#dearest anon.◇

[chosonie]

If you receive this, you make somebody happy! Go on anon (or not) and send this to ten of your followers who make you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up. If you get one back, even better! 🩷🩷🩷

I'm late to this but thank you anon! ♡♡♡

[leeknow-thoughts]

PLEASE MAKE ANOTHER DILF CHAN HEADCANNONS WE’RE STARVED 😔🙏💔

guys I got so carried away here bc it's dilf skz and yeah yadayadayada anyways enjoy dilf Chris bc he's a daddy in more than one way 🙏🙏

DILF!CHRIS who has two twin daughters from a past relationship

DILF!CHRIS who was a teen dad, now in his late twenties

DILF!CHRIS who co-owns one of the most famous entertainment companies in the world, Stray Entertainment

DILF!CHRIS who struggles with being a dad and work, and decides he desperately needs a live-in babysitter

DILF!CHRIS who hires you to babysit his girls full time, letting you move in with his family

DILF!CHRIS who pays you more than just well. handing you at least 2.5k a week just for taking care of his sweet girls

DILF!CHRIS who ends up falling for you pretty easily

DILF!CHRIS who can't help it when you wear a pair of mom jeans and a cute little tank top

DILF!CHRIS who ogles at your boobs when you bend over to grab things

DILF!CHRIS who stays up late just so he can see you in your skimpy little pajamas after you shower

DILF!CHRIS who gets hard when he thinks of you having a baby - more specifically his baby

DILF!CHRIS who hears you masturbating and moaning his name

DILF!CHRIS who immediately bursts into your room, his fat cock straining in his sweatpants when he sees you lithe on the bed, cute cunt on display just for him

DILF!CHRIS who breeds your cunt that night, fucking you all night long

DILF!CHRIS who proposes when he sees those two faint pink lines on a pregnancy test

DILF!CHRIS who marries you when you're 7 months pregnant with his third baby

DILF!CHRIS who fucks you in the recording studio if you ask nicely

DILF!CHRIS who cries when his son is born, completely enamored with the fact that he gets to be a dad again

DILF!CHRIS who gets so hard seeing your plump mommy body, fat tits, stretch marks, and that c-section scar

DILF!CHRIS who brags about how hot you are to his best friends

DILF!CHRIS who gently eats your cunt after long days

DILF!CHRIS who as soon as his kids are asleep is pulling you into bed so he can stuff you with his cock

DILF!CHRIS who can't resist cumming inside you

DILF!CHRIS who is obsessed with seeing the bulge of his cock in your tummy

DILF!CHRIS who can't help but fuck one more baby into you

DILF!CHRIS who didn't expect for him to get you pregnant with a set of twins

DILF!CHRIS who just falls more and more in love with you everyday

[lxvvie]

A relationship with Keegan would consist of the following:

Keegan wondering how the hell he managed to get you to be with him. This was after the relationship was made official.

Keegan absolutely having a pet name for you. You just don't know it. Yet. And it's mushy as hell, too.

Him being a lot more touchy-feely with you in the comfort of your own abode than in public.

To piggyback off that last point, people will never know it but he'd feel absolutely touched-starved when he's away from you, especially for long periods of time.

Realizing Keegan is more sentimental than you thought. There are moments where he feels tongue-tied and can't exactly voice how he feels so the next best thing is to text them to you. Randomly. Throughout the day. Feels good, huh?

Witnessing the spectacle that is Drunk Keegan profess his love and be all over you. Or Keegan staring into your soul and telling you he loves you. Or Keegan going to hold you but completely missing the mark and keeling over.

Getting him to try new things with you, whatever they may be. He's so adorable when he's bumbling along.

Dressing up as Keegan for Halloween once and he doesn't know if he should be impressed that you got it right or mortified... that you got it right lmao. Does he really act and sound like that?

Going to fairs and amusement parks for the express purpose of using Keegan to win stuffed animals.

Getting him hip to your skincare regimen, made especially so because his line of work can be hard on the skin and double-cleansing gets all the dirt out, okay?

Keegan practically bear-hugging you as soon as he gets home. Loves to bury his face into the crook of your neck, too, because your scent is comforting to him.

Never finding out what the P stands for so you make a game out of changing the name every time. The latest one is Penelope.

Booping his nose randomly. Just 'cause. And because he scrunches it up so cutely when you do so.

