many critiquing the move. No matter if the story is just one of these or a combination of the three, Lasseter needed to comment on why he had to rework the movie.

Asked about the episode, Mr. Lasseter abruptly interrupted an interview to confer with publicists, asking “What can I say here?” After a brief discussion Mr. Lasseter explained that Pixar often added or replaced a director if a film needed help. “Chris Sanders is extremely talented, but he couldn’t take it to the place it had to be,” he said carefully. Mr. Sanders, who is negotiating his exit from Disney, declined to comment. “John doesn’t force his solutions on you,” said Brad Bird, who directed “The Incredibles” and is close to Mr. Lasseter. “But that doesn’t mean he is going to go quietly.”

Lasseter said more about the situation afterwards in an interview with slashfilm

Sure, yeah. You know when the merger of Disney and Pixar happened and Bob Iger and Steve Jobs asked me to be the Chief Creative Officer at Disney, as well as Pixar, you know I came in and there was a handful of movies that had been kind of started down here. "American Dog" was one of them. And I always thought that the premise of that had a lot of potential for heart, you know the character that it is a dog that stars in this kind of action TV show. And he thinks he has these real powers, and so he gets separated from the TV show and learns that he, in fact, doesn't have any powers and he's just a regular dog. But he has no idea about how to be a regular dog, and so he's taught how to be a regular dog by a cat. But it's a deeper story about this friendship, and loyalty and unconditional love that dogs have for their owners. And I think that I had put great possibilities. It's one of those difficult situations where we've done this a couple times before with "Toy Story 2" and with "Ratatouille", where the potential of film, it's just we were having kind of creative differences with reaching that potential, and so we brought on Chris Williams and Byron Howard, two young guys here to direct it, because they're so funny, but they also have a tremendous amount of heart in them. And it's always a difficult situation, because I love Chris Sanders. He's a great guy and brilliant talent, and it's always sort of difficult, but it's the right thing to do for the movie.

And so, Chris Williams and Byron Howards were put on to become the film's new directors. Several changes to the project were made afterwards. The first and main one was de-anthropomorphizing the main trio, as making the animals behave more like real animals was seen as key for Lasseter in order to fulfill a compelling suspension of disbelief. Henry no longer starred in a James Bond/Ocean's Eleven inspired spy show, now he was the star of a cheesy superhero adventure. The cat and rabbit also lose their radioactive past. The rabbit changed species into a hamster inspired by Lasseter's pet chinchilla and the cat changed genders. The trio also got new names, no longer were they "Henry", "Spig" and "Mr. Buttons", now they were "Bolt", "Mittens" and "Rhino". The main female characters, Jo Knight and The Lady in Black, were no more. Now the main female character was Penny, a teenage girl that Bolt gained a bond to, unaware that she was just an actor doing her part. This was also seen as important to Lasseter, to give a more compelling reason why the dog would want to return to Hollywood. The mid-west setting was also changed, in order to not cause fatigue with Pixar's own Cars, as both American Dog and Cars would have shared a similar setting with a similar premise around the same release time frame.

In fact, seemingly the only things not changed from the original production were the base concept: a celebrity dog, unaware that the show he's working for isn't reality, has to find the help of two other animals in order to reach home and learns about how real life works along the way. The casting of John Travolta as the main character also stayed, with the other two reported voice actors, Thomas Haden Church and Mario Cantone, being dropped off of the project. It is unknown why Travolta got to stay, but my best guess is that he was too expensive to drop once the project changed. Its also believed the train scene in the final movie

might have been an inside's homage to the train teaser or this piece of concept art.

Fan and animator reactions

Reception to the change within fan circles was full of criticism, not helped by the previews for the reworking, known as "Bolt", giving the animal characters radical redesigns that many felt were generic, especially compared to the art presented for American Dog.

A few of my favorite comments from the aint it cool forums for example:

by Ribbons Eesh. Bolt! doesn't look anything like American Dog used to. In fact it looks more like Krypto the Superdog than anything else. by R*tardo_Montalban Bolt looks like a tool of the man. He's the type of dog that plays off rebellious, but only rebels in socially and politically acceptable ways. "Let's all have an adventure fellas! But only to attain a lofty yet admirable goal, and we'll make friends along the way." by AndreZX Had to jump in on this. I just saw the production still from Bolt, looked it up and found that this is what happened to American Dog! I was devastated! This new look is 100% generic (although the painterly style of it is very impressive, I'm not impressed with the character designs at all.) I fell in love with the American Dog project the first time I saw that shot of him and the cat with the eyepatch in the convertible, and then they turned around and chopped it into this cookie-cutter crap. Lilo and Stitch is probably one of my favorite Disney movies, and it pains me to think of what they've thrown away to go with Bolt. Oh well. Only time will tell.

