#didn't have to make them exactly the same and yet...

[crunchystarz]

TWST SELF-AWARE AU —series

overblot boys x gn! reader

Cw- obsessive behavior, stalking(Idia is being desperate and a little shit),reader feeling like they're being watched....they are.

Summary: You got a new game and have been playing it quite a bit, yet it feels like since then your casual college life has been a little off putting but you can't explain why.

Word count: 2003

A/N: this was supposed to be posted yesterday gah and it's a bit shorter than I'd like but it's wtv

CHAPTER ONE —

Imagine watching your current understanding of reality slip through your fingers like grains of sand. Everything you’ve ever known, your memories, your feelings, your identity, nothing more than pre-written scripts and strings of code. Every connection you've made, every triumph and heartbreak, is fabricated. Not real. Never real. Just fantasy, coded illusions.

A sick, disconcerting reality to accept, isn’t it? That you are not a real person.

So what are you? What is your purpose? What were you made for? That was the thought running through these men's minds at the moment.. They all shared the same despair and loss of feeling, if you could even call it feeling. There was one thing they could all agree on: The player.

Once they found out Ramshackle’s peculiar Perfect was more than them. More than code. Yuu was real. Not exactly, Yuu was a face for something more. Behind the powerless human from another world was you. The only thing real, the only thing genuine. They became obsessed with that; they became obsessed with you exactly and worshipped you even.

Each one of them fought for your attention. They wanted to be your favorite, had to be your favorite. They were going to make sure of it, no matter what the cost. They would make you love them.

You didn't get out often, so it was nice that a friend of yours invited you out. You wouldn't consider yourself extremely introverted, but you're definitely not an extrovert. You enjoyed your peace, but it was nice to be around friends here and there. You don't have many, so you were actually quite excited to get out of the house.

You scramble around to find your keys and your wallet. You had seemed to be misplacing your items as if late.. You weren't normally so forgetful; maybe it was stress causing you to forget where you put your things? Frustrated, you flopped on your back on your bed.

A ping from your phone makes your head perk up. You lazily rolled over to grab it. Sitting up, you look down at your notifications. A frown spread across your face. Of course. First, you can't find your things then you get cancelled at the last minute? Your friend wasn't known to just bail on people either; something must have happened. The universe must have a grudge on you, huh? You were really looking forward to getting out.

Another notification popped up across your screen. “Your LP is full.” Ah right twisted wonderland was a game you had recently really gotten into. Might as well play since you're not going out anyway. Your finger hovered over the game icon, its familiar logo glowing warmly on the screen, ‘Twisted Wonderland’, A comfort, a constant. You tapped it. The screen lit up, and that now familiar jingle played, looping over and over, welcoming you back.

You get into your usual rhythm of the game. Humming to yourself as the familiarity brought you peace. However after a while, you start to feel odd. It's a weird feeling that makes your skin crawl. You don't know why the sudden wave of paranoia hit you. Uncomfortable is the only way to describe the feeling. You look around your room. It had gotten dark out by now, and your lights were off. The only thing allowing you to see was the gentle moon glow.

It was odd. It felt as if you were being watched. You don't know why that thought suddenly implanted itself in your head. It sent shivers down your spine. It was so weird, you couldn't explain it, but something in your head was screaming at you that someone, something was watching you.

Your breath hitched. You put your phone down slowly, the game still running in the background. But you couldn’t focus on it anymore. That sensation hadn’t gone away. You were just being paranoid. You lived alone in your apartment. This uneasy feeling made your stomach sick. Was the stress getting that bad you were getting paranoid again.

You glanced back at the screen. One of the boys was on it. Riddle. It was just him the screen black and his text box left blank. It felt as if his gray eyes were staring directly. You furrowed your brows. There was nothing else just the 2D model staring at you.

“Nope,” you whispered. “Game's glitched. I’m tired. It’s just a glitch.” Your game is glitched, and you're just paranoid from the lack of sleep and stress of work. Yup, that was it. Staying home was a good idea if you were going to act strange the whole time. Riddle is not looking at you, he can't look at you [name] go to bed, you tell yourself. Nothing to overthink.

Closing out the app, you roll over on your back and sigh. Your tongue poked at your cheek. You need to go to sleep. School and work have been eating you up lately. Something had to be wrong with you. Sleep deprivation, overworing, caffeine withdrawal. Something. That was the logical explanation.

You don't need to get worked up over something so small. Just rest you convince yourself. You feel your eyelids get heavier as you start to drift off.

You wake up to the sound of your notifications blowing up. Confused, as your messages were usually dry. Sleepily, you grab your phone expecting it to be your friend or maybe one of your family members. No, it's from an unknown number. Your blood runs cold upon reading the messages. What the hell?

[Unknown]: heyyyy [name]-chan~

[Unknown]: you were going to go out today and you looked so cute!

[Unknown]; Too cute for other people couldn't let you leave looking like that>:]

[Unknown]: the others were so bummed you barely played not me though I got access to you whenever I want

[Unknown]: don't tell them tho lolz!!

[Unknown] You know you're rlly cute when you sleep btw<3

Your stomach dropped. Your screen lit up again. Dread weaseling its way into your skin. Unease was an understatement of what you were feeling right now. Just who is this? Was this some unfunny joke your friend was pulling? You wished it were that simple.

[Unknown]: You shouldn't ignore us, though. It hurts our feelings.

[Unknown]: I know you're reading theseeee

You didn't respond. You couldn’t. Your fingers hovered above the screen, trembling. ,Your eyes flicked to the top of the screen profile picture. No number. Just Unknown. You tapped to block the sender. Nothing happened. Tapped again.

Still nothing.

Then another ping.

[Unknown]: blocking me already? :( ur no fun!!!

You sucked in a sharp breath and stood, your legs unsteady. Panic churned in your chest. You pulled your knees against your chest. Biting your lip, you clumsily type a reply.

[You]: Who are you?!?

The reply dots appear and reappear. What was going on? What did you do to deserve a stalker? Too many thoughts ran through your head. You collapse on your bed. The soft blue light from your screen illuminated your face. Finally, you get a text back.

[Unknown]: that's for you to find out!! If you do, you'd have to keep it a secret ;]

[You]: Please just leave me alone.

[Unknown]: No can do [name]-chan :<

[Unknown]: ah gtg lil bros calling fun talking with ya!!!

You watch as the blank icons' green light turns gray, signifying they are no longer online. You stare at your phone screen for a few minutes. You feel tears prick the brim of your eyes. This was a sick, sick joke. Had to be a prank. You needed to calm down. Maybe you should call the police? Would this be enough to be considered harassment?

You huffed. You couldn't sleep now, not with the thought of someone stalking you. Who would want to stalk you anyway? You're a broke college student just barely getting by with the job you have at the local cafe. You don't have much interesting going on with your life, so why you?

Another text. You fearfully opened the message. You saw the contact name and sighed out of relief. It was your friend—wait, their message didn't make any sense. They were wondering why you didn't show up, but they cancelled on you. Looking through your messages, you couldn't find any proof of the conversation you had prior. You know you didn't make it up...

Your face turned up. Today had to be a bad dream. What exactly was going on? You squirmed out of bed, leaving your phone on your bed. Just being near it made you uncomfortable. Slipping into the living room.

You rubbed your arms as a cold chill settled over you, despite the room being warm. Everything felt off. Like your world was tilted slightly on its axis, and no one had noticed but you. You turned on the light in the living room, needing something to ground you. The warm glow helped… a little. But that crawling feeling remained. You don't even remember falling asleep at your kitchen island.