Loving the way he melts into you when you hug him from behind.

[willowser]

you don't know how much comfort your dragon king bkg drabble has given me ever since you posted it!! i keep reading it i love it sm 🥹

as it turns out, the man bakugou is — a bit harder to handle.

he sleeps like a heathen; you once thought the dragon bakugou to be a bit lazy, with how often he tended to curl up in the fields of grass, warm under the sun, but now — it would seem his little human form needs significantly less rest.

almost up all hours of the day, and when he does finally lay down, he's everywhere. a mess of limbs: one thrown carelessly out to the side and the other bent at an angle you can't believe doesn't hurt his joints. his head stays tucked into you somehow, either buried in your neck or pressed against your ribs — or you'll wake to find him nose-to-nose with you. he still snores like a dragon, however.

you're also beginning to wonder if there is a bottom to the pit of his stomach. he ate much before, whole fields of things, but you expected that appetite to dwindle, at least a little, now that his stomach has decreased considerably in size. and in number ? you're not even sure how many stomachs a dragon has; that's not something that was mentioned in the fairytales.

it burns through him quickly, gives him more energy than he needs, and it doesn't ever seem to affect his weight much. already, he's huge and thick with muscle and eating as much as he does never dulls the severity of his cut abdomen. not that you're looking all that much.

— not that you have a choice not to, as he seems to have little-to-no understanding of —

the door to the bathhouse kicks open, with enough force that you already know who it is without ever turning to look. you try not to shriek when you see him, because he seems to like that in some evil, impish way.

you've been alone to wash so far, thankfully, as the inn you'd managed to find was small and far enough out from the nearest kingdom that the occupancy was low — enough for you and your little brute.

the man bakugou comes to stand in front of the bath, blinking and huffing against the steam. finding clothes for him was — nearly impossible, and so the trousers you'd found hanging on someone's line outside fit above his ankles, a bit too tight around his waist. instead of a shirt, you've wrapped him in a scratchy linen, swaddled him up like a baby to cover the small smattering of scales that decorate his body, almost like freckles from the sun, though they gleam just as bright and red as they ever have. no matter his form.

a horn has started to sprout, on the right side of his forehead, and you've done your best to cover that, too.

you have no idea how long this man thing will last. if it's permanent or if he even has control over it. the last thing you need is for him to switch back, somehow, while you're in the middle of feeding him, absolutely demolishing whatever tavern you're in and calling all of king todoroki's guards to attention.

bakugou grunts, almost sleepy, and tosses a fat, weighty sack onto the edge of the bath. it jingles a certain jingle that makes your heart stop.

"oh, allfather—" you move for the edge, awkwardly keeping one arm against your chest despite the fact that he's seen it all by now. when you peek inside and confirm your fears, you lob it back to him furiously, as if it were a steaming potato. "where do you keep getting this stuff?"

things have started to turn up, miraculously. shiny things — like coins and rings and gems. things he could not have simply found rolling around in the dirt.

"go put it back!" you hiss at him, and the tone of your voice makes his frown deepen. you never realized how pouty he was, when he was still a dragon.

you think he understands you, and you're pretty certain he just chooses not to listen; instead of doing what you've told him in the slightest, he simply dumps the coin-purse to the floor, and then lets his linen and stolen trousers cover it as he unceremoniously undresses.

the biggest issue that you would say the man bakugou poses is — his complete lack of understanding of personal space.

"bakugou!" your voice wavers, shocked again by his nakedness. as if you haven't seen it all by now. "no, you — get out!"

but he does the exact opposite, which is hop into the steaming water, ignoring the arm you hold out to keep him away as he saddles up beside you. skin against scales, pressing a nose into your hair to huff out his annoyance, to make it something you can feel.

if anyone were to walk in right now, they would — probably think the lie you'd told the innkeeper was true. that you are a simple traveler and this is your mute, over-sized husband.

regardless, you think this behavior isn't polite. especially in a public bathhouse.