Many fans were also angry at the choice of Miley Cyrus as Penny, the human girl that had a bond to Bolt, due to Hannah Montana Mania at the time. The casting of Miley made many feel like Disney was trying to cash in more on the popularity of the show. The reveal that she had re-dubbed over another voice actress (Chloe Grace Moretz) for the majority of the film (Chloe's voice is used in the beginning of the movie) did not help matters much. Miley also reportedly turned away many young boys from Bolt according to some comments on Cartoon Brew:

By Annabel Cole This ties in to the point above about boys avoiding Bolt because Miley Cyrus was there. In the past ten years, Disney has shackled itself to highly visible "girly" brands: not brands that appeal to girls first but also draw boys, like Kim Possible, Pepper Ann, and Nickelodeon's Aex Mack before them, but brands that focus on girly-girls in hot pink dancing, dating, preening, shopping, and singing, either in "real life" (some Disney Channel series) or abstract fairy tale worlds. By Charles And then there was Miley Cyrus. Oh, she did a fine job; that’s not my problem. My problem was that I stood in the theatre lobby watching as Cyrus’ presence caused some older boys to change their minds about wanting to see the film. “It’s got Miley Cyrus; it’s a girl movie.”

Animators who worked on American Dog or saw its production that have spoken about it have been mostly positive. Daniel Chong felt like it was one of the great losses in animation history, but also discussed disbelief looking back towards how anyone would have thought the movie would have "made it" due to American Dog's more adult elements. Specifically the casino scene would have had Henry shot off a gun multiple times and the entire character of Jo Night was seen as questionable. Mark Anthony Austin described American Dog as "the movie that Disney were foolish enough to terminate" and thought its cancellation was "a sad thing". Melody Iza saw a tour of the studio and a slew of concept art for American Dog and thought it was silly, fun and interesting. Dan Platt described one of his models as such: "This high res CG production model of a Ford Thunderbird was originally created for American Dog but ultimately scrapped when the scenes, um…, movie changed." Perhaps I am looking too much/deep into this sentence, but to me it seems like negatively critiquing the film's plot in a way that wouldn't set off too many employer alarm bells.

However, many critics and audiences loved Bolt. The movie was also reportedly amazing in 3D according to wdwmagic. While Bolt had a lousy box office opening with tough competition, Bolt made enough money afterwards in DVD sales to please Lasseter and move forward in the future of Disney. Leading to the Disney revival era. If not downright kick-starting it.

Aftermath

Sanders was reportedly heartbroken and relieved after being kicked off from American Dog.

An individual who knows a lot about the situation wrote to take issue with the statement that Chris Sanders felt "relief" at being taken off AMERICAN DOG. Sanders had apparently been informed before last Wednesday that he was no longer going to be the director, and according to this source, was deeply disappointed, hurt and angered. The source also writes, "Chris felt like his heart had been ripped out, and he didn't expect if from someone (Lasseter) who always talks about a director-driven studio model. This was totally Chris' project from the start, he was pouring himself into it, and now he's fired."

Why was he relieved? Well, being kicked off from American Dog was the last straw for Sanders after a long time within the company thinking that the heads of Disney stifled creativity. Sanders would then leave Disney and join Dreamworks, where he would most notably work on How to Train Your Dragon and The Croods. He would then join Fox to work on a film adaptation of The Call of the Wild. During Sanders' free time, he kickstarted the webcomic Kiskaloo, a sort of Lilo & Stitch meets Calvin and Hobbes. Apparently the folks at Disney at least let Sanders keep the rights to the eyepatch wearing cat and the rabbit.

“After ‘American Dog’ changed directions I had breakfast with John Lasseter and we talked about that character and whether or not I could have that character back,” Sanders explained to us. “They actually officially released that character back to me, which had never been done before. We actually filed paperwork on it. It’s hard for me to reconcile that this character would wind up in a drawer somewhere and never be seen again. To me, it’s a living breathing thing. He said, ‘I totally get that,’ and so we figured it out…

-Chris Sanders

So the characters were lifted into becoming the main characters of the webcomic Kiskaloo, with the cat, now renamed into Ogo, having a backstory that still fits the world of American Dog.