—

There Idia goes running his mouth again now Leona and Vil are on his ass. His yellow eyes shifted, avoiding the two figures' gazes. Leona grabbed the collar of his hoodie aggressively. “Listen, you decided to run your mouth earlier,” Leona growled, his voice low and dangerous, “now elaborate before I turn your face into sand.” The lion beast man spat. Vil crossed his arms and glared.

Idia put his arms up in surrender. He knew they were going to find out eventually that they were as obsessive as he was. Still, it was annoying; it was a secret he wanted to keep to himself a bit longer. flFinding out he could use magic to bypass the code just enough to have access to your phone.

“I just talked to em a bit, no biggie-” Idia yelped, trying to push Leona off him even if it was clear who was stronger. Vil huffed and moved closer shoving Leona causing him to growl under his breath, tail flicking in annoyance.

“You're telling me you have contact outside of our plane and you didn't tell any of us. Do you know how important that is, numbskull!" The pomefiore housewarden snapped.

“Okay okay okay!! Chill!” Idia squawked, ducking his head down, hair flaring pink for a moment before settling back into its usual blue flame. “It's not like I didn't plan to tell you guys! I was just... testing the connection! Beta access! You know, like a soft launch??”

Leona scoffed, tossing him back with a shove. “Dont sugar coat nothin we ain't stupid you were just getting greedy.” Idia couldn't deny he was greedy. He wanted you for himself. How could he not be greedy he was closer to you than anyone else. He wasn't going to share the information originally, he was going to claw into that closeness only you and he had. Yet he was cocky and ended up running his mouth when he ran into the duo. He huffed and rolled his eyes.

“You aren't thinking logically you radish, if you have direct access to the entirety of their devices who knows if that's the limit we can go think about it” Leona said tapping a finger against dia's forehead. A smirk played on his lips. “If we can build that gap with simple magic don't ya think we could probably weasel our way into their world " He explained further.

"in your hypothetical where any of what you're talking about is correct we would need immense magical power, much more than either one of us could produce on our own" Vil but in. His eyes scanned Leona. Vil knew Leona was a genius. It was built into him he knew that he was always going to be one of the smartest characters in this world. Yet he held his doubts about this. It sounds too far fetched. How would they even go about this?

"Never said it would be easy at all it sounds simple on bluepaler you don't think I havent thought about how much magic that would take been thinking about this for awhile actually but this new information the otaku gave us makes me think we really have a chance...won't like it but I think I'd we get that lizards help" the savanaclaw housewarden said crossing his arms before yawning.

" it's late 'm going to bed you two should do the same ,Vil get the others gathered sometime tomorrow " Leona said flicking is wrist before walking off suddenly. Vil and Idia both exchanged glances, the shift of his attention gave them whiplash.

Idia mumbled under his breath something about how annoying Leona was, Vil couldn't quite catch what he had said. With a sigh Vil turned on his heel. "I shall be taking my leave now, no more funny business until tomorrow we shall discuss your little communication with the Perfect then. " He spoke before walking the same direction Leona had gone.

Oh how Idia hated sharing with six other guys, it was such a pain why couldn't he just have you for himself...

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[cigarettesafterkenma]

"i like you" pt. 1 - kozume kenma x reader

"why do you keep telling me that?"

kenma ignores all of readers confessions until he finally spoke up

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the evening wind gently brushed against the two students' skins, their hair blowing along with its directions. they stood there silently in front of the school gates, the street lights slowly turning on as the sun set.

kenma had just finished volleyball practice and was heading home along with his team. it wasn't until a familiar girl had waited for him that the team gave them some alone time, choosing to wait by a nearby bike rack.

the team didn't exactly know who the girl was. they did however see her face a few times before when she would wait for their introverted setter. because of how often she had waited and asked for kenma, the team had thought their pudding head has made a new friend by himself — or even a girlfriend. but sadly, that was not the case.

according to kenma, she was just a classmate of his. and being the way kenma is, he vaguely explained that she liked him.

and each time she waited for him, she would keep telling him that.

this shocked the rest of the volleyball team. their quiet setter somehow managed to get a girls attention — and love — without any of their help. despite finally getting the chance to pursue a relationship, kenma dropped a bomb by saying he didn't return her feelings. in fact, he didn't really tell her how he felt. he lowered his head in shame, admitting that he just walked away from each of her confessions. not saying a single word.

the team's eyebrows pulled together in concern. sure kenma wasn't the type to be open about his feelings or even jump into a relationship when he couldn't even build connections with others outside of the team. they felt a bit bad for the girl. they knew kenma meant no harm, but having your confessions — a moment where you're vulnerable with your feelings — ignored multiple times just sounded draining.

so when they saw the same familiar girl who waited hours for them to finish, ask for kenma again, they all agreed and headed to the nearby bike rack to allow them to talk alone — knowing what they were going to talk about.

"k-kozume kun..." the girl spoke softly. no matter how many times she told him, she still felt too shy to say it.

kenma on the other hand already knew what she had to say. although he didn't hate the girl, he didn't really like her either. his feelings were mutual. he was flattered a girl actually took interest in him and he didn't mind trying to get to know the girl a bit — but a huge part of him was nervous. he rarely talked to girls in general, so what is he supposed to do? jump into a relationship with a girl he didn't even know? sure her already liking him would probably make things easier, but kenma wouldn't even know what to do. he would feel too uncomfortable initiating anything and opening up.

so — not wanting to give up the chance to know a potential partner, but also having anxiety eat at him and prevent him from voicing out how he really felt — kenma just ignored the situation entirely. hoping it would somehow sort itself.

he looked up, observing the girl that stood in front of him. the girl was currently fidgeting with the bottom hem of her uniform, her hands were shaking. his eyes widened as he realized that she had been waiting in the cold for hours just so that she could speak to him. he didn't understand why she was so persistent with him.

finally being able to get her words out, the girl continued "k-kozume kun" she looked up. despite her eyes watering, her throat feeling dry, and her body trembling, she confessed again.

"i like you... and i-i just w-want to keep l-l-letting you k-know that..." she looked down, being vulnerable in front of the boy she liked yet again. after all her past confessions, she assumed that kenma would just walk away and ignore her feelings once more. it has gotten to the point where it doesn't really hurt her anymore. she could just confess again another day in hope he'd give her a proper answer.

but today.

today was different.

feeling sick of the the constant thoughts in his head after each and every one of her confessions, kenma finally spoke up.

"why... do you keep telling me that?" he asked.

his cat eyes felt like they were shooting daggers at her. she didn't expect him to finally respond her feelings — especially not with such a cold question.

"i-i-..." she stuttered. she couldn't get any words out and started shaking. her chest ached and without realizing it, tears streamed down her face. her vision blurred and without a word, she looked down in shame and speed-walked away.

the team noticed the crying girl quickly pass them. they looked over to kenma who just stood there at the gate.

confused.

'wait what?' he thought to himself.

[daka-d3monb0y]

Monty Redesigns

I can't pose to save my life

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More below:

🐊 Prior Designs 🐊

Most Lore talk at the bottom

I didn't even plan to get them new snouts, I was just laying here bored and decided to experiment. I love them so much.

I made each of them have a different eye color, because I thought it'd be cool.

I'm doing the same thing to other designs. LaES Earth has green eyes instead of Terra's blue eyes, Lunar has yellow, you get it.