"bakugou," you try again, turning your face away as you speak to the wood-paneled wall. "i'm taking a bath, you have to wait your turn."

all you receive in response is another huff against your ear and a low rumble of disagreement from his chest.

he has yet to speak back, and has only used inhuman sounds as his points of conversation. the only word you've ever heard him utter is oi, which he does when he really thinks he needs your attention. you're starting to wonder if he's named you that in his head. oi.

curiously, you turn back to him and the movement has him pulling his face from your hair, just enough that he can look down at you, too. watch you, with the red-rippled sea in his eyes.

they're — amazing, you will admit. just as bright and detailed as they always have been. fit for a fairytale told by the fire, veiled by the soft-ash of his lashes. he watches you through them, half-lidded, and you wonder if it's something other than fatigue that has them so heavy.

"do you know what i'm saying?" you ask quietly, voice lacking the firm heat you want it to. instead it's heavy, too, weighted by something soft and unfamiliar and frightening. "can you even understand me?"

bakugou doesn't respond, not with a huff or a rumble or ever a purr, like the one he let out on the night he lay over you by the lake. you've only heard it sparingly since then, oftentimes in his sleep when his face is pressed into you.

you try not to frown at his silence, try not to let it disappoint you because it shouldn't; he's a dragon afterall, and you're not sure what it matters. the little horn protruding from his forehead catches your eye and you reach up to touch it gently, watching him blink away the water that drips from your wrist — and then he's turning into you again, too close.

beneath the water, you feel his hands skate up your bare thighs, wrap around your waist until your chest is pulled flush against his. you feel his huff, again, against the damp skin of your neck but it's slower, lighter. not laced with his frustration. some unknown thing you feel guilty for liking.

you drop your hand to his hair, rushing full force into all the damned things you've thought about doing but have been too afraid to. he's soft between your fingers, and you trace your nails lightly against his scalp until he groans quietly; a new noise, one you don't know how to translate.

your fingers stop when they brush upon little spines that have grown at the base of his skull, that have started to trail down the center of his back.

suddenly, tangled up in the bath with him, you wonder how much time you have left.

bakugou huffs again into your skin, a little fiercer this time, and it's because of his light jostling that you realize how rigid you've gone. you try to relax so that he will, too, though you must not do a convincing job, because a sharp nip comes to your earlobe.

"ow!" you squeal, but he doesn't let you go far, not even as you try to jerk away from him. in fact, the harder you try the more his teeth show: into your cheek and the point of your jaw and then dangerously low on your neck.

it's not until you finally freeze that he stops, huffing again, with a warmth that burns more than the steaming water.

and then, very quietly, he grumbles, "shitty wife," into your collarbone, just before biting you again.

[giftedkidburnout-culture-is]

gifted kid burnout culture is going between "this is too easy, i'm bored" and panicked screaming every 6 hours

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[lillyspeakz]

Wilbur denying your orgasm? Tehe…

ok I won’t do a full fledge fic rn but I do have thoughts 🤭 if you want a full fic, request are open!

Warnings: mean!wilbur, degradation, kissing, soft!wil, denying orgasms, a little bit of sadistic wil, mentions of female anatomy.

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- This man loves to deny you whenever you ask to cum. He loves the pained look in your eyes when he says ‘no.’ Call him a sadist but it turns him on when you writhe beneath him from overstimulation and need as you clench around him, your body practically begging for him to let you cum.

- You can beg and whine all you want but it won’t work.

“Wil- please please! Let me cum. I’ve been so- so fucking good!” You practically moan out as your body aches with need as he continues his work on you.

Wil chuckles a bit, loving how pathetic you sound begging and whining to him. He keeps his antics up for a big longer, pushing you to the very edge then-

“Fuck- no! No no! Wil please! Please let me cum, I was so close!”

“Too bad darling, you didn’t beg hard enough.” Wil smiles at you as he placed his fingers back on your clit.

- Loves to deny you when he’s eating you out or fingering you, gives him more time to devour you.

“Fuck, taste so good sweetheart.”

“Wil please- I’m gonna cum-“

“Aww you think you’re allowed to cum? Not until I say baby, and that won’t be I’m satisfied with my work.”

- laughs at you when you cuss him out after denying you.

“Fuck you, I fucking hate you.” You whine pathetically as your chest rises and falls.

Wil quickly scoffed at you as he took your face in his hands. “Say that again and you won’t cum once tonight. I’ll just use you for my pleasure. And you know you fucking love me and you love when I make you writhe like a bitch in heat, so don’t say shit you don’t mean.”

- you guys discuss safe words and check in’s before every time, it’s a routine with you two.

“You know the safeword?”