Former Hollywood actor. Used to play the pet of an attractive middle-class family. Lost his eye at a craft-services table mishap. After that, he played the companion to an action-movie villain, and found that it suited him better. Once that franchise ran its course he was put up for adoption, but ran away. He began showing up on sets again. By using the pause function on a DVD player, you can find him lurking in the background of big-budget movies. He can be seen eating a cheese sandwich during the climactic volcanic explosion sequence of “The Last Days of Pompeii.” During a love scene in “Terror on Moonbase 12” he can be glimpsed outside a window, cleaning himself in a crater. And he shows up no fewer than seven times in the background of “Natural Corruption” – snoozing on a drawer in the morgue, toasting marshmallows on the beach during a murder, opening the lid of a mayonnaise jar with a letter opener in a police station, sleeping in the serial killer’s freezer, and fishing in a lobster tank during a grocery store shoot-out. After the studio bought a security dog to keep him away, he moved North...

The beginning of Kiskaloo also has some not so subtle references to a terrible 2007, perhaps a reference to Sanders' heartbreak of being let go from his passion project.

Meanwhile, Bolt has been largely forgotten by most. However, its legacy of kick-starting the revival era of Disney, the Iger era, and its shaky past still lives on within some fan circles.

Would it have been good?

Part of why I brought this to tumblr was due to the recent discovery of the Gibby pilot. In many odd ways, there's a lot of similarities to Gibby and American Dog. Both have been built up in fans heads, at least the fans who were aware of their existence, that they would have been the better product than what was released. But once you go deep into finding out more about "what could have been", the more you realize how bad the alternative could have been. While I believe American Dog would have been the better movie over Bolt artistically, it wouldn't have been the better movie story wise, where it really matters. Part of me wants to be wrong, and that Chris Sanders could have made the plot work, but part of me also remembers that the Croods exists.

The main problem I have with American Dog's plot, from what is out there, is how much of it seems like Sanders throwing whatever he found cool or funny to the wall without thinking of how much matches together. The concept of a celebrity dog, going cross-country with two commoners and finding the truth about reality is a very strong one. I can even see it working with the more anthropomorphized animals American Dog brings, but once you throw in stuff like visiting area 51, zombie girl scouts, and radioactive animals, the more questionable the story becomes. If the overall message of American Dog was an environmental one, where at first the radiation seems to only have cartoony effects on the world, Such as making animals larger than they should be and rising the dead. Then over time you learn the serious effects it has and Henry must choose to either keep pretending the issues don't exist at Hollywood or stay in the real world and help the effort, then it could have been a great movie, better than Bolt. But if it had the same message as Bolt does, about appreciating the real world, then its dampened due to how supernatural the real world is in this movie's world, making the fake world Henry acted in look more normal and realistic in comparison.

I am still very interested in finding American Dog despite story issues, or else I wouldn't have spent so many hours researching this movie and reuploading this story wherever I could. But I am not expecting a masterpiece.

What now?

The next best thing to do, is look more into the credits of Bolt and see if any of the other animators not listed on the Lost Media Wiki's gallery page have anything related to American Dog saved in their portfolios. I suggest not to contact them, as mass contacting causes more pain than discovery more times than not, but it would be helpful to gain more images at least for now for more insight into the lost movie.

According to an interview with Chris Sanders, he is thinking of making a movie based on his Kiskaloo webcomic, so you may see the one-eyed cat star in a feature film in the future. Just like that cat would have oh-so many years ago.

Still, many wonder "what could have been" with American Dog. The chances of any future revival or release of the movie may seem low, but hey this random internet user can dream.

*The movie he is referring to is the first Twilight movie

#lost media #lost media wiki #animation #disney #disney animation #disney animated movies #lilo and stitch #chris sanders #dreamworks #dreamworks animation #Youtube #long post

[volumesilenzioso]

a me non piace guardare film, preferisco una bella serie tv, possibilmente una di quelle lunghissime che sembrano non finire mai ma al tempo stesso finiscono troppo presto. anyway, oggi, così di botto senza senso, ho visto due film di seguito, uno da sola e l’altro con mia sorella. con mia sorella ho visto hypnotic, quello del 2021 (?) che sta su netflix, e niente, se non l’avete visto e vi piacciono i thriller/horror vi stra consiglio di dargli una possibilità, se ve lo dice una che odia i film potete fidarvi!!

