#i just kinds watched and then pissed my pants or something idk

[mintaikk]

I love how everyone has that defining moment in their childhood when they first realized/saw that the opposite sex has different looking genitals. I never had that moment because no one in my preschool knew how to shut the God damn doors when pissing

[svtiddiess]

Ok idk if ur comfortable with this if no it’s okay. So I see a lot of reactions of threesomes and who would be with who and how it would work out between the boys. but what instead of a threesome it was a cuckhold situation. What boy would be paired with who how would the vibes work out and is it a one time thing something to happen frequently like once a month? Kind of similar somewhat different 

Cuckolding With SVT

Genre: smut, reactions, one shot, established relationship

Pairing: SVT x afab!reader

Warnings: smut, explicit language, cucking, penetrative sex, oral (fem receiving), squirting, threesomes, cumming on pants, voyeurism, exhibitionism, mentions of alcohol, lemme know if I missed anything!

Rating: mature

Word count: approx 800

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Joshua

Joshua would 100% allow Jeonghan to ravage his girl. He would sit there with a smug look on his face and watch as Jeonghan has his way with you. But he won’t be quiet; he’d make snarky comments and throw in some insults as well; "How's my pretty girl doing? Is Jeonghan being mean to you? You want his cock? Eyes on me beautiful, let me see your pretty fucked out face as you cum....or not.” Jeonghan would feed off of this and would throw in some insults of his own. They both would be SO MEAN. Endless teasing from the both of them. You would either cum a lot or not cum at all, no in between. This would be such a frequent thing as well; he doesn’t mind sharing you with Jeonghan and watching you get fucked by him.

Seungcheol

Seungcheol would also have Jeonghan over, but with him, it’ll only be done when he wants to punish you. Been acting up lately? Well, time to call Jeonghan and watch you get absolutely destroyed by him. He sits legs spread, smirk on his face, and whiskey in hand as he watches you. And Jeonghan’s so much more meaner than Seungcheol so you’ll definitely be sobbing and begging by the end of it. But he wouldn't want another man getting his woman to finish, so he'd most likely grab you and growl, "You only get to finish on my cock", right before pushing in. And Jeonghan would get to stroke himself till he cums.

Minghao

Mingyu is the one who suggested the whole idea to Minghao; after a bit of convincing, Minghao decided to give it a shot. He didn’t think he would get so hot and bothered by it, but boy, was he wrong. Mingyu would see how riled up Minghao was getting, so he’d make sure to put on a good show for him. And boy, does Mingyu love putting on a show. He’d make you cum over and over again, drawing out moans and whimpers. He’d also manage to make you squirt, completely soaking the bed. As Minghao is slightly possessive of his girl, this wouldn’t be a frequent thing, but if he feels like spicing up the sex life, Mingyu would be on speed dial.

Seungkwan

Seungkwan and Hoshi’s relationship in this situation will be…odd. This whole thing stemmed from an argument. To prove a point, Hoshi would go back to Seungkwan’s place, eat you out, and make you cum as many times as possible as Seungkwan watches. After the first time it happened, they concluded that every time they argue it must end with Hoshi eating you out for hours, no questions asked. And Hoshi just NEEDS to piss off Seungkwan even more, so you know he’s gonna make you cum until you pass out just by using his tongue. And Seungkwan just loves seeing you fall apart again and again. You look so angelic as you plead with Hoshi to stop, but you know he’s not gonna be stopping any time soon. So if Hoshi and Seungkwan get into an argument, just know that it’s gonna be a long night :)

Jeonghan

Jeonghan wanted to teach Dino how to treat a woman right, and what better way to teach than to give a hands-on experience? He’d invite Dino over to ‘teach him the ropes’ by letting him have a taste of you. But it turns out Dino was the one pulling the ropes. Dino proves he’s no novice; he makes you cum over and over again until you’re screaming his name. Jeonghan would be impressed and very turned on with the way your face contorted in pleasure as Dino pounds into you. But Jeonghan being Jeonghan would never admit that Dino fucks you better than he does, so he keeps on inviting Dino over to ‘teach’ him when in fact, he just wants to watch you get fucked by Dino.

Wonwoo

Wonwoo sees the way you flirt with Jun; he’s not dumb; he knows that you’re into him, and he sees the way that Jun flirts back, too. Wonwoo isn’t really into watching his girl get fucked by another dude, but he’s way too whipped for you not to allow your dreams to come true. He talked to Jun about it, and it was intended to be a one-time thing only, but with the way he sees you writhing under Jun, he’s not too sure he wants it to be a one-time thing. The way Jun fucks you as you moan Jun’s name and look directly at Wonwoo has him palming himself through his jeans. He’d cum in his pants without even realising it; he’d never admit it, though (but it’s pretty obvious with the way his jeans are stained). He’s inviting Jun over more often than he initially thought, not because he’s into it or anything; it’s only cause he wants you to be happy…right?

[luvyeni]

MINI SKIRT; YANG JEONGIN

pairings. yang jeongin x female reader

wc. 2.1k (i blacked out and it came out this long idk)

warnings. jealous jeongin, brat taming, fingering, oral (m recieving), face fucking, facial, unprotected sex, hair pulling, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, breeding kink, degradation kink.

synopsis. jeongin is trying to remain the sane secure boyfriend, but you decided to wear the worlds most shortest skirt to dinner and he can't stand the way jisung is looking at you.

jeongin sighed for what felt like the hundredth time, looking down at his phone while he waited for you to get ready. "babe, we're gonna be late, channie hyung is already texting me."

"don't get upset, I'm finished jeez."

"how do i look?" he lifted his head, eyes almost falling out of the sockets. "do i look pretty?"

of course you did, you looked fucking stunning, but the skirt was bothering him just a bit... it was too fucking short in his opinion.

"of course you do, you look fucking hot." He wrapped his arms around your waist. "but isn't this skirt just a bit too short." He played with the hems of it.

"i read somewhere that a skirt should be the size of a belt." you played with the nape of his neck. "who told you that?"

"paris hilton." he wish you stayed off of tiktok.

"babe, i'm being serious, i don't want them to look at you, you're mine." you smiled, you liked when he got like this... it was kind of a turn on, when he got possessive.

"innie, i really like this skirt, besides i don't see them like that, i only see you" you kissed him.

"i.only.want.you." you spoke in between kisses. "i'm yours."

"well now i don't want to go, let's tell them we can't go, and stay here." his hands began to get lower and lower. "what do you say?"

"chan is gonna kill you if you don't show up, let's go."

"you look good ＿." Jeongin watched jisungs eyes travel up and down your body, stopping right at your bare thighs. "hyung, watch your eyes."

"sit down." you pulled him down, muttering a thank you to the boy.

"stop it." you whispered in his ear. "he's staring at your legs like he has x-ray vision and can see your underwear through the skirt."

"i'm not wearing any." you smirked, turning around, attention on something else.

that pissed him off, the entire lunch he was salty as hell, watching you interact with the guys, he just could help but imagine you bending over, and his friends could see your bare fucking ass on display.

"jeongin?" you snapped him out of his angry daze. "i said watch my things, i'm going to use the bathroom." you got up, making your way to the bathroom.

"you're such a supportive boyfriend." jisung spoke once you were out of earshot. "if my girlfriend wore something like that in front of you guys, i think i would go crazy."

he was going crazy, he was. "what are you talking about?" he tried to remain calm.

"he's calling your girlfriend hot." he wished seungmin would keep his mouth shut sometimes. "he's not wrong."

that damn kim seungmin.

"both of you stop that." chan intervened. "jeongin isn't like that, he's not the jealous type." seungmin scoffed, pissing the boy off just a bit more.

"like he wears the pants in his relationship, probably didn't have a say." his ears turned red with both embarrassment and anger.

"what are we talking about?" you sat back down, kissing his cheek with a smile.

"nothing." Felix quickly reverted the conversation back to something else.

"oh okay." you turned to jeongin, noticing his sour mood. "innie, you okay?" you grabbed his hand.

"＿ has work in the morning, so we have to get going." he grabbed your purse for you, standing up.

you were so confused, because you definitely told him you had the day off the next day. "uh- see you guys at practice tomorrow, ＿ let's go."

you stood up, saying your goodbyes to everyone. "it was nice to see you guys." before you could even get the word out, jeongin was dragging you out the door.

he opened the door, gesturing for you to get in. "get in now." you got in, and he slammed the door, walking to the drivers side, climbing in.

"lift up your skirt." you were taken a back. "what are you- lift up your skirt, now." his voice deepened.

"you said you weren't wearing a underwear, i want to see, i want to see if you'd actually slut yourself out like that." of course you had underwear on, you weren't stupid, but the way he was talking to you, you kind of wanted to see how far you can get him to go.

"i was just-" you were cut off by him taking it upon himself flipping your skirt up, blue panties on display. "joking."

He scoffed, tongue against his cheek. "seeing me pissed off must get you off huh? turn you on?" he slapped your thigh, a whimper slipping through your mouth.

"spread your legs, let me see how turned on you are." you slowly opened your legs, only for him to spread them faster. "so wet, and for what? was pissing me off in front of my friends a turn on, hmm? answer me." you nodded.

"i know it does, my girl is such a nasty slut, you're in for it when we get home." he slapped your thighs once more.

the ride home felt like hours, and jeongin slipping his hands in between your thighs to rile you up, just to remove his hand did not help at all.

you finally made it back to your shared apartment, immediately being pushed up against the door, a pleasure but slightly pained moan broke the silence. "my friends questioned my authority, because you wanted to show out and wear this skirt." he played with the hem of your skirt like he did earlier.

"jisung-hyung found you so hot though, couldn't keep his eyes off you, bet you he's gonna jerk off to thought of you later." he growled in your ears. "i bet that turns you on, one of my friends fisting their fucking hard on to the thought of my girlfriend."

you probably should've just said no, but your bratty side was definitely trying to get you in trouble.