“Fender.”

“And the check in’s?”

“Green good, yellow break or slow down and red stop.”

“Good job baby.”

- Wilbur loves to deny your orgasms, but he also loves to deny you pleasure when your being a brat.

“Wilbur move! I don’t have all day-“ you said moving your hips the best you can in his hold. Your time snarky and annoyed. You had been deprived for too long and you weren’t having this slow and sweet treatment.

Wilbur pinned your hips down on the bed, pulled out of you all the way, and slammed back into you, leaving you gasping for air. “This good enough for you or do you want me to stop all together so you can take care of it yourself?” Wil asked as he continued to plunge in and out of you at a fast pace.

- but when you guys do take it slow and make every second count, he does deny you only once but for your own pleasure.

“Baby, please let me cum, feel so good!” You moan out to him, holding onto him as he slowly works you out. He pulls out of you, letting your orgasm die down a bit before slowly rubbing your clit.

“I know baby, but trust me. I’ll let you cum next time and it’ll be so much then, you trust me yeah?” He asked you, ticking a piece of hair behind your ear as you nodded. “Good my love.”

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[blindmagdalena]

I just lost my dog and I need something fluffy😭 How do you think HL would feel about adopting a pet w/ reader?

Homelander would fight tooth and nail against you getting a shelter dog. he offers all kind of designer and pedigree dogs, the sky is the limit. he wants you to have your DREAM dog. a perfectly bred golden retriever or a rough collie, "Just like Lassie! C'mon," he practically begs.

the absolute last place he wants to be is some dreary shelter that reeks of filth and misery. the whole place makes his skin itch. "You're probably going to catch a disease in here," he warns you baselessly.

naturally you fall in love with the scruffiest mutt he's ever seen in his life. it's only got one big, sad eye and a wheezing bark. "Seriously?" he asks, but he knows by the look on your face that dog is coming home with you.

he complains about it constantly. it stinks, it breathes too loudly, it sheds. he's at his absolute limit with the thing, especially when he keeps finding it in his spot sprawled out on top of you on the couch.

but then a funny thing happens one night. you're watching a movie together, and that dog leans against his leg. he glances at the dog—definitely does not consider nudging it off—and then goes back to watching the movie.

it doesn't happen all at once, but that one tiny allowance is the start of it. bit by bit Homelander makes more and more space for this creature. when the dog puts its head on his knee, he puts a hand atop it. he lets it in so very gradually that by the time you come home to the two of them sprawled out on the floor face to face, with him conducting a very serious conversation, it feels like the most natural thing in the world.

does he talk to the dog like it's a tax paying adult? yes. is it thoroughly charming every time? also yes.

[2aceofspades]

*newspaper bapping intensifies*

What do you MEAN "goodbye" Ace???

TT_TT

~-- --- .-. ... . / .- -. --- -.

Here...

This is it...this is what I mean.

It's over.

[kentoberry]

CEO childe fucking Fem secretary reader <333

yeah ! i'm obsessed with office aus so bad omg !!

content · [ 18+ , minors do not interact ] · sub fem reader · perv childe · skirt f3tish · edging · angry s3x · bruises · spanking · office s3x · exh!bitionism · teasing · p-nty stealing · ma$turbation · toys · blackmail mention.

· CEO ! childe who didn't give a shit about your qualifications. he only hired you because of how fucking hot your ass looked in that tight pencil skirt you wore to the interview — most of the conversation was spent with him not-so-subtly staring at your tits anyway.

· CEO ! childe who can and will ask you to come and see him in his office if he's having a slow day, just to have you sit on his desk and let him tease and edge your pretty pussy whilst he has all the time in the world!

· CEO ! childe who practically drags you into his office, or any other available room, after he has a particularly stressful meeting. he's busy cursing out all of his shareholders and takes the rage out on you, destroying your poor cunt and gripping your hips so hard that they'll be bruises afterwards.

· CEO ! childe is a massive fan of randomly slapping your ass. even if there's others in the room, you'll find he never misses an opportunity to land his hand on your sore cheek.

· CEO ! childe who has you suck him off whilst he's on a video conference. sure, you could give him the best head of his life and make him cum in front of all of these important people, but there was virtually a guarantee that he'd punish you for it later on.