[silverstarfics]

Today’s @thunder-pride prompt is ‘join the club’. I am way too sleep deprived right now to plot anything so I just started writing without any plan and this is the result...

AO3 link

The island was suspiciously quiet with the exception of voices chattering from the television in the den. Alan poked his head around the door to spy someone face down on the couch, mostly buried beneath an instantly recognisable clownfish-patterned blanket. Gordon wasn’t his first choice of confidant but he was still better than no one and Alan had to talk to someone or he might actually spontaneously combust within the next ten minutes. Seriously, he was having a whole crisis here.

“Help,” he declared, rolling over the back of the couch. Gordon let out a vague oof as Alan jammed his heels into his brother’s ribs. “I’m a bi disaster.”

“Join the club,” Gordon mumbled into the cushions. He flung out an arm, twirling a hand in the general direction of the TV. “Look at them. I don’t know who I’m more jealous of. Like, I know it’s basically a requirement to be annoyingly attractive to work in Hollywood but come on. This couple is just unfairly hot. I can’t cope.”

Alan momentarily forgot his crisis as he squinted at the screen. “Dude. Are you watching a rom com?”

There was a slight pause.

“Shut up,” Gordon growled, fumbling for the remote. “Anyway, what’s your specific reason for being a disaster? More of a disaster than usual, I mean?”

“Oh, god.” Alan shifted to balance on the armrest. “Okay, so…” He clasped his hands together grandly and tried to sound calm and more like an actual functional human being. “Brandon asked me out.”

Gordon popped up from the blanket like a delighted meerkat. “This is a brand-new development! Wait, why is this an issue? I know you’re chronically socially awkward-”

“Thanks.”

“-and, like, embarrassingly nerdy. Also, you’re basically a toothpick.”

Alan snatched the pillow from behind Gordon’s back and whacked him in the face with it. The brief scuffle ended with them both hopelessly tangled in the clownfish blanket. Gordon shuffled upright and settled against the armrest whilst Alan flopped dramatically across the couch.

“I’m still waiting to hear how this is related to you being a disaster.” Gordon prodded Alan’s knees with one foot. “We like Brandon, don’t we?”

Alan wrinkled his nose. “This is not a we situation. In what way is this a we situation?”

“Well, it’s true. We both like the Bear, just in very different ways for very different reasons.” Gordon reached for his mostly flat coke and took a long slurp. “For example, I like Brandon because you can almost see Scott’s sanity degrading whenever the kid’s around. You like Brandon because you’re a hormonal teenager with no taste.”

Alan wriggled free of the blanket and clawed his way over the back of the couch. “I’m leaving.”

“What? No. Alan. Allie, c’mon. I was kidding.” Gordon made a wild flail for the back of Alan’s shirt, widening his eyes in a mock plea. “Don’t leave me. I’m so bored right now. I promise I’ll be serious.”

Alan crossed his arms. “Do you even know what that word means?”

“Hey! I can be serious on occasion.” Gordon propped his chin on the back of the couch with a heavy sigh. “Okay, fine. I’ll make you pizza rolls while you tell me all the gossip. Deal?”

“This feels like a trap.”

“Pizza rolls, my dude.”

“…Deal.”

The pizza rolls were stuffed at the very back of the freezer. Alan perched on the counter and made no attempt to help as he laughed at Gordon’s attempts to reach them. He had to practically crawl inside to retrieve the packet and yelped about hypothermia the entire time. Neither of them had the patience to wait for pizza rolls to defrost so turned the oven up to extreme and tossed them in anyway.

“So…?” Gordon slid onto a bar stool and waited expectantly. “You’re a disaster.”

“Is that a question or an observation?”

“Both.” Gordon cackled. “Ah, always both.”

Alan drew his feet up to sit cross-legged on the counter.

“Ew.” Gordon pelted him with a stray ice cube which had escaped the freezer. “Hygiene, man. We prep food on that surface. Get your grimy feet off it. Sit on a chair like a normal person.”

Alan shot him a pointed look. “When has anyone ever described me as normal?”

“Valid point.” Gordon cracked open a second soda and slid it across to him. “Speak, my young Padawan.”

