The Devil All The Time Summed Up In 2 Sentences:

The “Devil All the Time” summed up in 2 sentences:

1. A whole bunch of British actors pretending to be American and...

2. Arvin Russell, either having an incredibly good shot or is just stupid lucky...idk you tell me

Good film, I watched it twice soooo I must’ve liked it.

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Honestly it’s all fun and games until November 2020 when we will officially be without One Direction for as long as we had them in the first place

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enemies to lovers au

story summary: Tom and you have been sworn enemies since you were young. However you happened to be best friends with the twins. When one of your friends challenged you to break Tom’s heart, you immediately accepted to get back at him for all the times he’s hurt you. Old feelings might come back, while both of you try to go past your pride and your lies. 

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Hey! If it’s not a bother, please could you write an blurb where Tom and the reader are best friends and one day they’re making brownies in the kitchen. Things are all cute and light and as a joke, Tom playfully spanks the reader as she walks past him to get something from the cupboard. She accidentally moans because it’s her kink and that turns him on and then she and Tom end up fucking in the kitchen

it’s smutty sunday, my dudes

okay i absolutely adored writing this!!! and it made me really want brownies. and also to get f*cked in a kitchen am i allowed to say that on here

smut below the cut! 18+ only please :)

“Okay, it says we still need eggs and chocolate chips,” Your best friend Tom reads off the recipe to you as he mixes the batter together, watching you come back from preheating the oven. 

“You’re on egg duty, I’ll get the chips!” you squeal.

“You sound way too excited.”

“So I love brownies. Sue me.”

Tom chuckled at you as he got the eggs and lined them up on the counter, but his face fell when he saw you turn around from the cabinet disappointed.

“What is it?”

“I can’t find the chips,” you frowned.

“Do we really need them?” Tom stuck his finger into the mixing bowl and started to lick the batter off of it.

“Uh, yes, you dummy- hey, get your hands outta there!” You slapped him on the shoulder and stood shocked as he dunked the same hand back in the bowl.

“You monster.”

“Here, y/n, just try it,” he moved his finger to your mouth, and you begrudgingly took it, sucking the chocolate off without breaking eye contact. He grinned at the sheer sexuality of the whole thing.

“Okay, that is really good.”

“See, it’s fine without the chips.” Tom started to chuckle as he looked at you with an amused expression.

“What is it?”

“You’ve got a little-” he motioned to his own mouth, “chocolate.” You felt your face flush as he used his thumb to swipe away the batter coating your upper lip. 

“Well I’m gonna look again,” you said, shuffling to a cabinet and peering in for the chocolate chips. A moment later-

“Found them!”

“Nice, babe,” Tom cheered, for the first time ever going to smack your butt as you whisked by him again. You always just put him in such a good mood.

As his hand came in contact with your backside you involuntarily let out a soft mmmm sound, halting movement immediately and eyes going wide as you heard it come out. Tom deadpanned at you and pursed his lips together, one eyebrow raised way high above the other.

“Uh, y/n, what was that?”

“Wha- nothing, I don’t know what you’re talking about-”

He looked around confused and landed his eyes back on you.

“Coulda sworn I heard a moan come from somewhere...”

You were sure your face was as red as the sun and you started giggling incessantly, unable to look him in the eyes.

Tom made a realization. “Woah, are you into that?!” more laughing, more blushing. “Oh my god, you have a spanking thing.” His expression changed from wonder to sudden intrigue.

“Nuh-uh,” you said, but you knew he was already onto you. You two were best friends—you knew how to read each other like an open book.

“Okay, well then you won’t mind if I-” Tom’s hand met your butt again and your eyes flittered as you bit your lip without meaning to. He saw every ounce of it.

“Holy shit. You do.” 

You turned around to face him and noticed he had gotten much closer, taking a serious interest in your lips. “That’s...pretty hot.” You looked into his suddenly lustful eyes and closed yours, moving into him to invite him to kiss you, which he did quite happily. It turned into a heated makeout session quick, neither of you realizing until now how badly you had wanted this for so long. He made it a point to grab your ass and squeeze hard every minute or so, each time leading up to a piece of clothing coming off. Before you knew it, you were only in a t-shirt with no panties, and he was down to his boxers, still in the middle of the kitchen.

Tom’s hands kneaded your hips and butt as he softened his voice to speak again. “y/n, is this something you want?”

You looped your hand around his neck to pull him close and kiss him again, feeling him smile underneath your lips.

“Very much, Tommy.”

He hoisted you onto the counter so your hips were level with one another, and you sat back on the countertop, tugging at the tops of his shorts and finally getting them down to the floor.

“Come here,” you purred, motioning with your finger for him to move closer, and you dipped it into the bowl of brownie batter next to you. You held out your finger right in front of your mouth, and he moved his face to yours, slowly sucking it off, unblinking. He pulled your hips towards the edge of the counter and leaned over you so your noses were touching, both of you full of excited nerves and adrenaline at finally moving beyond friendship. You whispered onto his lips, “show me what I’ve been missing out on.”

He felt a riptide course through his body at your words and sank himself into you, making you both quiver in each other’s grasp at reaching this new level of closeness. He crazily clawed at your hips and ass coming off the counter as he thrusted in and out of you, having you trying to stifle back audible moans but failing miserably. You got brownie batter on his back as you tried to pull him closer to you; to feel him even more, and you couldn’t stop kissing each other, trying to turn an act of pure passion into something sweet.

“Tommy, oh my god-”

“Christ, sweetheart, you’re amazing-”

“I love you s-so much-”

“I love you too-”

He had you up in the clouds, your whole body trembling, and you kissed him with force as you came together, sputtering each other’s names and variations of i-love-you’s as you slowly fell from your highs.

You sat on the counter as he stood over you, still breathing into each other’s faces, but nothing but smiles painting your expressions. 

“That was...wow. You’ve had that just hiding away all this time and didn’t think to tell me?!” you giggled at him.

“Better late than never, right?” He leaned over to kiss your forehead, then your cheek, then your nose, nuzzling it with his own.

“Speaking of batter,” you said, Tom returning your pun with the biggest eye roll, “do you think we should finish making these brownies?”

He grinned at you. “Duh.”

You went to rest your arms back on the counter, still alight with the feeling of Tom inside you, but were jolted into cognizance as you heard two loud cracks and felt something slimy coat your hands.

“What the-?!” you bolted upright and brought your hands in front of your face.

Tom gasped loudly. “Oh shit, the eggs!”