· on a similar note, CEO ! childe will pick up the phone while he's fucking you. you could be bent over his desk or pinned against a wall when his ringtone goes off, and he'll simply put a finger to his lips, indicating that you should stay quiet, before hitting the answer button. if it's boring (which it usually is), he'll only fuck you harder and deeper to see how much you can control your noises.

· CEO ! childe has definitely convinced you to wear a remote controlled vibrator during a meeting. the heads of all departments within the company meet monthly, and it's only natural that the CEO and his star secretary be in attendance! he teases you throughout, watching you squirm and rub your thighs together. if you're good for him, he'll fuck you into oblivion over the conference table once everyone has left.

· CEO ! childe has a locked drawer in his desk that's full of your panties. sometimes he'll fuck you and make you return to work without them — it gives him easy access later on anyways. besides, if you're absent for whatever reason (say you're sick or have a family emergency), he can just take out a pair and make use of them while he jacks himself off.

· at one point, CEO ! childe thought that it would be amusing to fuck you over the copy machine. he bent you over, smushing your tits against the machine as it whirred into action. after that, he sat you up on it and got some nice copies of your ass and some of your cunt. when he (jokingly) threatened to pin them up around the office and show everyone what a whore you were for the boss, you couldn't stop your cunt tightening around his cock.

[plistommy]

I always love a jealous tommy fic. There's so much to explore there. Did he and steve "practice" when they were younger? How does he feel now seeing steve almost blatantly hanging off of another man (eddie or billy, or both hehe)? It's so delicious that tommy in canon obviously assumed steve would always be His, that he was bound to be asshole king steve with tommy forver, and then steve went and changed. Replaced him with someone else. Discarded him. I love when it's so obvious that tommy didnt even maybe respect steve as a person, just the roll steve "the hair" harrington was and now, seeing steve be allowed to just be himself, shamelessly, with another man must make tommy's blood boil. He missed his chance

Tommy felt like he would puke.

There Steve was, laughing so loudly and sweetly with Billy Hargrove and Eddie Munson on both sides of him, looking at him with such loving eyes that Tommy would love to rip them off and spit on them.

The three of them were hanging at their schools parking lot, Steve perched on top of his beemer as the other two leaned on it. The freak had clearly made some type of joke, because Steve was letting out a ’You’re so funny, Eds!’ as he tried to catch his breath.

The nickname made Tommy fume with rage.

Eds? What the actual fuck was Tommy hearing?

Four years back he and Steve would make fun of that guy, even bullying him a little when he started to wear those freaky ass clothes. People rumored him being into Satan or some shit and Steve and Tommy totally bought it as they laughed at him in the hallways.

And now Steve was throwing himself at the guy as he leaned towards him, hand lingering a little bit too long on the older man’s shoulder.

Tommy saw how Billy, the asshole who had dropped him almost immediately once he got to know Steve, moved his hand to rest on Steve’s thigh in a friendly way from other curious eyes, but Tommy could see through the bullshit.

He knows what those three are. What they do together.

They aren’t just friendly buddies who come together about sports and music and talk about hitting on girls.

They’re together. Partners of some sort which makes Tommy fucking sick in his stomach.

He knew Eddie was into guys the second he saw the freak, Billy probably too, but he wasn’t that sure.

It was only confirmed when he saw the way Billy looked at Steve the first time they showered together after PE.

Everyone looked at Steve once that way. With desire and want.

Wanting to have a taste of The Steve Harrington. Of the King. The rich pretty boy with the charm no one had.

Tommy knew it the best, because that’s how he had felt.

He had felt it when him and Steve had kissed for the first time, hands lingering on each other’s body when Steve had carefully leaned down and put those soft lips onto his.

Or when he had fucked Steve the first time. Those eyes so huge as they stared up at him when Tommy had clumsily lined his dick into the other’s waiting hole. And oh did those eyes go huge as Steve took him in so well, like no one has after him. How he had begged for Tommy’s name, told him he loved him.

And Tommy had loved him back.

Still fucking did.

But then he had fucked it up. Played with the other’s feelings, fucking up with his head which eventually made Steve leave him, his best friend, for fucking Nancy Wheeler. Things had broken that little head of Steve’s too many times and he had finally shattered, showing that sensitive and humane side of him that Tommy knew he was always hiding behind his King Steve persona.

The side he had hated. Because he liked it when Steve was mean.