Monty (SaMS) / Old Design

Monty doesn't have two male and female bodies they switch between, they just have this one. Because I am far too emotionally unstable to spend hours attempting to create extremely canon Glamrocks.

(Especially when I have a rule in Gacha where I can only use one character model. Because I do actually want to make videos, tho I haven't in probably years by now.)

I like my *stylized* animatronics I'm doing rn. It doesn't feel like copying the source material but being inspired by it and creating my own world around it.

Older designs I've done the Mohawk differently, but I wanted it to be more like the female form's hair because it's cool and I'm leaning more towards genderfluid.

Monica (EaPS) / Old Design

Can't remember why I gave her a ponytail. Probably just so I have more hairstyle options to write something like Ballora braids her girlfriend's hair, because that sounds adorable.

My bestie chose the purple boots this time, I think they make her pop more, I love them.

Molly (FFNaFS) / Old Design

Molly, you're probably the design I have the least to say about. I gave you those things you see on cowgirl boots for some reason and that's kinda cool.

I don't know what to do with Molly in my AU. I'll come up with something.

LaES Monty / Old Design

Matty?

I forgot to change the purple shade on this design but I don't wanna go back. I'll fix it later :'D

I want something a bit more genderfluid name for this one, but idk. If anyone has name ideas lemme know in the comments or reblogs.

I went for a totally original outfit for this new Monty. (The others' outfits are directly inspired by outfits Monty wears in show)

My original plan was to make them look more depressing but I still wanted the bright colors so that didn't work out. Idk what their vibe is but I love it.

I decided to add pink into their hair to make it more rockstar/popstar like, but didn't do a really big hairstyle like the others because I want to show this Monty having less energy.

I tried to make their teeth different, like that they had two larger teeth in front then the others. But I couldn't find a way to make that look good. I also tried giving them a missing tooth but I didn't like that.

⭐ Lore:

My AU LaES is in another dimension, but the rest all take place in the same dimension.

Other dimensions haven't been as investigated in my AU as much as they are in canon. Not enough for Eclipse to feel safe / secure enough to live in one. They're mostly a mystery.

Fazbear owns the rights to every animatronic in the pizzaplex, so they have many variants of each. But they want each location to have different variants of animatronics so they can sell more merch. People will want to buy more because they're like collectables and each is different.

They own the rights to other animatronics like Cosmos and Eclipse, even though Fazbear didn't originally create them. (I don't like using the name Cosmos but I feel like I have to now 😅)

I don't believe we know what happened to Sun and Moon yet, but I am going to assume it was homicide code. It made them insane and they had to be decommissioned because they were a threat to others. So in my plot, they aren't exactly gone, but we'll see a ruined SunMoon who's been corrupted and fused into a sorta Total Eclipse personality.

{ Matty(?) was really close with SunMoon, their best friend. So losing them hit Matty(?) pretty hard, and sent them into a depression. They didn't get a chance to grieve before Lunar and Earth came to replace them. Matty(?) is upset. [All the Glamrocks are.] They've distanced themselves from the others and just come off as rude and short tempered. I haven't watched a lot of new LaES but that's what I'm understanding. }

[ckret2]

Am I the only one who really hates Jack's angst over "killing his first real human" in early Season 5?

Firstly, it makes Jack look really racist (human supremacist?) From Jack's perspective at that moment (he didn't knew yet that they were just unlucky to be born into a cult and raised into slave soldiers), Daughters of Aku must have looked like just a bunch of bloodthirsty assholes wanting to murder him. No different than e.g. Blue Dwarf Scientist from Seasons of Death whom Jack brutally killed with his own poison. Why wasn't he so distraught back then? Daughter of Aku was human, and the Scientist was not, therore his life is not precious? Not even starting to talk about X-9 and countless other sapient robots clearly in posession of soul and personality...

Secondly, even in the very romanticised version of the medieval world that is portrayed in the show, I have big trouble believing that Jack did not kill a single human opponent during his warrior training years, or at least saw his teachers or "classmates" doing so and being cool with it.

Thirdly, this is a blantant retcon at the best, and continity error at worst to say that this was his first real human kill since I am pretty sure that bounty hunters from the Princess Mira episode were all human (or humanoid cats - still probably close enough to human to count) and that Jack killed them all (except Mira herself... hopefully)

idk if you're the only one, but I'm not with you.

Firstly, I don't mind that Jack undervalues robot lives. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ It's a rare & prominent flaw in a character that's otherwise intended to be nearly flawless. Would have enjoyed seeing him grapple with it more, even.

He wasn't distraught over the blue scientist alien thing because the blue scientist alien thing is an alien thing. For the same reason, I also don't mind that Jack values humans over aliens. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Especially when part of him probably suspects any given nonhuman enemy might be a demon/Magically Evil In Their Soul the same way Aku is—which isn't the case with humans.

Jack hasn't killed countless sapient robots clearly in possession of a soul and personality. He's killed a SINGLE robot clearly in possession of a personality: Scaramouche. He's killed a second robot potentially in possession of a personality: that French bot in Jack and the Baby, but it's possible he doesn't have a personality, just an outfit and an accent. He's killed a third robot that (from Jack's pov) VERY DUBIOUSLY MIGHT have a personality: this one bot that tracked him into a factory, silently & emotionlessly tried to shoot him, and then mysteriously said "take care of lulu" seconds before deactivating.

So that's like, 1.2 robots Jack can say had personalities, and the 1 was programmed evil (so, same as Aku). All the other robots he killed are not clearly sapient; all the other clearly sapient robots he met, he didn't kill.

So, yes, exactly: Daughter of Aku is human, his other enemies were not (and possibly even Inherently Evil, Like Aku), therefore their lives are not precious to Jack. I've got no problem with Jack thinking that way.

Secondly, I don't have trouble believing that Jack made it through his training without killing another person. We only see him using lethal force in the direction of a human twice during his training: once when he shoots an arrow at a passing aristocrat's bag of coins (and I imagine that was a lucky, and infrequent, opportunity), and when he's sparring with the monks (who I am fully willing to believe are highly trained enough that they had no fatal mishaps during training). Nothing else he ever did risked human lives.

We know he's seen humans kill humans, there was that whole scene where his dad killed a bunch of bandits. The reason Jack's distressed over the Daughters of Aku isn't because he's never seen a human kill a human before. It's because HE, PERSONALLY, WITH HIS OWN HANDS, has never killed a human before. There's a pretty big difference between witnessing a murder and committing one.

Thirdly, there's no evidence any of those bounty hunters are dead. We see him swing his sword, we don't see anybody get cut up. That same animation style (a sword swing, a black-and-white slash/flash, bodies flying through the air) is the same way they animated Aku-infected Jack beating up the salamander monks—who survived, even though Aku is more willing to kill than Jack. Even the dude who got a bunch of tiny bombs blown up in his face is seen whole, no blood in the snow, not even his clothes damaged. They're probably unconscious but alive (not only because there's no proof they're seriously injured, but also because this was season 4). Or, if you just can't tolerate the idea they survived, Jack could himself believe that they're unconscious but alive.

Fourthly, I know we just had another conversation thread around here about watsonian vs doylist reasoning for writing decisions, but the fact nevertheless remains that Jack didn't kill humans in the first four seasons because Cartoon Network wouldn't let him in a Y7 cartoon (which is why he had to fight robots in the first place). I feel that, given Jack's personality, it would make sense to make a big deal about his first human kill. Since that was impossible during the first four seasons, I would prefer for them to finagle that moment into the fifth season rather than not address it at all and just act like he's always been cool with killing humans.