"it wouldn't be horrible thought to have." you were used to jeongins smile , but the smile on his face this time... it was something sinister about it, you knew you were in trouble.

his hand tangled in your hair, yanking on it hard. "i see, you want to be fucked until your brain is turned to mush, okay, go to the fucking room." he let your hair go.

you scrambled to you guys room, jeongin following behind you, laughing at how pathetic you look.

"they think you're the dominant one in this relationship." he scoffed, pushing you down on the bed. "i wish they could see how much of a submissive whore you're being right now." the way he was talking to you had you rubbing your thighs together to get relief.

"fucking stop." he gripped your jaw. "so busy trying to get off, did i say you could?"

"no- then stop." he smiled when he saw your legs stop moving. "good girl, you did one thing right for once." you really hope he didn't hear the whimper you let out.

he unbuckled his belt, pulling his pants and underwear down. "suck me off, maybe i'll cum on your pretty face." He gripped the base of his cock, tapping the tip of his dick on your lips, his pre-cum dripping on to your lips.

"open your fucking mouth." he pushed past your parted lips, sighing in pleasure. "come on, you know what to do, suck."

you grabbed his cock, bobbing your head up and down, jerking off the parts you couldn't fit into your mouth.

"s..shit, do it the right way, all the way." he pushed your head down, the way you swallowed around his cock, made him throw his head back. "mmm- fuck!- keep sucking."

he grabbed the back your head, holding your head all the way on his cock for a few seconds, before pulling you off.

"look at you, a mess." he wiped the drool that was on your chin. "i'm gonna fuck your face."

he positioned his cock back at your lips, pushing it in, before thrusting in and out, fucking your throat. "fucking hell~ your little throat is taking me so well, my good whore." he said in between thrust, abusing your throat.

"o..oh fuck! fuck i'm gonna cum!" he pulled out, tugging at his cock a few times, before ropes of his cum shot out, painting your face with his cum.

"shit, you look good, like this." he wipe some of his cum with his thumb, putting it to your lips, "open your mouth." he slid his finger in. "suck." you closed around his finger, sucking.

"fucking nasty, i love it."

"take your top off." you lifted the shirt off, tits spilling out of the shirt. "such pretty tits." he pinched your nipples.

"j..jeongin."

"should i just cum on these? hmm, not give you any relief?" he grabbed both of your tits. "n..no, no please."

he laughed, mockingly. "no? i shouldn't, you think you deserve it? to cum?" he slowly got on his knees. "your panties are drenched, cumming on your face really got you this wet." He mocked.

"p..please." tears wielded in your eyes as he slowly pulled your panties down your legs.

he kissed the inside of your thighs, leaving little red marks. "you smell so fucking good." he gave your clit little kisses.

"j..jeongin- oh my fucking god!" you screamed, as he dove in, licking your folds, eating you like he hadn't just eaten before.

"fuck!" you grabbed his hair, but he pulled alway. "did i say touch me?" he slapped your thighs. "No." you whimpered.

"rhen don't." he continued his abuse on your pussy, you gripped the sheets trying not to touch him so he wouldn't stop.

heongin knew you were about to cum, he could feel you clenching around his tongue. "you're gonna cum?" he slid a finger in.

"y..yes."

right before you could go over the edge, he pulled his finger out. "w..why?" Your voice cracked, making him smile with that sinister smile he had once before.

"you thought you were gonna to cum that easily." He mocked, standing up. "lay on the bed, keep the skirt on." He took his clothes off.

hovering above you, rubbing your clit slowly. "i'm gonna fuck you in the skirt since you like it so much, cum all over it and mess it up." he bumped his cock against your clit.

"p..please, please just do what you want, do anything."

"anything?" he slid right in. "your pussy is so wet, I just slid right in." he pulled out, slamming back in.

"fuck!" you screamed as he began to assault your pussy with his sharp, harsh thrust.

"funally got — shit — what you wanted all along, to be fucked like a slut." he groaned, watching your tits bounce from his thrust.

you on the other hand, you couldn't speak, mind going completely fuzzy as you clenched around his cock. "s..shit, you're squeezing me."

"you're going to cum? go a head, cum." That's all you needed, cumming hard around him.

"s..shit, you made such a mess on my cock." He continued on with his harsh thrust.

"s..sensitive."

"i said you can cum, i never said i was gonna stop." he said, leaving a kiss on your forehead before resuming his pace.

"jisung wishes he could feel you like this, see you like this, a stuttering mess covered in cum." he was letting his jealousy get the better of him again. "the way he was eye fucking you earlier, you could see it in his eyes."

"but he can't, can he? because you're mine right, only mine to fuck." you were such a blubbering nonsense.

"fucked you so dumb, only I can do this to you, fuck you until there's nothing on your mind but my cock." you nodding, tears finally coming down your face.

"yes! yes only you." you were sobbing now.

"i..i can't- i'm gonna cum, please." he rubbed your clit. "f-fuck! me too, you're gonna let me fill you up huh? fuck you full?"

"yes, yes please!"

"cum, now." one flick to your clit sent you over board.

"fuck !" your eyes rolled to the back of your head, shaking as you came.

"fuck!" one thrust, two, three, and he was cumming, filling your hole with his seed.

he stilled himself, breathing heavily against each other. "are you with me?" he was back to his smiley self.

"you did so good." he ran his hands through your messy hair. "so good, i'm gonna pull out out of you now." he slowly pulled out, watching his seed slowly drip out of you.

"i'm gonna go run you a bath okay." he got up, making his way into your bathroom. "come on."

he helped you up, into the bathroom, cleaned you and himself up, before bringing you back into the room.

putting you to bed, he climbed in after getting dressed. "please don't wear the skirt next time we go out with them." you grabbed his face. "why are you jealous?"

"yes, and the next time i may actually fuck you in front of them, especially jisung."

©️LUVYENI

[slashsrealgf]

Needy

a/n: im pretty sure this kind of cockwarming like sleeping with someones dick inside u is dangerous and u can get like a yeast infection or something?? so like dont try it xx also this is my first fic and im really just diving in head first w smut and its cringe. enjoy ★

warnings: smut, cockwarming, semi-public, p in v, squirting, hickeys, i dont think theres anything else its sex idk

You woke up from your nap in Slash's bunk in the tour bus. You sit up groggily, then see Slash sitting next to you. He smiles when he sees that you're awake. "Have a nice nap?" You smile and nod, "yeah, although i do miss my own bed," you reply with a slight frown.

Slash leans closer and whispers in your ear, "You know what I'm in the mood for?" You look up at him, "Slash, no! Don't you remember how pissed Axl got last time?" Slash whines, "please? We've been on tour for two months and we haven't had any time together. I'm starting to lose my mind!" You sigh, "I know, but I don't wanna get into trouble again... Axl was really pissed off last time, and it wasn't even because of the noise! We made a huge mess!" Slash frowns and whines.

You knew how needy Slash already was, but when he went a long time without fucking you or getting off, he only got needier.

He sat pouting for a while, then a wide smile spread across his face, "I've got an idea..." You look over at him with a worried look, "oh no..." He moves around the bunk, then starts to take off his pants.

Your eyes widen, "Slash, what the hell are you doing!?" You asked, whisper yelling because you knew the others were asleep. He kicks his pants off and pumps his already hard cock a few times, then looks up at you, "sit on it?" You stare at him as though he were crazy, "are you insane?" Slash frowns, "you don't even have to do anything! Just sit on it and then we can go to sleep! Please?" He was practically begging at this stage.

You sigh, knowing there would be no changing his mind, and besides, you kind of liked the idea too. Even though you weren't as needy as him, you still hadn't been touched in a long time, and this was better than nothing.

"Fine," you say, with a hint of annoyance.

His eyes light up as he watches you pull your shorts off, then your panties. You grab onto his shoulders and lower yourself onto his cock. He grabs your waist, guiding you down. You let out a slightly loud moan, but Slash presses a hand over your mouth, "Baby, you need to be quiet." You gaze up at him and nod.

He takes his hand away when you're fully seated, then he shifts the two of you so that you can both sleep. You look up at him and feel a wave of excitement wash over you as you realise that you're going to sleep with Slash buried deep inside you.

You start giggling. Slash raises an eyebrow, "what's so funny?" You keep giggling, "this." Slash looks down at you, "how is this funny?" He asks, confused. "Because we're not supposed to be doing it." He sighs but smiles, "we aren't making any noise, and we won't make any messes, so we're not doing anything wrong."

Eventually, your giggles start to die down, and Slash falls asleep first with his arm draped over your waist. You stare at his face for a while, admiring how peaceful he looks when he sleeps. Then you hear footsteps, and you panic, pulling the blanket up over the bottom half of both of you.

Axl pulls the curtain of your bunk open and looks down at the two of you. He could tell Slash wasn't wearing pants, and you weren't wearing a top or bra, so he had his suspicions. "What are you two doing?" You look over your shoulder at him, acting innocent, "we're going to sleep? What are you doing?" He glares at you, still not convinced, "why is Slash naked? And why don't you have a top on?"

You roll your eyes at his ridiculous questions, even though he had every right to be suspicious. "I'm too warm, and Slash usually sleeps naked. Is that really shocking?"

Axl glares at both of you for a second, "I guess not, but you better not be doing anything like last time. I like spending my money on stuff for the band, not on trying to get your mess out of the carpet." You roll your eyes again and wave him away, "yeah, yeah, we get it. Now go away!"

Axl sighs and pulls the curtain closed again, then goes to his own bunk. You look back at Slash, who was still asleep. You nuzzle your head into his neck and slowly start to fall asleep.

When the tour was finally finished, the band was on their way back to L.A. Slash was the most excited. The entire journey back, all he could think about was getting off, whether it was with or without you.

When the two of you finally got back home, he practically shoved you inside the house and into the kitchen, not even bothering to lock the door. He lifts you onto the island in the kitchen and starts kissing your jaw and down your neck, "fuck, I've missed you so much..."