Alan cradled the can between his hands, staring into the foaming bubbles as if they could tell him the secrets of life’s greatest mysteries. It took him a moment to find his voice.

“So, Brandon asked me on a date.”

“As we’ve established.”

“Which is great. Fantastic, even. I really like him… and that’s kind of the problem, because when I like someone I get nervous and when I get nervous I tend to…”

“Act like an insane person?”

“I either say nothing or I can’t stop rambling. It’s like… I can hear myself talking and I know I should stop but the words just keep coming. It gets worse and worse. And I’m sitting there thinking, oh my god, what is wrong with me? Shut up already. But I’m incapable. I actually can’t function as a human, Gords. It’s a problem.”

“Blame Scott. He’s the one who decided to home school you.”

“Home schooling really isn’t the issue.” Alan ran a thumb around the rim of his soda with a despondent sigh. “Just kill me. Kill me dead. Like dead, dead. Brandon’s gonna think I’m a total weirdo and dump me before we can even make it official and I’m never going to get another date so I’ll inevitably die alone. Should I get a cat? I feel like that would complete the image. Okay, so I need to get a cat. Can you get me a cat for my birthday? Wait, no, get me a cat for Christmas. That’s sooner.”

“Wow,” Gordon drawled.

“I know.” Alan tangled his hands in his hair. “See? I’m a disaster.”

Gordon didn’t even try to hide his laughter. “Yep. Pretty much. You’re right – you’re doomed.”

“Great talk, Gordon. Thanks. Really helpful.”

“Oh, shut up.” Gordon retrieved the tray of sizzling pizza rolls from the oven and dumped it on the counter. “Here. Pizza cures everything.”

“I’m gonna eat my body weight in pizza until it fills the void in my soul,” Alan declared solemnly, instantly dropping the first roll with a yelp. “Holy shit.”

“Hot?”

“Like lava.”

“Dumbass. Wait for them to cool.”

“Yeah, right.” Alan cautiously pinched the very edge of a pizza roll and tossed it into the air, catching it in his mouth like a circus act.

Gordon eyed him suspiciously. “You good?”

“Fine,” Alan squeaked, making grabby hands for the mostly melted ice cube which was still skidding around the counter. “I have so many regrets right now, but I’m fine.”

Several minutes passed in pained silence as they chose to ignore all advice and consumed the tray of pizza rolls regardless of the temperature. Gordon slouched over the counter and propped his chin in his hands to give Alan his full attention.

“I don’t get it,” he admitted. “You guys game together nearly every other day and you don’t freak out. What’s the difference?”

“We’re not face-to-face then.” Alan picked at the final pizza roll miserably. “Maybe I should wear my uniform. I don’t have this problem when I’m in my suit.”

“Okay, definitely don’t do that.” Gordon drummed a hand against the counter as he considered the issue which he totally didn’t find hilarious in the slightest. “Have you considered just… not caring?”

“I’m not you,” Alan muttered as if it were an insult. “I’ve tried not to care what people think of me but the problem is that I still do. I especially care what Brandon thinks. So. You know. Not exactly a solution.”

“No, no, I don’t mean…” Gordon reached across and flicked Alan’s knee, earning both a wounded look and his brother’s actual attention. “Brandon’s asked you out. That means he likes you. So, being your weird, nerdy little self? That might actually be a good thing. He’ll probably think it’s cute or some crap like that because he basically has heart eyes whenever he looks at you.”

Alan looked up hopefully. “Wait, really?”

“Uh, yeah. Ask anyone who’s ever seen you two interact. It’s disgusting. He’s all like, oh Alan, you’re super cool and you’re like, oh my god thanks but you’re way cooler. See? Disgusting.” Gordon paused to drain the rest of his drink. “Point is,” he continued, “He’s probably just as nervous as you are. Be yourself, carpe diem, whatever the hell, just… don’t overthink it.”

Alan twisted his hands together with a heavy sigh. “I can’t stop overthinking.”

“Okay, I’ll be serious for a second.” Gordon grimaced. “Yuck, I can’t believe I just said that. This a whole sacrifice, you know? Anyway…” He dropped the joking tone for something softer which turned his grin into a warm smile. “Don’t try to be someone you’re not, okay? Because who you are is pretty great and if Brandon can’t see that then he doesn’t deserve you.”