Fifthly—honestly??? I feel like it's a coping mechanism on Jack's end. Remember "They're just nuts and bolts, just nuts and bolts"? Jack has been killing and killing and killing for fifty years. When he started killing robots, he could tell himself, "It's fine, at least it's not a person." When he started killing sapient robots, he could tell himself "It's fine, at least it's not a real person." When he started killing aliens, he could tell himself, "It's fine, at least it's not a human." He's had to move the lines on his morality just to psychologically hold himself together. "At least I've never killed a human" is the last thread he's holding onto.

And that's why losing it hits him so hard. Because he's got nothing else left.

... Well, nothing else except "at least I've never killed children." It sure would be awful if something happened that tricked him into thinking he killed some kids.

[blackcatxmagic]

Tripps just had a way of making him feel better. Winter continued to laugh as the other man kept coming up with different words to describe the whole situation, and the man was right - Winter's options were either to laugh or to cry. Right now, it felt so much better to do the former, to just lean in to the absurd humor of it. Even so, there was still something sad about the way he smiled at Tripps when he called it devastating because genuinely it was. And it felt more so now that Winter knew all of this was his fault. But still, it didn't feel as heavy as it usually did, and Winter knew that was because of Tripps, not just because of what he was saying. It was like the man's mere presence here was helping Winter carry this burden, and it felt nice to have the help. "Hasn't killed me yet," Winter repeated, though he emphasized the last word. "There's still time." But he was just joking, laughing again and grinning at his friend.

Like Tripps, Winter got more comfortable in bed, moving to sit next to him, leaning against him a little. It felt nice being like this with Tripps, comfortable. Since the accident, Winter thought this was probably the first time he'd had a guy in his bed - and if it wasn't, he'd forgotten. Leaning against Tripps, Winter said, "It's okay. I do have them here, they're out back, but I'm not going to make you go out there if you don't want to. I know some people are creeped out by them." He rested his hand on Tripps's thigh, which felt like the most natural thing in the world, and maybe it was because Winter's body was remembering how it had felt to touch Tripps, like muscle memory. If that were the case, then it must have been incredible with Tripps, which Winter thought just might be the case; Tripps was super hot, and it felt like he would be great in bed, definitely memorable for someone without terrible memory issues. Winter thought the only reason he'd forgotten had been because all of that had happened before his spell. Despite his memory issues now, Winter knew he wouldn't have forgotten Tripps - that wasn't really how it worked now with his memory. "I won't take any money for my work," Winter argued. "I like doing it. Why would I take money for doing something I love? And besides, I like doing nice things for my friends." Then he looked at Tripps, adding, "If you wanted to, there are other ways you could pay me." He smirked, but then his eyes widened as he realized how that sounded. "That really sounded like I was asking for sex in exchange, didn't it?" he asked with a nervous laugh. "I meant like...spending time with me." He supposed sex was a way to spend time together, but that hadn't been exactly what Winter had meant.

Laughing, Winter replied, "I didn't make the connection, but now I like it even more. What does that make you though?" He looked at Tripps, trying to decide, and finally he said, "You strike me as a Tigger. You've got that same energy. So maybe I should call you that." Winter wasn't sure if he were actually going to, but it was a cute idea. Smiling at the other man, Winter shrugged, and he responded, "What can I say? I've apparently got a weakness for charming, confident men who also happen to be incredibly hot. Like top tier hot, seriously." What was the point of denying that? However, Winter was quick to clarify, "Your hotness isn't why I like you though. It's just a bonus."

Winter let himself be pulled into Tripps lap, which caused a sudden surge of heat to rush through him, memories of that night together rushing back now. It had been like this before, hot and needy, and Winter kissed Tripps even more desperately as his hands roamed around under the other man's shirt. But then Tripps jolted, and Winter pulled back, eyes wide. Had he hurt the man somehow? "Are you okay?" he asked, but then Tripps explained, and Winter felt a little better knowing he hadn't done anything. "I get it," Winter replied. "Can I see it? It's okay if not. I know you might want to wait until it's done." Winter was curious, but he respected Tripps's decision. His hand continued to move around under Tripps's shirt, gently though, and finally it came to rest on his chest. "I just really like touching you," he said, no longer feeling self-conscious about how much he wanted Tripps. "That's okay," he told the other man. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to."

He was losing himself in the other man, and Winter moaned softly against Tripps's lips when the man slid his hand into his the back of his pants, grabbing his ass. "You drive me wild," Winter said softly, though his voice dripped with desire. "I don't think I stood a chance that night." Though Winter knew he was the one who'd probably pushed for it them, or at least initiated it. Kissing Tripps again, Winter moved his hand out from under Tripps's shirt, and this time he removed his own. "You can keep yours on, but...I'm not going to do the same," he told Tripps, suddenly nervous and more than a little self-conscious. "I know I don't look as good as you do," he said quietly.

"I wouldn't say ridiculous," he advised softly, watching in some fascination as Winter considered his situation and how futile it appeared. "Overwhelming? Prodigious? Colossal? Staggering? Devastating?" As he ticked off words that came to mind, Tripps' began to gently rub the other man's arm, perhaps in a way to soothe him even as Winter disintegrated into a fit of borderline hysterical laughter. That's what Tripps recognized it as, in his eyes. This wasn't true humor, this wasn't Winter genuinely laughing because there was nothing else he could do but make fun of it. No, these giggles came from some deeper, almost deranged part of the man where his choices were either to laugh, or cry. Tripps suspected Winter may have already done plenty of crying over it. "It's real shitty," he went on, joining in anyway, the two of them laughing off the anxieties. "That's a good way of seeing it," he agreed, once their laughter settled down. "Hasn't killed you yet, can only make you stronger."

Tripps picked up their juices and set them aside on the nightstand, so they could get more comfortable, leaning back against the headboard. "Generations of beekeepers, oh boy," he chuckled to himself, shaking his head to imagine it. "So, you've got the suckers here on property somewhere, don't you?" he questioned lightly, smirking to himself as he thought of how much he was toying with his own life. One tiny prick and he could be a goner, if he didn't get to that epipen in the car fast enough. Those bees were out there in the yard somewhere, just buzzing around. "Sorry, I know you're probably excited to share with people," he said, continuing to caress Winter's arm. "I hate bugs, insects..." Tripps even gave minor shiver at the thought of them. "Anything with the creepy crawly legs, especially ones that can bite or sting you." This wasn't a lie, he was afraid of bugs and insects, for these reasons. But it wasn't just because they were creepy crawlies. Some of them could cause substantial damage to someone like him, so he should be wary of them. Maybe he'd tell Winter about it at some point, when he's gotten a better read of how the man would take it. He didn't want to look weak right now, he liked the way Winter was looking at him like he was the best invention since sliced bread. "I'd like to pay you for it, though," Tripps told him, squeezing his arm lightly, "you should get paid for hard work."

An easy smile came to his lips. "Yeah? I just thought of it, actually. Cause you know who likes honey? Winnie the Pooh, and well, the whole bee thing, y'know." Tripps thought it'd been a clever choice, anyway! He only nodded as Winter assured that he was okay, just remembering something, and didn't press further. "I think you kinda just like me in general," Tripps risked, teasing, trying not to sound too pompous and full of himself, but if his feet were to the coals, he'd definitely lean that direction. "I'll write it down for you myself," he promised.

