#HELP I NEED HIM

[zevrra]

“please,” a strong male’s voice pathetically cries for you. “let me touch you. i’m sorry, i’ll be good, promise.” he pleads with a whimper.

“no jayce. you can only watch.” you hum, gripping onto jayce’s broad shoulders as you straddle a single one of his thighs. you wore nothing but jayce’s tie. something you had stolen from him the minute he walked through the door. staying too late out at the lab, trying to solve whatever equation he had been working on. but you didn’t care, he broke curfew. he was in trouble.

you drag your wet cunt across the thick of jayce’s thigh, groaning heavily as you smear slick right across the fabric of his pants. you leave a trail of your wetness along his dark pants as a reminder that he broke curfew. and now with you getting off on just his thigh, ordering him not to touch you, he remembers how he’s come home way too late.

jayce tenses as he watches you grind against his thigh, as if he could take his eyes off of you, another whine leaves his lips. watching while your hips roll forward once more, gripping the chair (the one you forced him to sit in) for dear life. restraining every ounce of his entire being from touching you. “please,” he begs again. “you’re soaking wet! please—ah—let me touch you. i’ll be good! please, i won’t be late ever again, please.”

“so eager to fuck me now but not eager enough to come home on time, tsk, tsk.” you scold, a soft groan leaving your lips as you press your cunt back onto his thigh. making sure to drag your core as slowly as you possibly could against him; solely so he could feel how truly wet you were. “you love this anyway. look at how hard you are pretty boy.” you hum, glancing down where his pants restrain him. his bulge was massive, tenting up strong and proud against the brown pants he regularly wore.

he tries to speak again but you interrupt him with another thrust of your hips. now picking up your pace to silence his tongue. slamming, rolling, smearing your dripping pussy across his thigh again and again; staining his pants oh so throughly. and it made you smile with the way jayce tensed up again. watching with a close eye on how your cunt dragged across his leg but never moving to touch you…because you said so. he almost hated it but, no, he really did in fact love it. seeing as a large pool of his own precum was beginning to stain the front of his pants; that was proof enough of his enjoyment.

and you surely wanted to keep teasing him but your orgasm was rising too fast. turning your head into a mushy state with the only thought being to seek your end to your delightful high. so you did just that, jayce’s name rings from your lips as you move quicker, push yourself hard down against his thigh. moans bubble up as you lose yourself in the pleasure of his leg, gripping his shoulders now for dear life. “mmph! coming, i’m coming!” your cry echoes loudly as your orgasm finally takes over you. lightning surges through every inch of your body, forcing your hips to jerk with every wave of your climax; your slick further coating his thigh.

but as you’re coming down from your little high, you’re quick to notice jayce trembles under your touch. his head hangs low while he breathes ragged, desperate breaths. and that’s when you notice— jayce has cum as well. right through his pants. at just the sight of you and the occasional bump of your knee against his tented cock, but never once touching himself.

“‘m sorry…i tried to hold back but…so hot ugh.” jayce admits, a needy whimper slipping from his lips as he tries to catch his breath and collect his thoughts.

suddenly you’re soaking wet all over again, dripping onto his thigh with a new found force of your own eagerness and need, but this time; you’d give the good boy a reward for behaving so well.

[possum-does-stuff]

Weird man of the month

[trhixy]

me knowing i’ll never bag Luigi Mangione

[slut4jackles]

blah blah blah..proper names..

[donotadoptme]

A relationship w Aaron Z. but it looks like this part of this song🙏

[zweig-eater]

petition to just cast josh o’connor in everything

[kochei0]

I turn to Ares.

Thanks to Tyler Miles Lockett who allowed me to draw inspiration from his ARES piece for page 2! Look at his etsy page it's SICK

⚔️ If you want to read some queer retelling of arturian legends have a look at my webtoon

[batcavescolony]

Katniss is such an unreliable narrator. She says "Then something unexpected happens. At least, I don't expect it because I don't think of District 12 as a place that cares about me" girl you deliver strawberries to the Mayor, you hunt and trade for the district, when you fell at Prim being chosen someone caught you, when you went to Prim people parted for you, when you volunteered EVERYONE stopped. Idk how to tell you but I think you're a pillar of the community.

[nonsensethoughtz]

his dorky personality and queer vibes have left me no choice but to be completely enamored and entranced

[derangedchameleon]

I was about to write: I love the fact that Katniss‘ first reaction to Haymitch‘s absolutely traumatising story is „You need some goose eggs. Goose eggs will help.“

And then I realised… She‘s mimicking Peeta. Peeta comes back to 12 and the first thing he does is plant primroses. And somehow… that helped her. So she‘s doing the same thing for Haymitch.

[tempo-takoyaki]

In honor of my "gege am i ugly" post getting over 10k notes, here's a "san lang am i ugly" version of it. Featuring: how I'm picturing Hua Cheng 90% of the time.

[jay-wasstuff]

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Bonus: the old man (+insp)

[themintman]

He's doing his best okay.

[c-rowlesdraws]

Ratatouille would have been a better and potentially much more interesting story if Remy had partnered with Collette instead of Linguini. Two underdogs with talent and passion forced to maintain a dangerous ruse. Fiercely independent Collette giving up temporary control of her body to a creature who, despite the insanity of a rat wanting to cook professionally, she can relate to on a personal level and who she does want to teach. The inner conflict of wondering if Remy’s growing talents are eclipsing her own, if the praise their food is earning belongs more to him than to her. Her guilt over feeling resentment and jealousy towards this little guy who wouldn’t have a hope of realizing his talents if not for her trust and protection. Both of them unraveling the mystery of that sweet but bumbling kitchen boy with the obvious crush on Collette being Gusteau’s secret son, and working together to thwart the new evil owner’s plans to stop Linguini from claiming his birthright. The message of the movie not being this weird, almost smug “some people are born with talent, some people aren’t, and that’s how being a ~great artist~ works”, but something more like, “if you have a dream, you deserve to pursue it, and be supported and encouraged in your pursuit of it, even if other people tell you that, because of some intrinsic aspect of yourself or the circumstances you were born in (like being a human woman in the restaurant industry, or being a literal rat), you have no place pursuing this dream. Also, raw talent can only get you so far, and skill and passion existing in the right balance is key.” I’ve been thinking about this for seventeen years. I’m breaking my silence

[quasi-normalcy]

It's a bit tepid and a bit late, but at this point I welcome any support from British celebrities of a certain age.

[hinamie]

happy gojoday to all who celebrate