Get you dancing with the devil - So I had an anon last night that wanted me to write a certain scenario. It was “Prompt: So you get to finally have sex with Tom how do you think it would go?” So I’m going to write this because lol I’m not as smooth as I like to think. -- No way, no fucking way. This was not happening right now. I pinched the inside of my arm. Ow! Fuck it was happening. How? How the fuck was I even standing there. I tried to retrace the events that lead up to this but it didn’t add up. Yeah, when I had gone to the film set I had the expectation of getting a picture with him an autograph and of course I tried to look as cute as I could without looking like I was trying to hard but I didn’t think it would work. Tom had looked at me with that smile that I had seen time and time again in pictures and interviews. He made me nervous, with that penetrating stare when he leaned down and whispered in my ear. “My trailer I’ll meet you there in a few?” he said, and my gut dropped. He was so forward, far from the humble man that the fangirls wanted to believe he was. He had seen something he wanted, and he going to have it because he knew he …show more content…
“I’m just very tight down there—I don’t know why but sometimes it hurts so please..” he smiled before pulling his tee-shirt off. I stopped speaking as I looked at him. Fuck, he really needed to me shirtless more often. He was perfectly tone, my eyes dropped to the V lines that lead down to his crotch. “God damn…” I whispered before I could stop myself. Tom smiled at me “Well thank you.” He smirked before putting his hand back between my legs. “And don’t worry, I won’t hurt you…” he rubbed my clit causing me to buck. “Unless…you’re into that.” he uttered darkly, he had idea kinks I had but I didn’t want to freak him out by even telling him. He slipped two fingers inside of me and I bit my lip and had to grab at the bed sheets. Tom’s eyes widened and a surprised smile came to his
I also don't own the idea, it was requested to me by the wonderful Amanda. Thank you so much! I hope I did this idea justice.
Seeing the look on the boys face made him chuckle. He knew he was falling for him, but sitting here and talking to him, made his feeling seem all the more real.
At the same time: Snap-Whoosh-Growl-Snap-Whoosh-Growl! Return with a fierceness, causing the rest of the men to separate into two groups with some moving to the left in search of the origin of the beastly sounds and the others moving to the right, combining their numbers with those searching for their missing brethren, while Gottlieb stays behind.
Irving satirizes objects and attributes that often have scary connotations to make “The Devil and Tom Walker” a mildly humorous tale by allowing his character to enter unnerving locations with conviction, making light of horrific events and notions in history, and approaching negative character traits with a sarcastic tone. Without this methodology, Tom’s encounter with the devil would entrench readers in trepidation, making it a less enjoyable read. This writer uses his talent to make the damnation of a soul a gratifying experience to
Have you ever sold your soul to the Devil in the woods? Well I haven’t either, but Tom Walker did in the story The Devil and Tom Walker written by Washington Irving. The story takes place in New England around 1720. Tom lives in an unhappy marriage with his wife when he meets the Devil. Tom ends up making a dangerous deal with the Devil. Later, Tom realizes his mistake and tries to cheat the Devil. This story shows the weak minded and greedy attitudes that people had at this time. This paper will discuss how this story show that by first discussing the characters, second the plot, and finally the effects in the story.
The Devil and Tom Walker is a short story about a man named Tom Walker who encounters the devil. Tom walker is a stingy man who has a failing marriage. One day in the forest the devil appears before him after kicking an old indian skull. The Devil offers wealth and fortune in exchange for his soul. Tom doesn't accept the offer at first. Later on Tom does in fact accept the deal, ultimately regretting his decision. This story is an excellent example of romanticism due to the “Focus on self and individual” element.
I'm on the run from a man I don't really know. He keeps following me and it's kinda scary. He looks kinda crooked but he dressed very nice. Maybe he's a stalker. Wait I have a stalker. This is not okay I need to run and hide before he hurts me. Why won't this man just leave me alone. I don't like him and I can't stand to see him. I fear this man that is following me. How do I get away. Maybe if I run around in circles he will leave. Silly me how would that help me will just get dizzy. The man that is following me has a brief case. What is inside of this brief case. Maybe there are tools that can kill me but wait if he wanted to kill me he would of done it already. The man I keep running from is still following me I have been able to find a
When there is an only child all the attention is on him and when there is someone else who pops in and takes all the attention away from that child it is human nature to feel jealous and angry. If someone does not suppress these emotions they may end up doing something against their morals. David had lost his mother and only had his father left with him, but when David's father remarried and had a child named Georgie his attention went slightly away from David which made him jealous and angry at his new family.The Crooked man takes this feeling of jealousy and angry and tries to turn them into hate. The Crooked man says that his family back in the other world does not love him and is happy without him. He says that if you live in your world “...
My left foot was on the ground and my right foot was on the side of a stranger’s car, while I waited for Draven to open his car.
“In “The Devil and Tom Walker,” set in New England in the early 1700s, a narrator relates a story he has heard about a local man’s dealings with the devil (Wilson, Kathleen).” This statement shows a brief overview of the short story about Tom Walker and the Devil. After Tom makes a deal with the devil he attempts to cheat the devil by attending church in hope that it will save his soul. "When Tom grows old, he begins to worry about the terms of his deal with the devil and suddenly becomes a “violent church-goer” in an effort to cheat the devil out of receiving his soul (Wilson, Kathleen).” In his old age he starts to come to a realization that he is doomed to fall into the Devil’s hands and tries to slip his way out of their deal. Tom’s efforts are in vain as the Devil still comes for his rotted soul in the end. ” Nevertheless, one morning the devil conies calling and instantly whisks Tom away on a black horse in the midst of a thunderstorm to the Indian fort in the woods, never to be seen again (Wilson, Kathleen).” Tom is eventually taken away by the Devil and is never seen again. In the forest his tree rotted to the core signaling the end of Tom
I walked through the dead forest. Fire burnt on limbs of trees, never even flickered. My bare feet were making crunching sounds that messed with the crackling of the fires, burning along the trail. This was the most depressing place I’ve ever been. I’ve been counting every day since we made the deal over the pomegranate seeds.
The harsh bite of the water sends shivers through my entire body, I continue walking in an almost robotic fashion, one foot in front of the other.
I need a title When I first met my best friend, I thought he was something sent by the devil. Two of my closest friends claimed that he was awful, cruel, and the worst person they had ever met. Using my common sense, I stayed away; I never talked to him and I rarely even made eye contact with him. One night, though, as all of my friends were inside getting snacks and socializing, I lay outside alone and stargazed, in excruciating pain from a migraine. I was fine, although I will admit a bit lonely.
My father became a born-again Christian in about 2011. Up until recently he would drag me to that loony bin and make me watch the grueling two and a half hour services every weekend he had me. I hated it. I hated those people, the blasting music, the fake smiles and praise Jesus hallelujahs. No matter how much he tried to make me participate no matter how much he told me I would go to hell, I refused.