It'd been a couple of years, but this was a familiar situation all the same. Tripps could remember Winter kissing him like this at that party, everything heady and urgent, as they tugged at each other. It was like that now, too, their mouths fighting for dominance, pawing at each other. At least, until Winter somehow got a hand up under his shirt and accidentally scraped fingers along a particularly sensitive area. "Ahh," Tripps' exhaled sharply against Winter's lips, leaning backwards, grabbing at the hand touching over his bare chest, "go easy, okay?" His head dropped back, laughing to himself, because it'd been too easy to forget about that issue because it didn't hurt when he left it alone. "I'm uh, in the process of getting a new tattoo," he explained then, reaching out to take the man by his hips and drag him forward, right into his lap, both arms snaking around him snugly. "It's just the outline right now, but it's still fresh, got it a few days ago, so it's starting to peel and itch a lot," Tripps went on, busying himself with planting hot, firm kisses along the base of Winter's throat. "May be a good idea I keep my shirt on, so we don't cause any damage to it." A hand slipped into the back of Winter's pants, to grab a handful of bare cheek, giving it a brazen squeeze. His mouth found Winter's again for another lingering kiss, only pausing to ask against them, "Is that cool?"

Tripps was glad to have the excuse, actually. He didn't like having anyone seeing him fully naked, if he could avoid it.

[astrolotte]

Capsaicin and Burning Spice both being brawny + heat-proof... father and son fr fr?

[iniziare]

Consider Yelan's facial expression to be my own in reaction to opinions shared on both X and Tumblr, and I guess I'm in the minority of the 'loud ones', but I'm pretty excited for Natlan since that trailer, actually. The previous teasers left me a little 'eh', but this definitely got my hopes back up, and I'm back in the right spirits for it (and ready to catch some Pokémon.)

Now I wouldn't be me if I didn't touch on the salt that I've seen scattered across the dash, so here I go. Listen, I read people's objections and I see what you're all aiming at, but in that light want to note that it's often incredibly easy to point fingers (arguably too much so) at others while being, quite honestly, hopefully rather aware that many of our own countries, cultures, and its populations across the board (and no, I'm not excluding anyone here) would likely be just as easily guilty as MHY is with these things. And no, I'm not blindly defending them, but I also won't point fingers at only one without pointing them everywhere else as well, including those you might think would 'never do such things', because I'm absolutely certain that they would. /continues on in the tags.

[clockvenn]

FIRST OF ALL, THANK YOU I ❤️ YOU KARAVAN /P AND I'M SORRY BUT IMMA HAVE TO GET MILK BEFORE COMING BACK TO FEED Y'ALL 💔💔💔 /SILLY

And yes I do !! Though, I haven't posted anything there LMAO I'm waiting until the site is stable enough before I post anything because I DO NOT TRUST MY SILLY ASS WITH UNSTABLE STUFF... I KNOW I CAN AND WILL SOMEHOW BREAK IT LMA and also because I need some time to get comfortable with the platform 😭 this ALWAYS happens for literally anything social... I'm the kind of introvert ahh fella that needs to get familiar with the place first before doing anything...

Anyway, I think you can register an acc now for the site !! I will grab you the moment you're there 🔥

LMMAAO HEGLP MY OCS HAVE ALWAYS BEEN 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 😭😭 IM JUST NOT CONFIDENT ENOUGH TO SHOW ALLAT 😭💀 buuttt maybe Beanie will help me out.... slowly.. if I draw more sillies with her..

IM A MADMAN 🔥🔥🔥 IDK WHY BUT I WORK THAT WAY 😭😭😭 it's actually better for me that way because if I do actually focus on 1 thing at a time without any side quests or something, I wouldn't actually properly learn the stuff unlike being occupied with at least 2 things, funnily enough ??? Me when I have an undiagnosed sinister thing...

ALSO HERLO THAT'S FAIR WITH THE 3D MODEL, I'M STILL STRUGGLING WITH IT ACTUALLY 😭 I managed to model Name but I gotta redo allat because ITS WACKY AND MESSY 💔 I have a specific style to go with when it comes to 3D stuff so errmm... I'm insane ❤️

Though the way Blender keeps updating and having new features pushes me away because ong I've been learning stuff and THEN THEY MOVED THINGS AROUND and I have to relearn things all over again 💔💔 ME WHEN I HAVE UNDIAGNOSED SINISTER THING X2

Lastly .... I'm speculating you actually... I've been eyeing you .... /J NAH LMA I JUST SEE SIMILARITIES and they're still entirely my theories but you may be kawkaw_soc on twt [IM NEVER CALLING IT X, THAT IS MY SIGNATURE!!! TWT STOLE IT FROM ME /J] and hansenmoe on bsky !!

It's honestly funny to me because I'm admittedly ungodly stupid but I pay attention to details sometimes [undiagnosed sinister thing x3] I still can't believe what happened in the server of Alter series by Majoradim4 IT WAS CRAZY LMA 😭 the mysterious scarf guy isn't even introduced properly yet nor do we all know anything about them yet but I'm already planning that guy to be siblings with my fanoc Archer because I find it funny and I have a whole dynamic idea with them LMAO IM INSANE 😭😭😭

But it's all just my theories.. idk for sure if you're those two accs or if that mysterious scarf guy is reallyyy similar to Archer but yuuhh 🔥

[thebeautifulfantastic]

<3

[emile-hides]

Amazing how they managed to make a Gif that perfectly shows off everything we loved about the old layout and hate about the new one and still decided to try and sell the change as a good, well revived addition to the web site

Nothing about the new layout is streamlined, it’s all clunky and cramped and is honestly a mess of practical design compared to the old layout, but Tumblr higher ups will do whatever they want with no regard for the majority, we already knew this from Tumblr LIVE.

So if you’re like me and find this layout actually impossible to use but also have no where else to go, here’s a post for an extension that changes it back. Because the community does what Tumblr can’t; Make a functional Website.

A new way to navigate Tumblr

If you use Tumblr on a web browser, you might have noticed us testing a brand new navigation on your dashboard in the last month. Now, after some extensive tweaks, we’ve begun rolling out this new dashboard navigation to everyone using a web browser. Welcome to the new world. It’s very like the old world, just in a different layout.

Why are we doing this? We want it to be as easy as possible for everyone to understand and explore what’s happening on Tumblr—newbies and seasoned travelers alike.

Labels over icons: When adding something new to Tumblr in the past, we’d simply add a new icon to our navigation with little further explanation. Turns out no one likes to press a button when they don’t know what it does. So now, where there’s space, the navigation includes text labels. Since adding these, we’ve noticed more of you venturing to previously unexplored corners of Tumblr. Intrepid!

What’s already been fixed? Thanks to feedback from folks during the testing phase, we’ve been able to make some improvements right out of the gate. Those include returning settings subpages (Account, Dashboard, etc.) to the right of the settings page instead of having them in an expandable item in the navigation on the left; fixing some issues with messaging windows on smaller screens; and streamlining the Account section to make it easier to get to your blogs.

What’s next? We’re looking into making a collapsible version of this navigation and improving the use of screen space for those of you with enormous screens. We’re also working on improving access to your account and sideblogs.

That’s all for now, folks. For questions and suggestions, contact Support using the “Feedback” category. Please select the “Report a bug or crash” category on the support form for technical issues. And keep an eye out for more updates here on @changes.

[gallusrostromegalus]

This morning I came downstairs to discover that the dogs have invented a New Crime.