He blamed the hits Jonathan Byers had given him.

That maybe those made a screw inside Steve’s head loose because how could he ever even think about leaving Tommy like that? After everything?

But he had.

And it made Tommy furious. Sad. Jealous.

Because that should’ve been him up there with Steve right now. Holding onto the boy's thigh and maybe kiss a little if no one was around.

Tommy would give him all the attention he needed. Would’ve fucked him so good no one else would’ve mattered. Steve would’ve never even thought about spreading his legs to Eddie Munson or Billy fucking Hargrove.

Just for Tommy.

”What’s up your ass?” Carol asked, focused on putting her disgustingly sweet lip gloss on, but not enough to not catch Tommy’s suddenly grumpy vibes.

”Nothing.” Tommy groaned out and took a bite of his sandwich.

It tasted bitter now.

Carol brushed it off, going back to chatting with Tina who was sitting beside her, oblivious to whatever Tommy was doing. Not like she really cared. Tommy was sure they’d break up soon, again.

Not that he’d mind.

He glanced back towards Steve and gritted his teeth when he saw the trio start to get in Steve’s car, all happy and smiley because they had ’so much fun’ together.

Ugh.

He didn’t miss how Munson patted Steve’s ass softly when he was bending down to the passenger seat and wait… what the fuck?

Was Billy fucking driving Steve’s car?

Steve never let anyone else drive it. He was too afraid to. Never trusted anyone else with it because his Daddy would get mad if it had even a small scratch on it.

Tommy never drove it.

And that pissed him the hell off, because Billy Hargrove of all people can?

The man with three fucking speeding tickets?

His blood was boiling.

He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the car.

Not even when his eyes locked with those big brown ones that suddenly looked worried when Tommy didn’t look away.

[merakiui]

😭😭 this isn't important or anything but that twt screenshot of azul and tika is my mutual thats so funny . what is oomf doing on the tumblr blog I follow... worlds colliding over here omg. Such a jumpscare in my notifs.

I've hope you've been well btw ! B7 update killed me 💔 I've been dead on the floor for DAYS. Oh Jade Leech the creature that you are.....

- :3

:O omg. What a shock it must have been!!! Truly a moment of worlds colliding... >_< your oomf's post was very funny, though. The Tika and dream Azul comparison...... LOL

And I have been well!!! :D I bought a very cute dress recently!

WAAAAA IT'S SO LOVELY!!! (´▽`ʃƪ)♡ I can now live my magical academia dreams in it!!!!!! I also hope to buy this set because it's so AAAAAA!!!! The hat....... the suspender pants,, THE BLOUSE!!!!! THE COLLAR ON THE BLOUSE AND THE SLEEVES OMG......... it's a very handsome and cute style!

[chosonie]

💐 once you receive this lovely bouquet of flowers, you have to mention five things you love, publicly, and send it to 10 of your favorite followers if you want. SPREAD POSITIVITY! ⛅️

I'm just now replying to this oops, thank you anon! ♡

5 things I love:

-my little family 🥹❤️

-the rest of my family & friends 🥰

-this cup of fresh coffee I just made

-how I've grown in the last year

-my blorbies

[leeknow-thoughts]

Bangchan x Leeknow x reader threesome ( only if your comfortable)

୨୧ 2 MAN

𝝑𝝔 cw : 3way, mxm action, mommy!Minho, daddy!chan, oral, jealous!minchan (YUMMYYYY), stoner!minchan bc I can, stoned 3way!!!, porn no plot, oral (min rec), spanking, petnames, p in v, praise, degrading???

𝝑𝝔 a/n : yum yum yum I lurvvvvvv minchan they're so afjkadhsja hope you like :3 also ofc I'm comfortable writing threesums!!! I think they're so hot !! :3

Your head was reeling, maybe it was the weed, or maybe it was your two insanely stunning boyfriends next to you, both equally as stoned as you, and both equally as horny as you.

Some tune is playing on the TV but you can't care much when Chan's hand is sliding under your shorts and rubbing your cunt over your panties. "Chan," you whine, as you look back at the man.

"Tch," Minho slaps your face, not hard enough to actually hurt you, but hard enough to have your pussy gushing, "you know what to call him," he seethes.

"D-Daddy!" you whine looking back at the man who is currently kissing down your spine, "daddy, sorry!" you apologize for your mistake.