You giggle, "I was with you through the whole tour?" He pulls your top and bra off and grabs your chest, "and I didn't get to see these once, or your pretty little pussy." You turn red and laugh nervously, "they're not that great..."

Slash looks up at you, "are you fucking kidding me?" He says, sounding slightly offended. You frown, "what?"

Slash doesn't reply. Instead, he starts unbuttoning your jeans and pulling them down, followed by your panties. You lift your hips slightly to help him. He takes his own leather pants off, pumping his hard cock a few times before lining it up with your entrance.

He pushes into you in one swift motion. You gasp and grab onto his shoulders, "fuck!"

He smirks and starts to slowly thrust into you. He leans forward and starts kissing your neck. You wrap your arms around him, soft whines and moans leaving your lips. He starts to increase the pace, thrusting faster. Your moans start getting louder and needier.

"Fuck! Slash! Please...don't stop, don't stop," you cry out. He reaches down and starts circling your clit with his thumb, "oh baby, I'm not stopping any time soon." You moan louder at the increased pleasure on your clit. Slash leans down and starts sucking on your neck and collarbone, leaving dark purpleish hickeys all over your skin.

The kitchen fills with the sound of your loud moans and Slash's grunts and low moans. You arch your back, feeling yourself getting closer and closer. Slash could tell you were close, feeling your walls tighten around him.

"Fuck! I-I'm gonna cum! Please! Don't stop!" Slash smirks, "cum for me, baby" he says, gripping onto your hips to hold you in place.

You moan loudly, and your eyes roll to the back of your head as you squirt all over his dick. It doesn't take long for him to finish inside you. He pulls out and looks down at you, "you okay, Princess?" You look up at him with lidded eyes and nod lazily. He chuckles softly and picks you up, and carries you to the bathroom.

You rest your head on his shoulder, feeling exhausted and barely able to register being set down on the counter or the cold washcloth between your legs.

Once he's satisfied you're clean, he picks you back up and carries you into your shared bedroom. He sets you down on the bed and goes over to your shared dresser and grabs a clean pair of panties for you, knowing you feel more comfortable wearing them when you go to sleep. He slips them on you, then sits down beside you.

"Are you okay? Do you want any food or water before you go to sleep?" You smile and shake your head. He smiles and kisses your forhead, then pulls you close, "get some rest, darling."

[meeks-just-wants-to-scroll]

Micah x Javier x bill is so weird but im so curious, what do they think of each other?? Who’s big spoon and who’s little spoon?? Is it an actual ship or what???????

“Is this an actual ship” made me laugh a bit. Idk! You can put names together and call that a ship in my mind.

Opinions of each other:

- overall, dislike each other but the shared experience of being socially unsupported gay/queer men brings them together.

- Javier -> Bill: out of the two, he has the least beef with Bill. He tolerates Bill’s lack of tact and at worst he’ll punish Bill for being an asshole to him. Javier will lend Bill some patience; talk with him and ask how he is.

Javier likes making light jabs at Bill, which sometimes go over his head or land and annoy him. Whatever pairing they have going on, Javier gets a kick out of prodding Bill. He has no fear of Bill’s retaliation because Javier knows he could out smart or out maneuver Bill. ♥️ he likes his men a little doofy. (Maybe that’s why he and John are friends).

- Javier -> Micah: this is a curious pair because you’d think Javier would hate Micah, but Javier tolerates Micah enough to not initiate squabbles with him. It’s only when Micah prods him with insults/racism that Javier won’t hesitate to knock him down a few pegs.

They work well on missions and can be amicable when drunk. Watch the camp interaction of them drinking together, they’re a giggly duo. Javier is the listener to Micah’s yapping.

- Bill -> Javier: hard for him to admit it but he does respect Javier. Bill being ever the social shrimp doesn’t know how to go about it so he kind of loudly (and embarrassingly) blabbered about how Javier is so intimidating and makes grown men piss their pants.

His anger in life is misdirected outwards and Javier gets caught in the crossfires because of Bill’s racism and swiftness to pick at any pickable part of Javier’s person.

Though they have ups and downs (many downs), Javier does save Bill from bounty hunters and would even do it alone. Javier has saved Bill’s ass too many times to count. This further builds on the respect and debt Bill feels he has towards Javier.

He has periods of emotional maturity and is like “heeeeyyy, so I was an asshole and drunk and I don’t actually mean what I said. I’m just a god damn fool and I say things I don’t actually mean and I don’t know why—“ and Javier just waves him and says it’s fine, and do not get himself so worked up.

- Bill -> Micah: Bill doesn’t get micah but Micah has flirted with him enough times to tell Bill something is up. He is desperate for validation and attention and if Micah, the asshole who eggs on his hot head, is the one who offers it then so be it.

When they have a common goal and aren’t bickering, they’re pretty good as a pair on missions. Micah complains how Bill lacks tactic and speed, meanwhile Bill complains Micah lacks patience and foresight.

I’ll just say it. They both want their dicks sucked so bad. They are desperate and they are staring each other in the eyes because they’re the only two men who drop hints of being gay (Javier is good at hiding his queerness; it goes over Bill’s head).

- Micah -> Bill: like Javier, he prods at Bill except instead of harmlessly, Micah actually tries to get a reaction.

Micah and Bill get along when drunk but instead of micah talking and the other listening, they both sort of talk drunkenly. Bill understands the conversation even less than when sober, but he is far more honest when drunk and more capable of being vulnerable. Pair that with Micah being drunk and you get a combo that leads to a gay admission of needing some sugar.

Micah also just likes Bill’s laugh… he likes hearing Bill make a fool of himself. And Micah makes a fool of himself too so it’s not so imbalanced.

- Micah -> Javier: they spit and bicker. Micah sees through Javier’s fancy clothes and sees a vain man who clings to authority for guidance in life and value in his person. Micah is similar and hates seeing that reflected. Again, misplaced anger.

When drunk tho, Micah is so much kinder to Javier. While micah is in no real debt to Javier nor is he especially amazed by Javier’s skills, he can see him as one of the guys who can take his insults and not immediately walk off. He likes a man who can take rough treatment and still punch back (it’s hot).

There is so much sexual tension when drunk. Micah tried to be intimidating and get in Javier’s space, but Javier doesn’t back down and it means they’re now just close together and drunkenly whispering and hot in the face. Kiss already.

- The Triad (F of a Feather): I bet the three of them were camped out on a mission one time and got to talking while alone. Assume they all had some sort of sexual tension before this point on their own individual pairs. Now they’re eyeing each other like it’s a stand-off… they all thinking “I’m the weirdo here for having fantasies about the others. I’m such a perv.” Little do they know that they are ALL desperate closeted gay men!

Cuddle politics:

Javier is spooned by Bill or Micah.

Micah is spooned by Bill.

The other two can try and spoon Bill but it’s hard. It turns into laying on Bill’s chest.

They rarely cuddle as a trio. They are a polycule but look like pairs and then one third wheel. (they wouldn’t call themselves a polycule or a couple. Idk what they’d call it. It’s just an agreement they have that they are all hungry for the other and there is no jealousy to be had because “none of us are dating.”)

Who is the pair and who is the wheel changes and had no cycle. Micah is most likely to go off on his own and leave Javier and bill to be bromance buddies.

And that’s roughly what I have. It’s a lot.

[redspacegirl]

UPP OC BACKSTORY AND STUFF TIME!!! (plus occasional doodles)

plenty of this is spitballing, so i haven't fully cemented anything. it's all a bunch of yapping, so I'll put a tldr at the bottom to explain it in simpler terms lol. anyways,,,

Oakley moved to Deadwood when she was about 12. Right before the beginning of her 7th grade year. I feel like she definitely went down the fnaf to ghost hunting pipeline. I don't even know if that's a real pipeline, but it was for me. So she basically knew all the terms and stuff.

from what i can tell, upp was just a bunch of kids that liked ghost hunting, though ive seen the idea of all the kids in upp having ghost themed powers, kinda like wiwis but not as,,, wiwi. ill talk more about it later.

Despite knowing a bit about ghost hunting, Oakley would never have done it before. She lived in a highly populated area, not too far from the coast and one of Prime's big cities (I'm thinking near new haven, but NH might not be on the coast). There weren't any super old buildings in bike-riding distance for Oakley to explore. Plus one big thing with ghost hunting is that you dont! go! alone! (i'm really really tempted to make a post on how will maybe did this and it lead to him falling off a cliff. idk). Anyways, she's very skeptical of the actual existence of ghosts. This is one of the times I'm pulling out of my own life for that. If you've ever watched Buzzfeed Unsolved, she's Shane. She does think ghost hunting is very cool, however. (it makes sense to me, as a person who is a skeptic irl)

As I said earlier, she moved right before the beginning of 7th grade. She moved with her mom to live with her nana. There's a couple reasons for this. 1) Ol' nana silvia was up there in age, her mom wanted to keep an eye on her an all that. 2) If you can imagine, rent prices right outside of New Haven are expensive as fuck. And nothing beats the 2 acre backyard that Oakley's mother, Mae, grew up with. Like,,, sure the place was a little freaky, but that's most old places anyways.

So they move. Oakley is lowkey highkey pissed about the move. She understands, mostly, but she *really* doesn't want to move, obviously. Aside from the fact that she'd be leaving her friends behind, she's been on plenty of trips to Deadwood. That place is freaky. Mae convinces her that it's not really that bad, the house is old, it just needs some renovating.

obviously thats not the case. oakley continues being pretty much oblivious to the ghosts, blaming it on some weird noises or something until she finally comes face to face with one.

for my ideas on the whole ghost sight stuff. I like the idea that being able to see ghosts, even a little bit, is somewhat common in Deadwood. an idea i thought was funny is that Oakley could just,,, hear the ghosts *really* well. hence why she can be such a skeptic while everyone else is like "WHAT THE FUCK IS THTATTTTTT". otherwise, her being a ghost beacon would be really funny. like she walks in a room and the ghosts in said room are able to interact with people/objects or talk more. finally, she could just have normal sight idk.