My husband get up very early for his Real Adult Job, and feeds Charleston (Black-and-cream Sighthound mix, mostly leg) and Herschel (40lb cardigan welsh crime tube), then lets them out into the fenced yard before he leaves.

I get up at the same time but take longer to boot up, so the dogs frolick about and discourage the local tree rats from lingering about the property while I get dressed/brush my teeth/try to not be psychologically crushed by The Horrors (TM)

Now it's pretty normal for me to find Herschel doing a high-speed yet startlingly efficient MC Hammer Shuffle on his stubby little legs around the base of the large honey Locust tree we have in the middle of the yard so he could keep his face pointed directly up the trunk at something in the canopy, because this his how he tries to herd squirrels.

...but Charlie is usually nearby, cheerfully play-bowing and encouraging the squirrel to come down, nothing bad will happen-!

This time Charleston is nowhere in sight.

I go outside to investigate and Herschel pauses to tackle me about the kneecaps as a greeting before returning to the tree.

Charleston is not behind the garden bins, nor in the side yard.

I am growing concerned, when I hear a telltale guilty scrape of claws above me.

Charleston is on the roof.

I shuffle out to the middle of the yard, until I can make eye contact with him.

He looks down at me, cheerfully wagging his tail, clearly anticipating praise for being such a clever boy.

I at least know how he got up there.

My house has a deck built off the second floor with a set of stairs leading up to it, and a large honey locust tree grows next to it. Part of the roof is easily accessible with a small hop from the deck.

The deck has only a minimal amount of railing ad the roof has none, so I blocked off the stairs with a board that was too high for Herschel, an inveterate explorer and criminal, to jump, but not Charlie.

I didn't worry about this at the time because Charleston is, in fact, The Best Dog In The Universe, and understands that even though he *could* easily jump various barriers, it would be *impolite* of him to do so.

Charleston is Extremely Polite and thus almost never commits any crimes.

...Almost Never.

Charlie has exactly two vices, which aren't even vices because his ancestors were bred for millennia to do these two exact things.

The first is that he is HIGHLY leash aggressive when I'm present (We were both attacked by a St. Bernard the first day I had him and Charlie has decided Strange Dogs Are Not Allowed To Approach Me)

The Second is that he has the Prey Drive From Hell.

He has chased bears and bulls with full murderous intent.

He almost got me arrested because he cut his leash to chase a pronghorn antelope in front of a park ranger.

It is only for the sake of my saftey and pursuit of prey that he will break the rules.

Today, he has his nemesis cornered

Charleston isn't clever the way Herschel is. He's never really explored using his toys as tools, whereas Herschel speedran the early stages of hominid tool use as a puppy. Arwen was a logistical sort of genius who managed to terraform my parent's yard into Rabbit Thunderdome.

Charleston's genius is... psychological.

If the Squirrels see both dogs, they run for the fence, but if they only see Herschel, they run for the tree.

Charlie is much better at tracking and guessing the route his prey might go, so Charlie runs for their preferred escape route of the tree instead of chasing them.

The squirrels compensate by running for the fence, which is farther away in general, but they have a head start on the dogs.

At Some Point, charlie managed to work out that if he stays in the shadows under the deck, the squirrels won't see his mostly-black body, especially when Herschel charges into the sunlight and catches it on his white ruff.

Charleston realized, long before I did, that there is only the ONE branch that overhangs the roof, and therefore if a squirrel runs up the tree, it only has ONE way out of the yard.

The real genius was combining all of the above into the realization that he could let Herschel charge the squirrels, run through the under-deck shadows and up to the deck and roof while the squirrels are distracted, and plant himself on the roof where the squirrels HAVE to land without them seeing him until it was too late.

-And so we stand this morning.

Herschel at the foot of the tree, preventing the squirrel from running back down and heading for the fence

Charleston square in the landing zone on the roof, at the ready

The squirrel paralyzed on the branch between them

...and me, only sort of awake and realizing that I'm probably the dumbest mammal here.

I need to figure out how to disentangle these beasts without anyone getting maimed. Charleston has the blood of his ancestors baying for the flesh of his nemesis in his ears. Herschel is dangerously close to figuring out how to get on the roof himself. The squirrel is contemplating some truly dire Maneuvers, including dropping out of the tree and assaulting me to buy time.

I haven't even had my coffee yet.

"Charleston." I say with a very aggravated sigh. "That's not where dogs go."

Charleston whimpers.

He has Disappointed (TM) me.

A fate worse than death.

He starts to walk back to the deck, but as he takes a step to leave, so does the squirrel, and he is pulled back by millennia of instinct.

This will require. Delicacy.

or delicacies.

"Stay. I'll be right back." I tell the dogs.

I go back into the house, and retrieve The Best Treat.

The Cat's Wet Food.

Both dogs crave this Most Forbidden snack with an irrational passion, and it is usually both out of reach in the cat tree AND defended by Mochi, who rules the dogs with an Iron Paw.

I return to the yard, and open the can in full view of both dogs.

"Charlie?" I call. "Do you want Wet Food?"

He is halfway down the stairs before I can finish the question.

Herschel switches his orbit from the tree to my person, and I have to shuffle to avoid tripping over them as we go back inside and the squirrel flees.

None of this is the new crime.

I go out with them later to pull Yet More Thistles, and a few minutes in, I hear a little 'huff' from Charlie.

I look up, and he's standing on the stairs, paw up to indicate he's going to jump over the barrier board and go right back up there.

You know.

...Unless there is wet food to be had.

The children have figured out how to commit extortion. I text my husband.

They're so smart! Do you think we can set them on the jackasses across the street? My husband asks, ever the practical man.

I'm going back to bed.

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[into-the-milgramverse]

Unpopular opinion

I am actually a fan of T3 Fuuta

[eraserbread]

there's something in the air around you... your husband, nanami, notices it immediately ✧

→ pregnant!reader, panty-sniffer nanami, fingering, mentions of oral, suggestive content

perhaps it's a new perfume, but you never switched from the one he picked out. you've used the same detergent since you were a teenager and match body wash with him.

there hasn't been a change in your lifestyle at all. kento swears he's not crazy...

then, he thinks he might actually be because he's standing in front of the washer with your black silk panties pressed to his nose. you just took them off this morning, so your smell is fresh—mouthwatering—yet different—a good difference.

"ken, i've been dreaming about milk bread from that bakery in-" you're stepping into the room, arms crossed around your traditional robe. you took off your clothes to shower, and now he's nose-deep. "...what are you doing?"

"oh." he replies haphazardly, pretending like he didn't just get caught sniffing your panties. he tosses them in with the rest of the clothes. "yes, dear. milk bread sounds lovely. you know, they do sandwiches too-

"why were you... wait, you're sniffing my panties? are you okay?"

"oh," he repeats, looking down to the contained mess of dark clothes in the drum. "I know... it's odd... i was just wondering why your pheromones have been dipping recently." he turns to you, shutting the washer and leaning against the waist-height appliance. "have you been taking any new medications? no, right? i would know?"

you swallow silence, knowing exactly what he was sensing... and silly you, you know your husband is mystic and observational. you should really tell him about that positive pregnancy test you have hiding in the wardrobe.

now is not that time. you shake your head. "no..."

so, he nods you over. "come here, now. i've been stewing over the matter for a few days."

kento sits you on top of the purring washing machine after he turns it on, giving you a passing kiss as you settle. You still get so flustered with him, and it's heightened right now—you just caught him with a noseful of your most private garments, taking it in like it was flora.