"That's a good girl," Chris praises, kissing below your neck.

Minho is passing the joint back to you, looking at you expectingly, you cautiously take it and take a few drags before passing it to Chris. Chris' spare hand holds the joint and his other continues rubbing your cunt over your panties for the time being.

"C'mere," Minho slurs, "want you to suck mommy's cock."

You know Minho is high when he starts referring to himself in the third person. You bend over, resituating yourself on the couch before pulling down Minho's grey sweatpants. revealing his semi-hard cock.

You kiss the tip of his cock, and slowly take his length into your mouth. Taking it so far into your mouth you can feel it touching the back of your throat, but you can't mind much. "Want you to take this punishment like a good girl, just keep sucking my cock while your daddy spanks you," Minho instructs, "tap my thigh three times if it becomes too much, kitty."

Minho's hand runs through your hair gently, and that's when you feel Chan pulling your leggings and panties down, you hear the fabrics hit the floor somewhere in the living room but you can't seem to care where they land.

You watch Chris pass the joint to Minho, Minho dutifully taking more drags from it.

You feel Chan's fingers entering your cunt, his thumb paying special attention to your swollen clit before a harsh slap resonates around the room. You feel the pain of it seconds afterwards. You moan around Minho's cock, making him throw his head back and his eyes cross.

"One," Minho counts for you, given that your mouth is a little preoccupied.

"You know why you're getting this punishment?" Chan inquires, his fingers rubbing your clit as his spare hand strikes your ass again.

"Two," Minho coos, watching the tears stream down your face as your head bobs up and down on his now fully erect cock.

When you don't answer, Chan slaps your ass again, harder this time, "I want a fucking answer," he punctuates with another hard spank to your ass.

You spit Minho's cock out to answer the man, "because I was flirting with another guy!" you sob before Minho is grabbing your hair and pulling your mouth back onto his cock.

"Atta girl," Chan coos, gently rubbing over your swollen, cherry red ass.

Chan's words don't match the way he strikes your ass again, so hard it stings, "five," Minho counts through heavy breaths as he watches you suck his cock more and more.

"Have you learned your lesson?" Chris asks you.

You do your best to nod with the way Minho is forcing you to swallow his cock over and over again. "Good girl," Chan muses, "since you took your punishment so good I think you should ride your mommy's cock as a reward, don't you think that's a good idea, mommy?" Chan looks to Minho.

"That's a lovely idea, daddy," Minho hums.

You wince when Chan's fingers leave you before he is tapping your ass, signalling for you to get up. You slowly lift your mouth off Minho's cock, wobbly legs struggling to move to straddle your mommy.

Minho is shoving his fat cock into you before you have time to gather your thoughts. "There you go, big stretch, kitty cat," Minho groans when his cock slides into your tight entrance

"Be a good kitty, ride my cock," Minho requests.

Your legs barely have any energy left but you do your best, bouncing up and down on your mommy's cock. "That's it kitty," Minho praises in that condescending voice that always makes you go a little loopy in the head.

You watch as Chris grabs Minho's face and pulls him in for a passionate, almost dirty, kiss. "Oh, Minho," you hear Chan tut, "losing yourself so soon? That's not like you."

"Oh, shut up, just wait until you get inside her," Minho whispers against Chan's pretty lips, punctuating his words with a bite to the other man's bottom lip.

All while Minho's cock is hitting that spongey pot inside your pussy, the one that has you going cross-eyed. You already know you're creaming on his cock without having to look down.

With a particular thrust into your cunt, you're cumming around Minho's cock. Lightly hitting his chest, trying to stabilize yourself as you grind yourself on his cock, riding out your high.

"That's it kitty," Minho mumbles watching your disheveled state.

Minho's hands fall to your waist and hold you still as he keeps fucking up into your cunt, chasing his own high now. Your eyes snap open when you feel the tip of his cock kissing your cervix.

"Mommy!" You wail, looking between the two men, "Daddy!" you practically scream.

"That's it kitty," Minho grunts as high hips speed up their brutal pace.

That's when you finally look down and notice Chan's cock, his tip a flushed pink color, pre dribbling from the tip, a sight so heavenly you feel yourself gushing at the sight.

After a particularly harsh thrust into your cunt you can feel Minho's cum filling you up, now he's slowly thrusting into you, riding out his high.