Around the current point in PD, she's just graduated high school. I think she ended up staying in town for one reason or another. I have a few ideas. I think by the time she graduated, she still didn't fully know what she wanted to do, hence why she stayed home. She's currently 19 ish, taking college courses online while she keeps and eye on her mother and the nearby ghosts. She probably still hangs around the upp who stayed around. Probably will come up with more stuff in the future.

OTHER STUFF: -She skateboards, though Deadwood is a lot of gravel roads, so it's kind of difficult -draws a bunch. if you didn't see my other post about her, she draws on her pants and whatnot. -she paints her nails on occasion before forgetting about them and letting them chip before she repaints them months later -she was that kid that always said "im leaving this town right after i graduate." (me core) -indecisive as hell -can be pretty sarcastic, to the point it gets annoying sometimes. she tones it down as she gets older.

TLDR: Girl with ghost sight moves to live with her grandma in 7th grade, realizes she has some sort of ghost sight, shenanigans ensue.

[totalfknloser]

Idk if it's I'm being asking way too early from the last request , but how about a list about Zack , Brodie , Dion and Giles green and red flags ? Like a top who has more ? ( ahem , it's way too obvious who but let's keep the mystery )

You're writing is awesome 🤟

LMAO THANK YOU SO MUCH THIS IS SO FUNNY LOL but tbh idk who has more red flags?? zakk is a meanie pants and i feel giles would be.. interesting.. dion would just be kind of nervous and brodie is completely just 😻 i think it would be zakk tho cause well it’s zakk but he’s hot soooo..

.☠︎︎. ⚂ .⛧.♫.

♫ BRODIE! MY SWEET BEAUTIFUL BRODIE! (can you tell i like Brodie a lot?) i feel that Brodie would be a very normal boyfriend and person, just a little weird because as a metalhead myself i can confirm metalheads are a little weird in their own each way. Brodie is a very sweet boy and i feel like he has very little red flags to none. i think his green flags would be that he can cook and take care of himself (i headcanon this because of his parents cause don’t kill me if i’m wrong but considering his dad is i think.. dead? and his mom is a crazy bitch, i think he learnt to care for himself pretty fast.), he’s, as i always say, a total softie who’s a wonderful boyfriend, he’s a calm person to be around other than, well, when there is like a zombie demon thing apocalypse, and other yk, good boyfriend type shit. I think his red flags wouldn’t be too red and more beige or barely a red flag. I think Brodie’s little things would be like he’s not too into actual skincare and just does basic things like wash his hair and use soap and stuff, but he still has like dirt under his nails sometimes and picks at his acne n shit. but i believe he would be more than happy to have you care for him for him lol. i also think he would be sorta lazy and be pretty messy, but blah blah, basically he’s a good boy.

☠︎︎ second on our not that red to bright vermillion flags is Dion. Dion is like, overly a nerd. which isn’t a bad thing, i love me a sweet nerdy boy. Dion has little things too like idk picked his nose till 7th grade in middle school, or watches too much porn but not to an addiction, just more random little things. much like Brodie, he’s a good boy. but until you as a lover would get him to open up to being a little more used to what love is like, he wouldn’t do very much to keep up the relationship lmao, he just loves being around you. Dion is very sweet, just a little more unusual, but more than Brodie.

⚂ GILES! Giles is weird, i think Giles is weird. I don’t hate him, i LOVE him platonically, i think he’s funny. but would i date him? no. i just think he would be a bit too peculiar. nobody can tell me he doesn’t have a porn addiction, and hasn’t fucked something weird which yes, you cannot tell me otherwise cause yes he has fucked something weird, it’s mentioned in the movie! i think it was a dummy or something. I think Giles is just very weird sexually, like not piss kink weird (sorry to everyone with a piss kink), but like too much porn and hot babes weird. and i don’t think he would be very like loving at first? like he would love you as much as anyone else in a relationship, he just wouldn’t know how to show it, but he’d eventually get it, much like Dion.

⛧ and finally, our beautiful blood red Zakk. Zakk is a nasty mean boy as we all know. before he really loves you, i believe he would be a man with a bit of a sick sense of humor (yk like dark jokes or laughing at sort of fucked up stuff), would be terrible at caring for himself in not all ways, but most. and he’s like, a total asshole, obviously. i saw someone say that Zakk would have bpd and listed why and i so agree which bpd or any disorder (trust me y’all i have 4 disorders lmao) doesn’t make you a red flag till you let it make you a red flag, and i think Zakk would let it become a red flag. Zakk is just kinda fucked up. from weird things on the internet he saw when he was too young, to definitely having trauma, i think he’s a little fucked from the start. I still love him and he would def learn to love you. I think his version of love would be a bit possessive and overly clingy, like if anyone hit on you he would get more possessive than he really should. I also think he would hold onto you forever and ever and never let go, and if you left and especially if you hurt him when you left, he’d never forgive himself for letting someone get that close, and other sad bullshit. i think i could work through Zakk and get mutual love out of him but it would be hard. but i don’t really care though cause i know he got some meat down there and he has a pretty face so idgaf! <33 + i know deep down there he is a lovable man. for his green flags, he’s a sweetheart when you get to love him, as i’ve said before. he’s very capable of genuinely caring and loving, it’s just hard to get him to do so. we love our boy Zakk no matter what.

.☠︎︎. ⚂ .⛧.♫.

MY HEADCANONS ON THEIR RED FLAGS AND GREEN FLAGS! I LOVE THEM! I LOOOOVE THEM!

[thestarfishinjootsoffice]

Hi, if its ok to ask .

Slashers x teen reader

The teen reader is fond of sewing after finishing the sketch. If they cant do the method they look it up online when they are able to create it with trial and error they gift the slashers something they made weather be small or big . If anyone attacks them she has a bracelet with a pin cushion filled with pins for attack

I'm kinda confused since you didn't specify what kind of sewing but I tried my best!

Slashers x teen! reader who likes sewing

Michael 🔪

Michael doesn't like sewing obviously, he doesn't get the appeal other than the damage you could cause with the sharp needle/ the presser foot he guess.

But damn he loves your sewing products even if it looks like he glanced at it one time for a second, he thinks they're so cute and especially since you made it all for him?? And him specifically???

One day you took a large amount of your time and made a mini him with a mini knife and he looked pissed off but inside he was pleasantly surprised and pleased and from then on he took it everywhere with him inside his breast pocket.

He witness you having problems with your idea one time and just silently watched you struggle cause he doesn't know what to do either and then walked away after you finally found out how to fix it. It's weird but ig that's his way of looking after you. (he came back an hour later to see what you made even though it might just be halfway done.)

He thinks the hobby itself is a waste of time but takes it back when you gift him cool ass clothings or toys with it. (he totally still thinks it a waste of time, it's just cooler when you do it.)

Your dad doesn't approve of sharp things that could danger YOU but if its for self defense he can let it pass. Although he thinks it's unnecessary. (you have him, why would you need weapons?)

But he approves when he realises they keep you safe. But he thinks they look hideous.

Jason 🪓

He's never really thought of sewing before but it did pique his interest when he saw you doing it one day. He did find your sketching notebook and grew fond of your imagination.

I think Jason's clothes do become very worn out and so you did your best to make a new one for him (which you got from dead victims) and made him a big long sleeved shirt which consisted of forest green, coffee brown and other nature and earthy colors. He was so proud of you, his little kid. :,)

But he likes anything you make, really.

If you're struggling with something you have to find out in your own. Because I don't know where you can look anything up online or any technology in a place such as where Jason lives. But Jason will support you to the best of his abilities.

And oh, if you make any matching articles of clothing for the both of you he will be over the moon. Like matching bear bucket hats or matching patterned pants. He thinks it'll be a great way to let outsiders others know that you two have a connection with each other. (yk, like relation? Family relation?? Idk)

He loves the little small things you can make, like a sewn cat or animal and make it look like a key chain.

If you make a mini him, he might just cry. If you make a mini him and you holding hands like a parent / child way he'll definitely cry. He never even dreamed of such luxury. He's just engulfing you while hugging you like. "oh you precious thing, *sob*"

Jason absolutely freaks out when he saw the bracelet pin cushion. You have a bracelet full of pins, what if they slip out and cut your entire hand off!? But just show him how helpful it is and he'll calm down a little. A little...

Hannibal 🍽️

Hannibal noticed your hobby of sewing after a while of living with him/ visiting you before he took you in (?). He finds the hobby quite adorable and pretty useful. He would love to see your creations after you're done with them.

He may or may not snoop around your sketchbook and act as if nothing happened if you almost catch him.

He compliments whatever you make but gives constructive criticism when needed. And sometimes he looks too deep in what your sewn products are and what they might mean. 💀

this man gets so enthusiastic and happy when you want to make custom clothes for him like ong, a suit made from love from his child and made exactly to his liking?? What could he ask for more? He happily just stands there while you take his measurements.

He occasionally checks up on you while you sew, and although he prefers when you two are in the dinner table together, he won't mind having a meal or two alone. Atleast you eat.

Hannibal acknowledges your errors, not in a bad way but in a way where he sees it as learning process and is very proud of you when you've successfully completed your work.

Talking about sewing, you already know about the kinda expensive shit he gets for you according to your taste. They just seem very valuable no matter how you make them look.

Do it, make matching suits (or yours a dress, however you like it) for the both of you. He has this sick ass introduction where he introduces you as his teenage child and you look like those cool parent & child team in action movies/shows.

He also doesn't approve of sharp things and thinks the pin cushion is a bit odd. They're too obvious and someone might snatch them and make the tables turn so he suggests a more secret area.

Billy n Stu 🎭

Safe to say the both of them thought sewing was boring and takes up too much of time but that wasn't much after they met you.

You literally make their ghostface costumes.

They both love seeing what sorts of things you can make from a lump of small pieces of clothing and a needle/machine. They totally asked you to sew custom clothes for them. (Billy was a bit of an asshole but agreed to give you money because of stu) they couldn't have been happier with the result.

