#im dyin help

[danhang]

i’ll be back to write on friday ♥️

[crush-1]

man i hate being sick

[the-cookie-of-doom]

The kid was a skinny little scrap of a thing with a mean face. A pretty face, but mean, twisted up around the edges with suspicion and arrogance. He came unarmed. Porsche still didn’t understand it. Surely the boy should know better than to come here, into enemy territory, without so much as a knife in his stylish designer boot. A show of good faith, he called it. The sarcastic lilt to his voice meant Porsche hadn’t believed it. 

“You’re a long way from home, Kimhan,” Porsche said. He’s reclining back in a big leather chair, one ankle crossed over his knee, a glass in one hand and a pistol in the other. Kim was standing in the middle of his office. Porsche hadn’t offered a seat and Kim didn’t take one. “Does your father know you’re here?”

“Obviously not.” 

Pretty, mean, and shrewd. Everything Porsche would expect from a Theerapanyakul brat. 

“Does anyone?” 

“... No.” 

“Really, now.” Porsche’s brows crawled up his forehead as he wondered, is this kid stupid or reckless? “I’m sure you know how dangerous that is. And admitting it, too. Little Kim all alone. What’s to stop me from holding you here, nong?”

Kim jutted his chin out defiantly, meeting Porsche’s eyes. There was no fear to be found in his own. 

“You can’t use me against my father,” he said, his voice unwavering. “The second I walked out his door I was dead to him.”

“Why are you here, then?”

“To offer a deal.”

“Sounds like a trap.”

“It isn’t.” 

“But it could be.” 

Kim made a frustrated sound, snapping, “It isn’t.” 

Porsche grinned. He was so easy to rile up. Hot tempered little thing, just like his brother, Kinn. Porsche wondered if it was a family trait, then dismissed the thought; Korn was always cold and calculating, always in control. Nothing like his sons. 

“Alright, fine. What’s your deal?”

“I’ll tell you everything I know about my father’s business. There’s plenty to learn; ever since Kinn became the heir, he’s been grooming to take after him in case anything happens. I’ve been in all of his meetings. I know who he plans to fuck over and when—you included.”

Porsche leaned forward, his interest piqued. And more than ever, his suspicion grew. 

“That sounds too good to be true. What’s the catch?”

“I’m not giving you the information for free. You need to do something for me, first.”

“And what’s that? Kill your father?”

“No. My brother’s lover.” 

“Interesting proposal.” Porsche watched the young man in front of him for a long time, schooling his features to ensure he gave nothing away. He wanted to make Kim sweat a little bit, see if he revealed anything else.

Kim waited. Not patiently, but he waited. He kept clenching and releasing his hands; an obvious tell, someone should have trained that out of him by now. Porsche still didn’t say anything, didn’t smile or jeer, not even when Kim’s nervous fidgeting became impossible to ignore. 

Finally, Kim couldn’t take it anymore. 

“Well?” he demanded. 

“What has this person done to earn your ire, nong?” And why can’t you do it yourself?

“He’s a traitor. He’s selling my family’s secrets.”

“Exactly what you’re trying to do, now.” 

“It’s different.” Kim looked away, his jaw clenched so tightly, it was a wonder his teeth didn’t shatter. “He’s going to get my brother killed. That’s another condition for the deal. You can’t hurt Kinn.” 

Porsche swallowed a laugh. The kid was bold. 

“Any other conditions you want to add?”

“Yes.” Amused, Porsche gestured for him to continue, “You kill Tawan. You don’t hurt my brother; not now, not ever. And…” 

“And?”

“And you let me stay with you.” Porsche said nothing. The shock on his face was clear enough. “I’m already a traitor by being here. My father won’t let that go unpunished. If you can—” he swallowed, “protect me from him, then you can have me, and everything I know.” 

“I can have you.” Again, that stubborn chin tilt. “And what would I do with you, Kim?”