You watch as Chan grabs Minho's head and brings Minho's mouth to wrap around his cock.

You watch the filthy scene in front of you unfold, Chan nutting down Minho's throat with a high pitched whine, before Minho turns to you, pulling you in for a lustful kiss, shoving Chan's cum into your mouth as well.

And you sit like that, full of Minho's cock, passing Chan's cum back and forth until Chan decides he would like another round.

[seelestia]

we missed you, welcome back!

i had a thought for a few days now and then i saw that you were back and i just had to share this

so imagine that you wake up in teyvat one day and you speak a different language bc they probably don’t speak english in teyvat, and no one understands you, but then there’s the smart haravatat ppl like alhaitham and faruzan (idk if there is anyone else) who use their smart language brains to figure out how to talk to you, i think that would be super cute

.💭

BRAINROT ANON— my comrade on tumblr, i missed you too!! i'm so honored that you thought of me aww :') you knew i'd be glad to brainrot with you anytime!! /gen. i focused less on how they communicate with you, but rather more on the events surrounding this concept. hope ya don't mind! so good to see you again <3

extra note: this was written from a platonic pov! yk those movies where a protagonist helps out their 'otherworldly' companion to go back to their home world? yeah, that's what i'm going for here. movies like 'home' and 'cj7' came to mind immediately. that's us and faruzan!! oh, and alhaitham is here too, i guess. /j

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imagine waking up one day to find yourself transported to the middle of the hypostyle desert. the sun burns, scorching hot on your skin then suddenly, it's gone? oh no, some strange turquoise lady is peering at your face with disapproval. you suspect she thinks you're a reckless traveler who forgot to bring ample supplies to a place like this. “███ ███ ████ ███?” she says and you realize you don't understand a word.

[translation: did your water storage run out?]

imagine the confusion on faruzan's face when you mumble a few sentences? noises? grumbles? she specializes in semiotics (and ruins), not speech pathology so how is she supposed to know? anyway, she graciously takes you in! and brings you back to her residence. yes, yes, how generous, applaud her later but she cannot hand you over to the akademiya just yet. (who knows what they'll do with you? you're obviously not of this world.)

imagine trying to communicate with faruzan using other means besides language. one of them includes pointing at the fresh apple slices on her kitchen counter. she gives them to you and notes how you say 'tenk yu' (?) which she takes as a sign of gratitude. of course, she also jots it down in her notes alongside her observations. how interesting.

and she manages the grand feat of roping alhaitham in, somehow someway. he's a youngster (everyone is a youngster if you're one hundred years old at this point) far too solitary for her liking — plus, notoriously hard to convince but that helps: he's someone who won't tattle! that's her logic here. she even had to invite him over for dinner and introduce him to you herself! ugh, she really had no more funds left to spare... so this better works.

it did, oddly. alhaitham's first instinct is to question and his deductions conclude that you are far too genuine (for lack of a better word) for all of this to be a ruse. the way you pointed at his fit and gave him a thumbs-up he assumed that you meant to say you thought it's “cool”.

alhaitham observes you; when you speak, none of the words sound familiar to his experienced ears and trust him, his quota of languages exceed many. he is not here to brag, so don't twist it. nor do you seem to understand anything whenever he or faruzan speaks. you don't even react in the slightest when he mentions or addresses you directly, only a tap on the shoulder works. it's safe to assume you do not know teyvatian language.

the guy in gray green turns to madam faru with a hum. she taught you to refer to her that way. it took hard work and lots of apple slices. “██... ██ ███ ████ █ ████?” he asks.

[translation: so... do you have a plan?]

“██ ███ █████!” she puffs out her chest in determination.

[translation: in due time!]

he sighs.

you blink, eternally confused.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

napping on kenny’s lap while they read 🐑

would do anything for this tbh … 😔

kenjaku takes their silent reading time very seriously, but if they’re in a good mood they’ll beckon you over just so they can feel your warmth <3 having your body heat close by makes the reading more cozy for them …. if you’re lucky they’ll start absently playing with your hair too :3c they would probably find a sleepy s/o very endearing, but they will be waking you up if you doze off just to talk abt some passage from the book …. so don’t get too comfortable ……

[giftedkidburnout-culture-is]

Gifted kid burnout culture is being afraid to ask for help because you should be able to do this

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