They think sewing is so cool now. And if you make a ghostface / mini them, that's it. Sewing is officially their favourite thing even if they don't do it. They have it on almost every single day.

Billy and stu probably tried to flex on Sidney and Tatum on the things you make for them and they were mildly concerned at the ghostface thing.

Billy will loudly look through your sketchbook in front of you, even though there's nothing to be ashamed of, it's like someone looking through your unfinished drawing sketchbook. (artists can relate.) stu will try to be a but sneaky but fails and goes along with Billy.

These men have no shame, and will proudly and confidently boast about what you make and how good you make it in front of random ass people you don't even know. Even when you're really embarrassed and telling them to stop.

These men will like anything you make and don't really have much to complain about. So they'll give a genuine thumbs up on pretty much anything.

They think the pin cushion is hilarious but make it horror themed and they'll think it's cool. They have no problem with you and dangerous objects and they think this is great for self defense.

[wickedmoonlite]

KinnPorsche Rewatch 2023

Reminder: as we go into heavier topics in KP (dub-con/non-con, toxic behaviors, etc.), I will not be doing deep dives. I’m planning on taking this just below surface value as these are literally thoughts I have in the moment as I’m watching. Thank you.

Episode 9 Random Thoughts

I just never trusted Tawan, even in my first watch through. I felt bad for him, but that was about it.

I really do wonder who poisoned him, though. Seems like a Ken thing maybe? Since he's a double agent and all? I dunno.

Once again, Tankhun has the best instincts of them all. Never trust the sketchy ex, boys. And also Big knowing not to trust him, either. I get why they didn't just throw him out, but he shoulda just gotten tossed :')

It's literally the minor family. It's always the minor family. Gun has a complex, remember?

My dumbass feral cat boy getting worn down by the cute boy he was gathering info on. Inspiration for the singer-songwriter.

Arm is the only one taking note of the relationship that's right in front of their damn eyes.

Yes, but Pete, you and Vegas are destined to be together. Just go and spy on them. Do it.

Is Tawan trying to lure Kinn in by showing skin with muscle tees? And piss off Porsche at the same time? I don't get the obsession with cutting his shirts lower each time you see him.

What kind of workout is Tawan doing? Wtf?

Yok knows everything, Porsche.

Porsche dancing around in his tighty whiteys is such a mood. Also the song is a banger, tbh.

"Hey Porsche, why is your leg so long today?" Drunk Pete yelling out Korean phrases. This entire scene is something else. Then they just fuck on the couch anyway.

Vegas always knows when Pete follows him. Idk why Kinn keeps sending him to watch them, other than ✨plot devices.✨

Pete getting the stirrings from Vegas putting his hand on his back and the looks he gives. Yeeees.

Oh, Porsche. Not good. Very bad. No spying allowed.

Arm knows better, P.

Why is Tawan, like, constantly in the shower or the bath? Especially when Kinn comes to visit.

Vegas why are you putting your pants legs in the water??? Bruh.

But you and your family are doing things though Vegas??

Oh my god, I hate this scene where Tawan just puts his head in Kinn's lap. Like, please, my dude. Could you be less subtle? All the while, he's fuckin around with Vegas. I just don't like how manipulative it all is. Is no bueno.

Porsche for the love of god. Why you do this? Trust issues all around, bah. I know he was doing it for the right reasons, since he didn't trust Tawan from the beginning (for good reason)... Many thoughts about this whole situation.

I love how cute and nervous Chay is here :') confessing to his crush and Kim says yeah I like you too, I'm just dumb with feelings, here's a cheek kiss, thanks for the gift. Ugh. Too cute, too cute.

I can't imagine all the thoughts rolling around in Porsche's mind. Tawan is consistently showing him what he's actually doing there but he's not showing it to anyone else (except for those that are reading between the lines like Tankhun, Arm, Pete, and Big), least of all Kinn. He's being sickly sweet to Kinn. It's all so manipulative. But that's exactly how the minor family needs it to be. Sowing the seeds of distrust and chaos is the entire point of Tawan being involved in the first place.

And once again, Tankhun has it right.

Convenient Vegas is convenient.

So now I'm finally properly caught up! Yay me. I think these posts peaked at episode 6 because it really is my favorite, but I'm going to keep going because there's so much more to come and it's fun putting my stupid thoughts on the internet.

Episode 10 next 😭 we're close to the end now.

[gachagon]

*Thank you* for noticing that Team Expanding Acronym's approaches to doling out critical-seeming info and dealing with people earnestly do in fact differ from Oz & his accustomed cabal in some telling, constructive ways. Come to think of it watchers were also waaayyy too ready to scream 'liar liar hypocrite pants on fire' about Yang not spilling Raven's whole situation the second she got back from the Haven vault.

I really get why they decided to keep something's hidden though, like yeah Oz may have had his reasons, but we're past the point of no return now where because of his inaction they also can't be honest anymore. And now he's not even there to really face the problems he's caused. At least Ruby and the gang are willing to think up a plan to fight Salem, Oz was just going to blindly lead them into a fight that was unwinnable.

Imagine if they got to the "final boss" and THEN Oz decided to drop the whole "yeah she can't be destroyed" bullshit? That would be awful, and not at all smart or cleverly thought out T_T And it would piss everyone off so much they might just kill him and make him reincarnate into the body of someone else again. (which would kill Oscar as well sadly)

And raven and yang's business is there business in my opinion. It's like raven said, "She made her choice" when she decided to just run away because she was afraid to face Salem. Yang decided to not tell everyone about the whole "Raven is a maiden" thing simply because Raven wants to run away and be done with Salem, and she thought she'd killed the only other person who knew the truth (cinder). Yang not telling everyone was her being a bigger person then her mother at that moment, awarding her an actual act of mercy instead of looking for petty revenge (that's why she had that whole "Are you merciful or are you a victim?" spiel) Their situation is really sad and tragic, and idk I guess some people don't really think that much when they watch tv shows lol they just see what's on the surface and don't think past what the characters are saying.

Yang showing actual mercy (not forgiveness) to the woman who birthed her then abandoned her family to be some tribeswoman makes her a much better person then Raven, and it's why she starts crying after she says she's sorry because Yang isn't leveling the amount of hatred she thought she would at her. Instead she's showing her an act of kindness that she frankly might not even deserve.

[nightcoremoon]

like, I understand why some people like offensive humor. postal 2 is one of my favorite video games, BECAUSE of a lot of social satire it implements… and also because it’s hilarious that there is a dedicated button to unzip your pants and take your dick out and then use your piss as a projectile weapon. and also because it’s hilarious that you can pick up a cat, shove your gun up its ass, and use it as a silencer. and also because it’s hilarious that fuckin crack pipes and fast food cheeseburgers are your health items. and also because it’s hilarious that violent video game protesters use violence to perpetuate their ideals. it is clearly the kind of game that is just trying to be big stupid silly fun and make only the slightest and most unsubtle social commentary. now, I do have to point out that… well, I have to mention the church fight. where the taliban send suicide bombers into the church, so the catholic priests arm themselves with assault rifles and holy hand grenades to fight the taliban. now, the taliban are known for suicide bombing, and they happen to be muslim (or at least they say they are but I’m pretty sure that a few central tenets of Islam say you shouldn’t kill people, especially not innocent people, but whatever), so there is a very easy case to make that the game is very islamophobic. which for 2003, I mean, no shit sherlock. everything in america was islamophobic until 2009 at the earliest- people shit themselves in fear when they heard that barack obama’s middle name was hussein. but you could very easily replace the taliban with any number of weird shit. how about vegans who, idk, use trebuchets of dead animals. something equally silly and off the wall for a mission whose objective is to confess your sins. I’m being completely serious, the level design of postal 2 is “do a simple errand, watch things fuck up, shoot things until they die, lather rinse repeat”. buy milk, either wait in line or steal it but they’ll catch you and it turns into a fight. go to the bank, either wait in line and watch a robbery happen, or steal cash from the vault directly and shoot your way past the cops. things like that. the point of the joke was not WOW MUSLIMS SURE ARE EVIL HUH??? the point of the joke was HEY WOULDNT IT BE FUCKED UP IF THE CRUSADES 2 ELECTRIC BOOGALOO JUST RANDOMLY HAPPENED RIGHT NEXT TO YOU??? which the latter is still very bad by today’s standards, but it could have very easily been worse. I mean this is a game where you get thwacked in the head and dragged off and shoved inside a gimp suit and potentially had a breach of consent performed to your asshole, after pissing on the grave of your dead dad in between getting an autograph from gary coleman and stealing a cop’s outfit to get people to sign a “make whiney congressmen play violent video games” petition. weird crazy shit constantly happening in the town but you’re playing a guy whose biggest worry is paying the late fees on a library book and the next time he gets to smoke crack. his wife is referred to in-universe as “The Bitch”. that’s literally her name in the wiki, “The Bitch.” you can piss on people to make them vomit, you can set them on fire with gasoline and matches and then piss on them to put the fire out, you can piss up in the air and make it rain down on you to put yourself out if you’re on fire, I’m sure that there’s even potential for a “piss only” challenge run. the point is, things can be offensive and it can be hilarious and it can be ~problematic~ if you view it through a modern lens, but it’s possible to be intelligent about it and recognize that you can appreciate artistic endeavors while criticizing the flaws in the background.

offensive humor can be funny if it’s done correctly. but only if its intent is positive in nature. postal 2 is a game made by people who wanted players to have FUN. and the horrific dystopia is a perfect world to showcase the ability to go further off the rails than even saints row did. running with scissors wasn’t trying to push a campaign of hatred towards muslims, they just wanted to make a video game that made people laugh. there was at least some artistic merit to be had.

there is no artistic value to being a dumb obnoxious cunt by making 0.0002mb worth of useless data serving only to clog up valuable server space, pollute the air, and add to a circlejerk of people who love the smell of their own farts. a plague of misery hath descent upon these losers.