"well, firstly i thought it might've been a new bodywash... but we share."

"mhm." you nod, lips pressing together as he pushes your legs open. under the robe you're completely naked, but the shadow keeps you decent. "'s not the bodywash."

"yes. then, i figured... well, it's more likely to be an internal change. i can smell it waft when you walk by."

"are you saying i stink?"

his eyes get dark. he's staring right into your soul. "no."

you're purring - a steady engine coming to life within you that matches the tremors of the wash cycle. between your thighs, he reaches for your familiar cunt, knowing right where to reach, where he should bypass, and the entirety of your shape. instead of teasing your clit, getting you ready for further stimulation, he slides his thick middle finger inside of you, buried to the hilt.

you take a breath, he cocks an eyebrow. "me smelling you like that... it didn't make you uncomfortable, did it?"

you're shaking your head immediately, reaching a hand to plant on his big, homey shoulder. he's hunching pretty far to get as close as possible, nose trailing over yours when he whispers.

"i don't... i don't even know what that means—mhmf." you squeeze your eyes shut, body twisting as he slips his pointer finger ring-deep inside of you. the shiny metal shocks your soul, twisting at your entrance as his digits stretch you sensually.

then, he chuckles. actually—real, rare. "good. i love you. all of you." he twists his fingers and pulls them out, drinking up your flustered gasps as he brings the glistening pair to his nose, taking a long sniff.

you're reacting like a fish out of water, opening and closing your lips as you try to make sense of it all. before two thoughts can connect, he's dragging those damp fingers to his lips, staring at you hotly as he takes them in his mouth.

he settles on a deep, throaty. "mmm..." cheeks hollowing around them like your taste is his favorite meal. "you're sweeter, too."

[iamnotlookingidonotseeit]

day one million and one of the struggle of whether to come out to my parents or not

[prlssprfctn]

Jason, who starts gaslighting his family members by saying that All Blades were always a thing and that they just didn't take him seriously, once they found out about it.

Bruce, frustrated: If you yielded a magical sword in the past, I would know, Jaylad.

Jason: Jesus fucking Christ, I told you, I don't use it often, since it uses my soul. But I did mention that I have it!

Dick: You did not!

Jason: I said that Robin gives me magic! I said I *am* magic!

Bruce: That's—

Dick: But—

Bruce and Dick, turning to Damian helplessly: Your verdict?

Damian, who got already paid by Jason (price was two sneaked in rabbits): That's true. Mother said Todd had always had them. He only ever was sent to All Caste because he needed to be taught how to use it correctly. Didn't Dulcra say that you were the chosen one, Todd?

Jason, intentionally irritated: Exactly! Thank you.

The rest of the family: ●○●

Bruce, sitting in the Cave, in the middle of his 300th existential crisis: I— If Jason is the chosen one, was I technically wrong in our argument?

Dick: ...I can't believe that this is what takes you to accept that you were wrong, and not the fact that— Dunno, he is your son— And you kinda failed him—

Tim: On the more important note, should we call Jason Harry Potter now or something?

Stephanie, snickering: Jason... You are a wizard!

Bruce, sniffling: He did like these books as a child. Perhaps it was his way to try to tell us the truth.

Dick: Damn... Once we were arguing, and I told him that he had no magic... How foolish I was.

Jason, pressing phone to the shoulder, while cooking: ...And now they are staring at me, like I am about to do the whole Enchantix transformation, lol

Talia: I admit, that's amusing. Damian did a great job at supporting this circus.

Ra's voice on the background: Enchantix? What is it? Had that boy found ANOTHER magical device plot?!

Talia: ...Do you think I am too old to pull the same move you did on my father?

Jason: Nah, it is never too late to trick your dad. Get his ass.

Talia: You are absolutely correct.

Talia, screaming to Ra's: He did, father. It is related to the constant cycle of being brought back alive.

Jason, turning around to Damian, who is playing with rabbits on his couch: Prepare, little gremlin. You are about to testify falsely again, this time to your grandfather.

Damian, snorting: Two golden fish and one parrot.

Jason: I will warn your mother.

Tim, with Excel Chart open: Okay, so we figured out that he has All Blades, strange version of immortality, quick recovery thanks to Pit... What other magic Jason can have we don't know about it yet?

Cassandra: Cooking?

Stephanie: ...I think he is just a normal person, Cass.

Dick: NO, no, listen, it is one thing to cook normally, another to be trusted by Alfred.

Duke: ...You are reaching, guys. I think he is just a good chief.

Bruce: He always makes me laugh.

Tim: That's not— B, no one laughs, but you, so what kind of magic power is that?!

Duke: Listen, y'all, what if he sees ghosts?

Everyone: (pauses)

Stephanie, hitting Tim on the shoulder: WRITE IT DOWN, WRITE IT DOWN—

Tim: I am putting it in the "unclear" column, but good idea, dude.

Alfred, glancing at all of this sceptically: Dear Lord, this family is not your brightest soldiers...

[kismetlotts]

call of duty p-links -`◇´-

♡︎ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴅᴏᴠᴇ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴇᴀᴛ ♡︎

18/21+, MDNI, mature themes

triggering, upsetting and explicit content below

proceed at your own risk ⬏

Simon Ghost Riley

Riding Colleague Simon Riley and watching his cold, harsh exterior shatter, revealing this broken, needy man beneath who almost submits to tears when you finally lock eyes.

Ex boyfriend Simon Riley who spits on his fingers and stuff them inside you when you beg-plead him to stop stalking you and raping you.

Boyfriend Simon Riley who drags you into a random room at a gathering before fucking you hard and trying to stay quiet, he doesn't care that people are in the other room, he doesn't care that someone could walk in because he needed you there and then.

Hopping into the bath with your roommate Simon because you were way too impatient, you needed him inside you desperately- he can just wash his grimy, sweaty, work-orientated body later.

Taxi Driver Simon Riley who cant help but give in to his sick desires as he hops in the back to fuck you, ripping off that skimpy little dress you were wearing and pulling your hair.

Heartbroken best friend Simon who fucks you in the kitchen after sleeping over your house, relieving some of his post break-up blues and stress with the help of your sloppy tight cunt.

Toxic boyfriend Simon who fucks his cock into your mouth when you wouldn't let him in your pussy, making your eyes water and your body twitch in regret.

Sex deprived Husband Simon who breeds you the moment he returns home, he had been loyal to you while away on deployment and he just couldn't contain himself when he finally had the chance to bury himself in your wet gooeyness.

Toxic Boyfriend Simon who fucks you hard to let off all of his steam, spanking, slapping and hitting your body because he was fucking pissed at you and nothing else could calm him down- you deserved it anyway you fucking whore.

Captain John Price

Boss Price who calls you into his office for some steamy cunnilingus when everyone is packing up ready to go home, lapping his teeth around your clit and diving his wet tongue into your greedy hole- let him have a taste, its the least you can do for your boss.

Birthday-boy boyfriend John who walks into the bedroom to see you all wrapped and tied for him, completely at his mercy in white material-prepped and ready for him to use or disrespect.

Stepdad Price stuffing your hole and leashing you up while your mother is away with work, treating you like some stupid fucking bitch and forcing you to do exactly what he tells you since he is in charge and you abide by his rules.

Older boyfriend John who proposes that the two of you start by doing mutual masturbation, he didn't want to scare his young pretty girl off just yet with how rough he can be and his fingers were already itching to feel the inside of your fresh pussy.