Alan faltered, taken aback. “Thanks.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Gordon faked a shudder. “Serious talk over. Time for the gory details! If your date goes well, there’s this trick with-”

Alan practically vaulted off the counter. “No, no, no, shut up! I can’t hear you! I’m leaving now! Bye!”

#i'm sure i have some very important thoughts about this fic #but i can't remember them #head empty #this is what happens when you accidentally stay up until 3am writing fanfic #you're dead the next day #anyway #hopefully this reads ok #thunderpride #thunderpride 2023 #thunderbirds are go

[elenavampire21]

Warning: full of smut, description of sex

Summary: Tom and you are both actors and one event Tom gets jealous of guy’s flirting with you. Tom then takes you somewhere and reminds you that he’s your husband and also a surprise anniversary

@worldofheroes @love2write2626 @helloitstsyu @elenavampire21

The candle that has never gone out

You and Tom were busy posing for photos and hearing the vast screams from the fans and photographers.

You headed over to speak to a few fans and sign autographs and have pictures.

One guy hands a photo and a ring box. “y/n can you sign this please and I want you to have this marry me you’d definitely do better than Tom.”

Tom was doing little interviews and glanced over at his wife and noticed she received a

Ring box and only hear the last bit of the conversation just his name.

Once you and Tom had finished doing interviews and chats both walked inside and to the bar he orders their drinks “can I have a beer and a large glass of red wine.” He passes your wine over and you both find a table.

Tom sits there in a mood and huffs when ever man walks past and flirts.

You politely smile and sip on your wine and glance over to a very moody Tom. You quietly laugh. “Oh my god Mr Cruise seriously you’re jealous of me being flirted on excuse me but how do you think I feel watching all those girls flirting over you.”

You shuffle to sit next to him and puts a hand on his thigh and squeezes it. “Why would I want anyone else when I’ve got a real life action packed right here.

Tom raises a brow and glares at you.

“Baby I know what you’re doing and this will not beat my argument I’m not breaking and letting you win this petty argument with sex just so you can say after I told you so”.

You look at Tom playfully hurt places a hand on her heart. “Ouch Mr Cruise how low do you actually think I’d be I’m not trying to make you break any argument.” You actually start crying.

Tom groans and rolls his eyes “y/n really I’m so not gonna fall for your fake crying seriously stop it” he turns to face you and notices it’s not fake crying but real he gently wraps you into a tight cuddle.

“Aww baby look I’m sorry really didn’t mean to make you cry please boo-boo I hate fighting”.

You face Tom and cheekily grin “haha got you bubba seriously you’re forgetting I’m an actress too I really did cry that hurt, listen please can we go back to our hotel room.

I actually really do want and need you”.

Tom looked around and noticed everyone was busy and distracted chatting and drinking. Tom gently grabs your arm and opens the door to a spare room with a couch .

you two get inside and Tom instantly locks it and gently pushes you down onto the couch and hitches your dress up pulls your panties off and shoved them into his trousers and he then unbuckles his trousers and boxers.

he rubs his cock against your pussy walls and then pushes it into you and thrusts his hips all that could be heard was skin on skin and you and Tom’s moans.

You grip hold of Tom’s shoulders and wraps your leg round his ass pulling him deeper in

You scream and moan “ugh ugh ahh ahh oh shit Tom I’m gonna cum baby I love you now fuck me fast I wanna cum together.”

Tom gives you his signature smirk and suddenly roughly jackhammers into your soaking wet folds and instantly both you and Tom release you warm liquid cum.

Tom pulls out of you and pulls you into his

Side and kisses your forehead. “Seriously sweetheart you are a very very naughty girl forcing sex out of my just wait until we’re back in the privacy of our hotel room I’m gonna eat you out so good you’ll be begging me for more might fuck you so hard you’ll struggle to walk at tomorrow’s tv interview.”

After your little quicky with Tom. The pair of you leave the spare room smirking and both arrive back at the room. Tom takes the key card and opens the door to reveal lots of tea light candles rose petals in the shape of a heart on the bed. Champagne on ice and your most favourite treat of all chocolate coated strawberries.

You walk in and stand looking at everything and is tearing up. “Tom did you do all of this wow you’re an amazing husband”.

Tom walked up and wraps arms around you and whispers “happy anniversary sweetheart you honestly thought I’d forget the amazing day I married a princess.”