[faunabel]

um. i just had THE most disturbing dream of my life, i think. genuinely what the fuck was this dream. i'm going to write it down for documentation so uhh... if u read this, be aware it was like a horror movie with the intention of being as disturbing as possible. like... torture p*rn type stuff and the general Horrors of the world. i don't even watch this type of stuff so idk where the hell this dream came from... i feel sick and woke up panting lol but ANYWAY

so this dream started off with semi-lucid stuff i think? i won't get into all those details bc they're more foggy and confusing/disjointed and not as relevant to the horrifying part of this but BASICALLY i was in my childhood school but they'd completely remodeled it and it was now like a prison/military thing/propaganda factory. and the old classrooms still existed but were referred to as "the void" by a man over an intercom.

the vibes were just super... dictatorship-y? i went back there as an adult for something (possibly nostalgia) and i regretted it lol. the man in the classroom was explaining stuff and also had those vibes. the classrooms were remodeled to be way smaller than the old ones.

i was in there with one girl but we heard horrible screaming outside the classroom and left, and suddenly some guy was with us so whatever. ok now here's where the really fucked up part is.

so there was a person whose body was obscured to much to tell the gender, being dragged down the hall by long, thin(ish) tentacles, screaming, they were a pale, desaturated pink in color. and also u should know the sound of people vomiting is a severe trauma trigger for me, and that was there too. i think the guy was screaming to block out that sound once i noticed it, at first.

the person was dragged down the stairs(?). but the damage was done to the hallway. there was like... it wasn't quite blood i forget the color but it was just this weird Liquid all over the walls and floor? chunks of flesh? big chunks of flesh like the length of my arm, light pink and bumpy like a really big tongue, but also like... idk, other kinds of meat, with white bits and translucent bits. one of the people i was with picked a piece up to examine it.

i wanted to get the fuck OUT but i knew i would be... possibly killed if i left? or just really piss off the men in charge? so i had to go with them down the hall to investigate further.

further down the hall at the end of it, it was revealed the person was a woman, naked, being held by a sort of tentacle monster but the tentacles were actually TONGUES? and it had her bound and was force feeding her something, like some disgusting, thick-ish liquid with the tongues/tentacles stuffed in her mouth but she kept... rejecting it if u know what i mean, and since the sound of someone vomiting is a massive trigger for me i screaming nonstop to block out the door but my throat was starting to go weak and i had trouble screaming. the other two people were focused on investigating and didn't care about me, i think.

the actual visual details of the scene weren't that detailed (which i guess is good lol) but it was still so deeply disturbing from my emetophobia. i feel like i forgot a part of the scene so i wish i got to this part faster before i forgot :( i just remember something about it was absolutely horrific.

i think you could hear the slithering of the tongue tentacles, too? i don't remember hearing it but my brain keeps telling me that was a thing. the monster itself was this neverending pile of tentacles. you couldn't see where it's body was, it was just more and more tentacles looping around each other. they were like snakes in how they moved.

pretty sure the woman was also being fucked by them. u know how it goes... i guess the chunks of flesh in the hall were from here fighting back because it looked the same as the tongues did. nothing human.

idk basically it was tentacle p*rn but turn it from jap/ane/se k/ink to absolutely horrifying. malicious tongue tentacle entity set on torturing you for fun. eugh.

i still feel sick to my stomach :D i used to never really get nightmares but the past year i've gotten more nightmares than in my entire life put together... geez. and THIS ONE. WHAT. THE HELL. WAS THIS. my nightmares usually involve me being chased by something, NOT WHATEVER THIS WAS.

but the rest of my nightmares usually involve being trapped (or my emetophobia) so i guess it's not that weird. mostly what the fuck with the torture p*rn part. was that really necessary. it made it more disturbing than necessary.

oh now that i think about it, i think there was a man assisting the tentacles in dragging the woman. long, black hair like ai/za/wa from m/h/a lol.

anyway. bleh. HORRENDOUS start to my morning! when i tell u i woke up panting... it immediately started to calm after the first three big pants but they just become slower pants. but now i'm left feeling sick.

genuinely the gore part wasn't what disturbed me so much (but still absolutely insane), just the emetophobia part.

[elysianslove]

oh boy idk if you’ve ever talked about this before (i’m new to the blog, and you’re so very talented!!! you make my dumb horny heart just 🦋🦋) BUT what are your thoughts on which of the haikyuu boys are best/worst at being edged? like who’s begging and crying after 20 minutes and who’s able to hold out for hoouurrs before getting just a touch whiny. i. need to know. for science 🤲🏼

thank you so much!!! welcome to the blog my love 🥺 but omg. thoughts. so many. 

HAIKYUU BOYS THAT CAN HANDLE EDGING 

matsukawa issei; he’s purely holding out this long out of spite. as if he has something to prove, which he very much does. he’s barely bucking up into you, trying his best to hold his pants and his hisses from how borderline painful this is, but you can see how tense he is. his abs keep spasming, his biceps flexing as he fists the sheets. he keeps his legs spread for you though, lets you suck at his cock, fondle his balls, stroke at the base and squeeze at the tip with your much smaller hand. he lasts a good an hour and 10 minutes. honestly, genuinely impressive. he won’t let you get off easy though, good luck with that. 

oikawa tōru; originally, i’d think he’d be so bad at this, but honestly, oikawa’s orgasm control is so impressive? even when he’s fucking you, he’s lowkey edging himself because he always holds off until you cum. so letting you edge him isn’t too much of a problem. he definitely cries and begs like a bitch, but he lasts, oh he lasts. approximately 35 ish minutes. definitely cums without warning and without permission, and you can’t decide whether he did it on purpose to piss you off or because he genuinely couldn’t continue. it’s okay, just overstimulate him till he’s crying all over again. tōru’s a very pretty crier, after all <3

kita shinsuke; oh my god, the best boy. he’d last days if you asked him to. he’ll be quietly, as quietly as he can, panting and whining and groaning, silent tears streaming down his face every time you pull away from his cock. every time he bucks his hips up, it’s followed by a trail of “sorry, sorry, m’sorry,” that it’s just so adorable. has you cooing at him, soothingly rubbing at his thigh and murmuring that it’s okay, that he’s doing so good. he lasts around 45 minutes, but when he cums, he promises to do better next time, to last longer. anything for you <3 

sugawara kōshi; this fucking masochist. he likes it. he likes the pain. probably was the one to suggest it to you. he sits between your spread legs, back pressed to your chest with your hand stroking his dick from behind. you stroke at him until he’s so close and pull away, watching as his cock bobs desperately, and he moans for it. he’s so vocal about it, begging and pleading, but when you go to ask him if he wants to cum yet, he tells you, “no, no, i can— more, more.” he lasts 2 whole hours. it’s like, kind of scary. he does pass out after and actually scare, but he gets up a minute later with a cheeky smile like, “again?”

miya atsumu; like oikawa, he will cry and sob so fucking much, and he’ll make such a mess, but god, does he last. atsumu thrives off of praise, and having you tell him how good he’s doing for you, such a good boy, atsumu, all for me? has him drooling for it. both him, and his cock. he’ll get a little dumb halfway, almost just letting you use him, but he does whine a lot, crying and pleading for you to let him cum, but it’s all bark and no bite. it barely has anything to it. i firmly believe he’d be one of top, lasting around an hour and 30 minutes, just because atsumu gets so lost in everything, including giving up control. 

kuroo tetsurō; another one to last mainly out of spite. he wants to prove to you it’s not much, it’s not that bad, it’s easy work. you quickly make him eat his words by the third time you pull away, and it just dawns on him that he’s the one that put himself in this position in the first place. it’s no one’s fault but his own, and because he doesn’t wanna seem like a coward, backing out so quick, he lasts at least 30 minutes, and gets through it without begging, only spitting out curses and panting and groaning deeply. 

akaashi keiji; sweet boy keiji definitely lasts, all for you. he’s not too vocal either, just light curses to himself, muffled moans, broken, bitten down sobs. he genuinely does love to let you have your fun with him, because submitting to you is just so satisfying. and i can see akaashi loving edging so much because of how good the orgasm that eventually comes is. like the moment you give him permission to, he’s seeing stars, and it’s why he lasts as long as he does, why he tries to push for longer. he lasts a good 45 minutes, and he’s been trying to beat that record for a while now. don’t worry, he will. 

sakusa kiyoomi; is so fucked out, so far gone, to the point that you don’t even think he’s in control of his own body anymore. even if you told him to cum, he wouldn’t. he’s so deep in this headspace of being under your control it’s incredible. it’s mesmerizing. he looks so pretty, cock so red and wet and hard as ever, painfully so, against his pale skin, twitching and bobbing and begging for attention. he lasts 40 minutes. it’s the most gorgeous 40 minutes of both your lives. 

asahi azumane; so good! such a good boy!!! doesn’t last so long, but definitely tries his best for you. it’s some 20 or so minutes in that he cums, but he immediately starts chanting out apologies, begging for you to forgive him, to give him another chance. he continues to try until he can last so long, but it’s the fact that he’s willing to that has your heart soaring and your body heating up. 