Husband Price who fucks you deeper when you beg for it, pounding into you so hard his eyes are shining with pleasure and legs are aching in tiredness, feeling your wetness drip out and coat his dick filling the room with your heavenly squelches- so wet and so fucking feminine.

Friends with benefits John Price who fucking loves watching your arse shake and jiggle with every thrust, he loved your arse in general and was always happy to bite, eat, fuck, taste and finger it- but nothing beats the tasty sight of your cheeks swaying beneath him as he absolutely wrecks you.

Dads best friend Price who fucks you like an animal in heat, if you had taken a second longer to undress your clothes would be ripped to shreds ad hanging off you with how badly he couldn't wait-he didn't even give a shit your heels were still on because he had waited a lifetime to get inside you.

Toxic Husband John who drags you over his lap and toys with you for his own pleasure, smirking to himself when you cry from his spanks and whimper from his fingers- giving his sweet baby a little treat and punishment at the same time because he couldn't understand which one he liked more.

Step dad Price who is way to desperate for you to cum on his fingers, soak his hand in your cum and just to let yourself go, be taken care of and protected by an older male- who cares if it is wrong or not- he just wants his darling daughter to be happy and calm.

Johnny Soap Mactavish

Stalker Johnny who rearranges your guts fast and hard against your bed as soon as he gets his chance, meaty thick cock ramming its way inside with no care as he shamelessly blabbers on how you are his sweet little dove and that he thanks god for giving him this opportunity- you'll never know how badly he actually wanted his hands on you.

Greedy Hook-up Mactavish who makes you squirt just so it feels better for him, your folds leaking and dribbling with your essence but Johnny only cared about the warmth coating and lubricating his tip, making you so sodden it seemed he was sliding into warm, soft, melted, butter.

Best friend Johnny who proves you wrong when you assume hes lying about being able to make any girl cum by just his fingers, dragging you onto his bed and fingering you steadily, mouth salivating in thirst as he watches your cum propel outwards and squirt all over his sheets.

Perverted Boyfriend Johnny who cant stop himself from sucking harshly on your nipples, mind already engrossed with sick fantasies of drinking your milk, you cupping him in your arms and feeding him gently like the good boy he is for you- you'd never find out though, to you he was just teasing your breasts, sucking, pinching and having a little fun, totally normal.

Step Brother Mactavish who fucks you in his room late at night, the pints he'd had previously making him increasingly more open and confident than usual, his tip hitting the spot you craved it to his gaining a small little spank from you and a whisper to keep quiet- you cant let mummy and daddy hear the two of you.

Childhood Best Friend Johnny who fucks you so hard you squirt all over yourself and him, finally seeing him after so many years and letting him fuck your ass had gotten you so excited you couldn't hold yourself back- Johnny wasn't fucking complaining each squirt that shot out of you made him almost cum- fucking your tight hole on the brink of orgasm, he never would've guessed you were capable of that.

Perverted neighbour Johnny who invites himself in to show you just how trained his tongue is, guiding it all over your thighs and pussy, working you easily and calmly it has your eyes watering in delight.

Simons best friend Johnny who fucks you in Simons bedsheets, thick dick filling you up more than his ever could until your left a collapsed mess in ecstasy, the scent of your boyfriend on the duvet and the groans coming from his best mate sent guilt straight to your stomach but it was already overwritten by pleasure- Disgusting fucking tramp sleeping with other guys and enjoying it.

Kyle Gaz Garrick

Boyfriend Kyle who just wants to feel your soft lips on his monster cock, he would never force you to do anything you didn't want to do and it would be silly to ask you to suck him- but could you please at least spit over the tip or maybe just lick it a little?

Roommate Gaz who cant survive the day without a morning quickie, your arse bouncing right in front of him and hole lustfully swallowing his juicy dick gets him in the perfect mindset for his hard work, morning television roaring in the background as you both chase your orgasms- you don't mind, do you?

Boyfriend Kyle who fucks you as fast as he can the second he hears 'faster' spew from your glossy lips, his stamina and pace unmatchable and sometimes you feel like you're about to explode with how powerful he is, Kyles a sweetheart but he isn't always so soft, slow and romantic- the man can fuck like a king.

Husband Kyle who has an obsession with filling your stomach with his massive cock, seeing the thick outline of himself through your skin deep in your stomach stirred something up inside him, fucking you harder and harder sometimes you bleed from his accidental roughness, it set him alight watching it bulge- made his savage side snap into action.

Konig

Obsessive stalker Konig who watches your window as you shower and finally builds up enough courage to join and fuck you in it one day, picking you up from behind and slipping inside your warm homey hole, drool falling from his mouth and onto your shoulder as you cried, he didn't understand why you were so adamant for him to get off of you and stop making love to you, it was no big deal- if he made you dirty and sweaty again he will just help you wash again.

Step Brother Konig who rapes you while you sleep and accidentally creampies your hole once you wake up and whimper, he didn't mean to cum honestly, he whispers apologies and a long string of worried 'fucks' as he pulls apart your cheeks watching his semen leak out of you- please don't be angry at him.

Boyfriend Konig who makes sure to use three or four of his fingers to stretch you out and prepare you for his cock, its just that big- he will kiss you on the cheek, licking away your salty tears of pain while he fucks his fingers until you, it is only a matter of time until you grow accustomed to the feeling- it will only hurt for a little more you just have to trust him.

Perverted Boyfriend Konig who fucking loses it when he sees you in your cute innocent frilly little panties, not being able to hold back his groans and his cum as he absolutely saturated them, painting them white- it is okay though, he promises to buy you a new pair- only if you let him keep these used ones- for personal reasons of course.

Brothers best friend Konig who selfishly ruts against your clothed pussy at night, breathing heavily and shaking as his precum soaks through the cotton of your panties, the room pitch black from the darkness aside from your lamp and he was supposed to be sleeping next door on the floor with your brother but here he was- sick look in his pleasure-ridden eyes as he looks down at you- whispering for you to just go back to sleep- he promises he wont go inside.

Philip Graves

Boss Graves who spanks your ass repeatedly when you disobey his orders, you work for him and you do exactly what he fucking says- there should be no 'Why's or 'No's it is 'Yes Sir' or else you are staying behind at the end of the day, and trust him when he says he will not be letting you leave until he is satisfied that you have learnt your lesson.

Toxic Boyfriend Philip who honestly does not give a fuck if you are tired or not, he will touch you, eat you, fuck you and rape you if he has to because to be in a relationship with him is an honour that you are taking for granted- he will treat you however he wants- at the end of the day your just a piece of pussy.

Boyfriend Philip who loves your perfect little nipples, he loves squeezing them, pinching them- sucking, biting- you name it and he loves it, he loves when you were silly little tank tops around the house that shows them pointing through and he loves when you let him cum on them- the minute he come face to face with your breasts and nipples, its like the world melts away.

Manipulative, Insane Boss Graves who hates when you crawl away from him and his hard cock- you know you want it, he can see it in your big doe eyes, its fuels him with rage when you cry and threaten to report him if he puts it inside you so he threatens your job back, promising you that if you ever told anyone or reported him that he would come for you and no matter how fast you tried to escape that he would always outrun you.

Husband Graves who upsets you during an argument so he decides to tug your panties down and fuck you in all the ways you love just before bed, his breath hot on your neck and sweat forming under both of your pyjamas from how fast his cock was entering you- the music of your panting and the scent of sex in the air made it safe to say neither of you got much sleep but at least he is back in your good books.