You look up still in Tom’s cuddle “yeah because for the past month you’ve been busy filming or away doing some hair brain stunt that I became aware you’d literally forgotten you had a wife, but happy anniversary too my hottie”

Tom takes your hand and walks you over to the bed and brushes the rose petals off the bed sits with his back to the headboard and you snuggle into him and he feeds you a chocolate covered strawberry and then kisses you after.

You smile and lays your head on his shoulder and imagines their wedding day and the frisky wild and interesting sex giggles. Tom looks down and twirls a strand of hair. “Ehm excuse me darling what got you all giggling.”

“Oh it’s nothing inappropriate just thinking back about our wedding and the amazing and interesting honeymoon we had remember the balcony that was naughty.” You look up at tom blushing

Tom stays quiet and instantly chuckles “oh god that was one of the best honeymoon’s ever and our wedding was perfect and yes naught girl I definitely do remember the balcony if I am reminded you were the one who wanted to ride me out in the open and you didn’t care about the other residents or guests you literally screamed TOM CRUISE YOU BETTER FUCK ME NOW”.

[unwelcome-ozian]

Hi guys! Weekly funny… what kind of music do killer whales like?

Orca-stra music

I hope you have a wonderful and peaceful week ahead. Take care,

That’s great. Thank you!

What's a cat's favourite TV show? Claw and Order.

I hope you have a splendid week. Thank you for thinking of us, it brightens our day.

Warmly, Oz/Ozzie

#answers to questions #weekly joke #weekly funny #joke

[90363462]

Disney Shocker: Bob Iger Returning as CEO, Bob Chapek Exits

Disney's board of directors said that Iger "has agreed to serve as Disney’s CEO for two years, with a mandate from the Board to set the strategic direction for renewed growth" and to identify a successor.

Alex Weprin

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In a stunning turn of events, The Walt Disney Co. says that Bob Chapek will step down as CEO, with Bob Iger returning to lead the company.

Disney’s board of directors announced the decision Sunday night. 

“We thank Bob Chapek for his service to Disney over his long career, including navigating the company through the unprecedented challenges of the pandemic,” said Susan Arnold, chairman of the board, in a statement. “The Board has concluded that as Disney embarks on an increasingly complex period of industry transformation, Bob Iger is uniquely situated to lead the Company through this pivotal period.”

Chapek had just signed a new multi-year contract in June.

Iger even acknowledged in an email to Disney employees Sunday that he is returning “with an incredible sense of gratitude and humility — and, I must admit, a bit of amazement.”

While Iger will be returning to his old role, the board also made it clear that his new term will be a temporary one.

Iger “has agreed to serve as Disney’s CEO for two years, with a mandate from the Board to set the strategic direction for renewed growth and to work closely with the Board in developing a successor to lead the Company at the completion of his term,” the board said.

Iger stepped aside as CEO in February 2020, handing the reins to Chapek, who previously led the company’s theme parks and consumer products division. He continued to serve as executive chairman of the company, stepping down from that position just 11 months ago.

Of course, as Arnold noted in her statement, the novel coronavirus pandemic took its toll on the company, shutting its theme parks and cruise ships, and stopping almost all film and TV productions. It also, however, turbocharged streaming growth, with Chapek leaning into streaming by reorganizing the company to focus on digital.

But his tenure has also been rocky, marked with controversies and distractions. From the aggressive campaign against Marvel star Scarlett Johansson that resulted in a settlement over pay for Black Widow, to Disney’s response (or lack thereof) to Florida’s so-called “Don’t Say Gay” bill, Chapek has had to deal with a wide array of public misfires during his relatively brief tenure atop the company.

“I am extremely optimistic for the future of this great company and thrilled to be asked by the Board to return as its CEO,” Iger said in a statement. “Disney and its incomparable brands and franchises hold a special place in the hearts of so many people around the globe—most especially in the hearts of our employees, whose dedication to this company and its mission is an inspiration. I am deeply honored to be asked to again lead this remarkable team, with a clear mission focused on creative excellence to inspire generations through unrivaled, bold storytelling.” 

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[chiamami-daisy]

cmq sono stra super incavolata dall'invidia perchè mi sono resa conto che non sono divertente, non sono cool, non ho amiche strettissime del fandom con cui travel the world, che non ho mai visto i tv per questo motivo e perché ho l'ansia e questa cosa non mi va giù. per non parlare del fatto che le fp su ig non mi informano di niente riapetto a tw e non so chi seguire lol