HAIKYUU BOYS THAT CANNOT, WHATSOEVER, HANDLE EDGING

bokuto kōtarō; baby boy is crying 10 minutes in. he can’t handle it. if you tie him up, he’ll rip through them, flip you over, and fuck into you till he’s filling you up. he won’t even try. he watched a porn video where a person lasted an hour and thought, oh must be worth it, and asked you to try it on him. just. it’s just not for him. he prefers the pain of overstimulation over edging, forever. 

iwaizumi hajime; please he lasts like 2 minutes. he just hates it so much. on him, at least. he can edge you for hours, and he’d the most satisfied man on earth. but sit between his legs and tease him by sucking at his cock, only to pull away just as he’s about to cum? somebody clearly has a death wish <3 but do bring it up and ask to try it! he still won’t last lol. but make him last. watch him cry. make iwaizumi hajime cry. make him. it’s beautiful. 

kageyama tobio; mannnn kageyama can cum untouched, hands free, if you really tried. grind down against him for a minute and he’s cumming in his pants for you. he has no concept of orgasm control whatsoever, and if you tried it on him he’d just get angry at you??? like fine no sex for u tf. he lasts a good 5 minutes, so good for him or whatever. 

kozume kenma; he wants to last. he wants to. but you have him crying, sobbing, 20 minutes in, and he just unintentionally spills down your throat without warning. of course, you’d felt the twitch of his cock, but you’d wanted to see where his head was at exactly. after he came, he felt so humiliated, but he still forced eye contact with you and went, “do it again. i’ll last an hour this time.” like ok no problem for me :) 

ushijima wakatoshi; doesn’t realize he’s being edged, and when you pull away just as he’s about to cum he sits up and stares at you with a deadpan face like, “that was not very nice of you.” he just. finds it boring honestly. he doesn’t want to drag something out like that for so long. he indulges you, sure, but for like 3 minutes, before he’s like alright time to fuck you. 

hinata shōyō; hinata’s just way too overexcited. he really does put his mind to it, but i think he gets too in his head about it that he just ends up cumming right away. but it’s a ruined orgasm, cause you pull away just as he’s cumming, so it’s so not satisfying, but for some reason, hinata loved it? so yeah, lasts 0 seconds, but discovers new kink! 

HAIKYUU BOYS THAT CAN, BUT JUST DON’T WANT TO

suna rintarō; oh he most definitely can. you cannot convince me he wouldn’t be able to. as much as suna is lazy, he’s just as impatient, and he can barely handle how foreplay seems to drag on forever. he wants to be inside you, and he wants to be inside you now. it’s ridiculous. if he could though, he’d last a good hour probably. he just really doesn’t want to. 

daichi sawamura; could 100% do it if he really put his mind to it, but just. why? what’s the point of not orgasming? he just doesn’t get it </3 you can try to convince him by making him do it on you, but chances are he’s gonna realize how much he loves to do it to you only. daichi’s so possessive it’s crazy, and he gets this mischievous glint in his eye whenever he realizes how good something makes you feel, especially if it’s pain. he is a dangerous man. 

miya osamu; most definitely would be able to last hours, but again, he just doesn’t want to. it’s also not one of those situations where he prefers overstimulation either. like osamu’s plenty kinky, sure, but those two aren’t what cross his mind when you say, “let’s change things up a bit.” it’s not that he gets bored of it either. he just. doesn’t wanna do it. like he can spend time making you feel good, and vice versa, with way more different things. and he seems like a very in the moment guy, like choking you in the moment or making you squirt. yk :) 

satori tendō; oh tendō loves edging, just on you. he never really gives you a chance to ever try to with him, honestly. he just loves, loves, loves to edge you, but not because he wants to purposefully hurt you, but rather to praise you, to tell you how good you are for him, to make you feel so good when he finally lets you cum. if you were to edge him, he’d honestly probably last over two hours. like not even exaggerating, he probably would. but no, you’re more fun! 

[moonlight-prose]

Pleasure is a Kind of Pain

a/n: who asked for president loki ruining them? no one, but i literally can't get that man out of my HEAD. so here we are. this is just filth with no plot and a sprinkle of poetic bullshit.

Not tagging anyone cause it's pretty filthy and idk who wants to read this. Not beta read OR edited so if there are mistakes....that's my bad.

summary: pissing him off never goes well, but you seem to never get enough of pressing his buttons.

word count: 2.5k

pairing: president!loki x fem!reader

warnings: ooohhhh boy your girl went batshit insane on this one; EXPLICIT SO MINORS YOU REALLY SHOULDN'T BE HERE, knife play, knife kink cause it's me, hate fucking turned to love, cussing, prez loki being mean, choking, tw: blood, fingering, cum play, p in v sex, dominant president loki, slight submission, tenderness cause i'm a softie.

You were fucked.

Literally as well as figuratively, because you had cussed him out using some of the most vulgar language you could fit into a single sentence. Knew that the second the words left your mouth you’d find yourself in a situation similar to the one you were in now. Shoved against the wall with a dagger to your throat. It was dramatic - even for him - but you couldn’t deny the way you physically reacted to riling him up.

Watching his face contort into an expression of absolute rage. A part of you didn't mind that the fury was directed at you, and perhaps that the part you should have shut down. The sick portion of your brain that kept you in place. Leaving you wondering if it was you or him that had created this burning need in your body. That had you unconsciously arching yourself towards his blade.

A smile begins to spread on your lips at the sight of him baring his teeth at you.

"What are you going to do prez?" you asked with a taunting lilt behind your words. Already prepared for what was to come with the storm behind the false calm in his eyes.

There wasn't much that had to be done in order for his strands of control to snap. Hell, he'd sever them himself happily if it meant getting to see you this way. Willingly resign himself to being forever known as the devil. A temper that would put other Lokis to shame.

"You seem to be in a playful mood," he replied, his voice teeming with venom.

How could you not be? When he held a knife so delicately, so reverently, against your throat that it could be deemed as romantic. The type that he portrayed that is. No words to be said; merely a few grunted words, spit in your direction as you pressed the buttons under his skin. A delight you partook in far too often for your own good, for your own sanity. But what was the point of sanity when the opposite was - oh so - delicious.

When what he offered you - chaos on a gold platter served with a side of pain - was better than anything you had before. Better than never playing in this game he enjoyed.

"That's putting it lightly."

That made him smile. His lips curling up into a look that could be its own version of lethal.

He had an ego that was for sure. You knew it the second you met him. Charm that could sweep anyone off their feet, with eyes that made deals with the devil.

“I would ask what you want, but it seems to me like you’ve already decided on something.” A lie that you’d grown fond of hearing, unlike all the other ones. He already knew what you wanted, what he wanted more specifically, and you wanted to bet it had something to do with the way he was looking at you.

Wetting your lips you reached for the hand that wasn’t gripping his weapon, dragging it down towards the button of your pants. Showing him exactly what you desired, what you’d be giving him if he willed it, if he wished for it. People would call it a mistake to let him consume you, to have him drag you into the whirlwind storm that was his love. Yet the mistake had already been made.

Again, and again. You continued to choose him over anything else. Chose his silvertongue that whispered lies of sweetness to you; promised a love that you fell for each time. Because it was addicting. He was your drug, the one thing you’d never be rid of. The person you couldn’t say goodbye to.

“Good girl,” he whispered, knife pressing further into your throat until it bordered on pain. Until it had your heart racing, eyes fluttering closed in euphoric passion.

His lips met yours in a bruising kiss, teeth and tongue rendering you useless as his hand popped the button on your pants effortlessly. A move he’d done more times than you could count. And yet you still fall apart for it each time. Begged for it, because it was just what he made you out to be; his perfect spitfire. Someone who could go toe-to-toe with him in both combat and the throes of passion.

“You’re already a mess for me.” Another taunt, followed by a kiss that had you gasping for air. His teeth pricking open the skin of your bottom lip; a coppery taste of your blood mixing with the taste of him.

Both complementary of each other as they should be. Balance in its darkest form.

A smile curved on your lips, eyes lighting up with a challenge. “I could make myself a better mess...since you’re taking so long.”

He didn’t like that; eyes flashing with a look that told you everything you needed to know. You were challenging his pride. Teasing him with the insinuation that he wasn’t an adequate lover, that he couldn’t turn you into a puddle of nerves. Voice nearly gone from how loud he could make you scream. And while it was a statement you both knew to be false, he still didn’t like that you had the guts to say it aloud.

His hand slipped underneath the band of your pants, forehead pressing against yours as he found you to be soaked. His own smile took over; the knife still stuck in place.

“Now,” he breathed out, lips barely brushing against yours. “I believe I’m the only one allowed to lie.”

“Since when has that - fuck - been a rule?” You wanted to let him know that control went both ways in this fucked up situation you shared. Except that would only be another lie.

He had you wrapped around his fingers. The same ones that had plunged into you, finding the spot along your wall that had your legs shaking. It was unfair how fast he could shove you off the ledge. With only a few words that were borderline mean, the grin on his face was something you wanted to slap off. Yet you couldn’t move. Not when the knife was still against your throat; a piece of his dominance in such a pretty weapon.

Pressing his thumb against your clit he watched - enraptured - as your eyes fluttered shut, mouth falling open, another sinful sound echoing off the dirty walls. You were his; his love in the form of an angel with a bloodlust that would terrify the devil himself.

“It’s been a rule ever since you said you were mine.” His voice, sickly sweet, cooed in your ear. Eyes trained on your body that writhed underneath his touch.

Your impending orgasm building up in your body. The pressure, glorious in its own way; driving you to the very edge until you could no longer hear what he was saying. He crooked his finger in a certain way that changed the angle of the way they pumped into you, and that’s what did it. Had you clutching onto his tattered suit jacket, a high pitched sob falling from your lips as the pleasure crested and you were left in shatters.

Chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. A sting of pain on your throat as your movement caused the blade to prick your skin. It didn’t matter. Didn’t bother you, because you were still coming down from your high, body floating above The Void in it’s own way.

His lips slotted against yours again. Roughly licking into your mouth as he sucked on your tongue, moaning when your hands dug into his hair. Yanking it painfully to pull his head back, giving you access to his neck. The knife shifted slightly to allow you room to place your mark on his skin; to show that not only were you his, but he was yours. He would always be yours.

Power play be damned.

A groan tore from his chest, hand gripping the back of your neck to keep you in place, the hardness that dug into your hip telling you how much he was enjoying this. How much he loved giving you a small piece of control. It didn’t border on give and take. Didn’t abide by those rules.

No, it was take and take and take, whenever he wanted. Whenever you wanted. You were desperate for one another; willing to go through pain for each other and beg for more. Beg to have a love that had been poisoned a long time ago.

“Enough.” One single word to get you to stop, but you were stubborn. Refused his every command, because it was fun.

A snarled out cuss word echoed off the walls, the knife pushing into your throat as he worked on your pants with the other; his teeth baring with feral need. You had your fun and now it was time for him to ruin you for everyone else. For him to hear you sweetly cry out for him. With your assistance you managed to yank your pants off, kicked them across the floor with your shoes; his trousers only needing to be opened to where you could pull him out.

“Someone’s desperate,” you whispered, lips pressing against the corner of his mouth, hand stroking him lightly. Just to feel his chest heave, his breath leaving his mouth in pants.

Gripping your thigh he slung your leg around his hip, lips brushing against your cheek in a move that was far too delicate for him. Too much romance and yet you welcome it. Kissed him softly, winding your arms around his neck, tongue meeting his as he pushed into you. The feeling familiar; something you couldn’t give up. And maybe this was the sick part. The poison that bled through your dynamic with him.

Except it was far too good to let it go. His hips meeting yours, the fullness of him too good for you to do anything else but cry into his mouth. The slight pinch of pain that came with taking all of him is just another addition to the euphoria he brought you Another reason you were addicted to him.

“So prez,” you said, knowing the next few words would diminish the romance, would tear it to shreds. “You going to fuck me like I’m yours?”

The smile he gave you was almost rueful. Malicious in all the right ways, because you still had a knife to your throat. Still had the tang of your blood on your tongue, and it wasn’t enough. Because you wanted the monster to come out. Wanted to see the Hyde to your Jekyll.

“Don’t ask for things that will break you,” he replied, his grip on your hip letting you know what he fully intended to do.

You returned his smile with fierce voracity, the need for him clear enough. “Maybe I want to be broken.”

His eyes flashed dangerously, a look that told you everything you needed to know, before he was pulling out. Slamming back into you hard enough for your head to hit the wall. A cry of surprise leaving your lips, hands digging into the fabric of his jacket to keep him close. It was brutally beautiful. Everything you wanted; everything you asked him for.

Words in a different language were spat out, hips slamming into yours as he dragged you to another blissful cliff. One you’d happily fall off of. It was madness in the purest form. Hatred coupled with a love so sinful it had your heart twisting violently in your chest, and you loved it. Ached for it. Moans tore from your throat, unabashedly loud, because you couldn’t give a shit. Not when he was fucking you like it was the last time.

The steady sound of your slick mixed with the sounds of skin slapping against skin. His grunts sounded just as pretty as your sobs. Nails began to prick at the skin of his neck as you wrapped your palms around it, wanting to show him that this was not his time to be in control. This was an equal show of dominance and if anything it had him slamming into you faster.

Eyes turning vicious in delight at the sight of your wrecked expression.

“So fucking pretty for me,” he harshly got out, knife tilting your chin up, until you were looking up into his eyes. “Bending to my will.”

“Fuck. You.”

He chuckled, shifting the angle of his thrusts, searching for one that would make you relent your hold on his throat. And he found it the second your head fell against the wall, eyes rolling back, a high pitched scream ripping from your chest. A sight that he wished to see over and over again. And he would get to. Each thrust focused on the same spot; your leg starting to shake violently until it was clear you were right there.

On the precipice.

“Oh but my sweet darling,” he whispered, his voice cracking slightly from holding his own pleasure at bay. “You are fucking me. Or is it me who is fucking you?”

Just as you were about to fall, crash into a heap and love every second. He froze. You screamed in anger, hands hitting his chest; tears falling from the corners of your eyes.

“Why?” you gasped out, desperate for him to move.

He simply smiled. “I want you to beg for it.”

Yet another taunt, another piece of the game, yet you were too far gone to fight him on it now. You needed it; craved it until you were walking the border of sanity and madness. The wave of emotions turning you into a whimpering mess, because you wanted him.

“Please,” you whispered, hands cupping his face as you arched your neck. Giving his blade more access to the delicate skin there. “Please fuck me. Ruin me Loki. I’m yours forever. I’ve always been yours. Everything about me is-”

You let out a strangled gasp when he moved again. The speed from before only grew until you could do nothing but fall against the wall. Melt into his grasp and cry out for him when he pressed against your clit to shove you off the edge. You were pretty sure you screamed until everyone could hear you, but that didn’t matter, because it was too good to stay silent. Far too much for you to handle.

He dropped the knife to the ground, burying his face into your neck until he was finding his own release. A moan of your name falling from his lips, only seeming to add to the pleasure that coursed through your body.

His cum dripped down your thighs even before he pulled out, and you knew he liked it.

Found it to be one of his favorite sights.

“My love,” he breathed out, tenderness showing through the fury. “You anger me on purpose.”

You sighed, content to remain there with him inside of you. “It’s worth it.”

He smiled, fingers dancing along your spine. “Perhaps it is.”

This was the side of him you rarely got the chance to see. The tender man behind the chaos, behind the cold exterior he showed to the rest of the world. The man who whispered promises to you that he intended on keeping. Ones that would result in situations like this; pleasure bordering on pain in its own delicious way.

A game you would never stop playing.

[gayluigi]

PSA: If you’re out in public and see a visibly disabled person sitting there minding their own business, you do NOT have the right to record them just because you think they’re lesser than you.

I was at a restaurant with my friend who’s “severely” autistic (I hate functioning labels but idk how else to describe it), his understanding of the world is on the level of about a 6-7 yr old, and he has apraxia, so his movements are stilted and forced, he’s super thin and just never gains weight so it exaggerates the awkwardness of his movements, and his speech is very slurred and hard to understand. So to the average person, yes, he looks and talks funny. He also carries around a giant Chuck E Cheese plush and a Curious George plush, so that might be seen by others as weird too. But he’s the sweetest guy, super cool, even if he’s not exactly a conversationalist. He’s really and truly great.

But this asshole sitting at the bar perpendicular to where we were at our table pulled out his phone and was openly recording him on video. Just because my friend had the audacity to exist in a public place as a visibly disabled person. I didn’t see it going on or I would’ve confronted them. The only person who saw it was my mom, and she flipped them off but didn’t say anything to them.

Like, what gives you the right to record someone who’s just minding their own business? Just because they look and sound different from the average person? I consider my friend to be my brother. He’s a great guy, and everyone who knows him adores him. But this person didn’t bother to come and ask questions or anything, just thought it would be funny to record him.

And this isn’t the first incident where someone has discriminated against him for being visibly disabled. One time we were at Chuck E Cheese, and this man decided he was gonna try and get my friend thrown out because he didn’t like the fact that he was existing in public as a visibly disabled person. He went to the manager and made up a lie that my friend had his hand down his pants and was watching the man’s child and fondling himself. My friend was wearing skinny jeans and couldn’t have fit his hand down his pants if he had TRIED, and he’s NEVER exhibited that kind of behavior before. This guy just didn’t like that a disabled man was daring to exist in public. Luckily, the manager didn’t believe his story, but she told my friend’s mom what happened, and my friend’s mom actually confronted the guy, and he left with his child, thank god.

Disabled people exist. They exist in public. And they have the RIGHT to exist in public. You don’t have the right to record them, nor do you have the right to try and get them kicked out of a public venue just for being disabled. Mind your own fucking business.

And it pisses me off because I’m autistic too, but I’ve NEVER had this kind of problem, because I’m good at masking and I don’t have apraxia. I appear perfectly “normal” to the average person most of the time, unless I’m stimming or something like that. But because my friend doesn’t have the ability to mask, he’s viciously discriminated against. It’s not FAIR. People need to mind their own fucking business and leave visibly disabled people the hell alone.

[bakusquad-headcanons]

Bakugou x Reader Headcanons Part 2

(this one’s kind of all over the place, and some of them are just bakugou headcanons, but thats besides the point)

Thinks the phrases boyfriend/girlfriend are childish, but uses them whenever he can

Would be cheering you the FUCK on. Is literally screaming in the crowd for you to kick your opponents ass

Spice competition. You know what that entails 

First time mountain climbing together (you'd have to beg him to let you come), he wouldn't think anything of it until you both get to the top and the sunset is shining on your face. He'd be in aw 👌(if you got tired from climbing he'd make sure to point it out and make fun of you)

Afterwards, he'd invite you to go mountain climbing every once in a while (would make some excuse that you need to get out or something idk)

Would fuck anyone up if they so much as thought of harassing you

Doesn't like pda (you can annoy/embarrass him this way lol)

Big spoon cuddler

If you tried to be the big spoon, he'd resist. He'd eventually give in, and be all grumbly about it (though he doesn't mind it too much)

Share his food with only you (would be a bitch about it, but wouldn't make any attempt to stop you)

Would love watching scary movies just to see you piss your pants (if your a pussy like me lol)

Doesn't like romance movies/rom coms

Into action movies (of course he is)

If you guys had a pet together, and you cuddled with it a lot, you can bet this man is jealous

Workout at the gym together 👀

Would he be staring at you working out?

Yes.

He likes a partner who can kick ass

Would enjoy a nice shoulder massage (my mans tense all the time, he needs it)

Spending the holidays together?

Yes.

If you ever wanted to change your hero costume in the future, he'd help design it

Likes that domestic lifestyle (cooking together, grocery shopping together, etc.)

Your own personal nurse

If your sick or injured and need to stay home, you best believe my man is on the job

Hes got you covered

He'd complain, but he's reliable

Makes the best chicken noodle soup 👌

What if yall went biking together..?

If you rode on the back of his bike, he'd peddle super fast to scare you

Insecure about your body? Bakugou would verbally abuse you into believing you are beautiful

you were staying up late and bakugou was sleeping. If bakugou wakes up and see you're not in bed, he’s dragging you to bed.

You guys would be listening to music together while you study

WHAT IF YOU GUYS HAD A PICTURE BOOK THAT HAD POLAROIDS OF YOUR DATES AND OTHER SHIT 

(That's so cute i'm gonna cry)

I headcanon that bakugou has a polaroid camera and he liked taking pictures of the mountains/scenery he climbed, and he put them in a scrap book or something 

and when you guys started dating, he started filling up the scrap book with pictures of you guys and the things you did (mostly just pics of you being stupid or something)