“Whatever you want. Fuck me, torture me, forget about me, I don’t care. As long as you don’t let my father take me.” 

“I don’t know. Pretty boys like you aren’t my type.” And that wasn’t even a lie. Porsche could look at Kim and see that he was objectively attractive, sure, and would be even prettier if he stopped making that mean face. That didn’t mean Porsche wanted him. 

“Are you sure about that?” Kim took a step forward. The two guards flanking the entrance reached for their guns, but Porsche waved them off. Kim was unarmed. Porsche wasn’t. “A hole is a hole, right?” Another step. “Fucking me doens’t have to mean anything.” Another step, leaving him just in front of Porsche; one more and Kim would be between his legs. “You take care of me, I take care of you. Fair?”

“Seems like you’re getting more out of this deal than I am. You haven’t even given me anything to make me believe this isn’t a set up. How do I know your ass is worth it?” 

“Find out,” Kim challenged, so brazen that Porsche had to laugh. 

“I don’t think so.” Let Kim get him alone, naked and defenseless? No. For all Porsche knew, this was still a trap. The boy certainly made for an attractive honey pot. “Tell you what, you let me sample the goods, and I’ll take care of your brother’s boy problem. Then we’ll see about those family secrets.” 

“Fine.” Kim began to lift up his shirt, but Porsche stopped him. 

“On your knees. Show me what that mouth of yours can do.” 

Kim gave him a dirty look, like the prospect of sucking Porsche off was worse than fucking him. But he obeyed. He closed the scant space left between them, dropped to his knees, and brought his hands to Porsche’s belt. He was pleased to note they didn’t shake; Kim was entirely confident as he worked Porsche’s pants open and pulled out his cock; soft in his hand, but quickly hardening with a few firm strokes. 

Porsche expected Kim to balk. He expected Kim to reveal the ruse, or to come to his senses. Somehow, despite his dick filling Kim’s hand, he didn’t not expect it to then fill the boy’s mouth. But Kim was relentless. He didn’t play or tease. He wrapped his soft lips around the head of Porsche's dick and sucked, hard, his slender fingers squeezing around the base. 

It felt good. Kim was right; a hole was a hole. One willing mouth was no different than any other. 

Laying a hand on the back of Kim’s head, Porsche guided him lower, pushing with gentle pressure that he could have resisted, if he wanted to. Instead Kim accepted the guidance, let Porsche sink deeper into his mouth, until the head brushed the back of his throat and he gagged. He reeled back with a violent cough, saliva dripping down his chin already. 

“Aw, is this your first time?” Porsche didn’t mean to mock him, truly. But whether he meant to or not, that’s how it sounded, and Kim looked up at him like he wanted to bite him. 

“No,” Kim snapped, and just like that, he was back, sinking down over Porsche’s cock while digging his nails into his thighs. He set a steady pace, working himself over Porsche’s length, choking every time it battered the back of his throat until he could swallow it down and bury his nose against Porsche’s pelvis. 

Kim was a sight to behold; his eyes big and bright, tears dampening his long lashes and dripping down his cheeks, his lips red and swollen around Porsche’s cock as he took it down his throat. He swallowed, pulling a groan out of Porsche. Emboldened by the first sign Porsche was—begrudgingly—enjoying himself, Kim hollowed his cheeks and ran his tongue along the underside of Porsche’s dick as he pulled off, only to swallow him again, and again, and again. He still choked every time, but the spasms only meant he squeezed Porsche tighter, pulling more sounds of pleasure out of him. 

When Porsche finally came, Kim jerked back at the first spurt of come on his tongue, letting the rest of it splash across his face. 

Panting to catch his breath, one eye closed against the come dripping down his brow, Kim looked up at Porsche from his place on the ground and demanded with a hoarse voice, “Well?” 

This kid doesn’t give up, Porsche thought. He tucked himself back into his pants and nodded to his guards to come and take the boy away. 

“Wait, wait!” The two men hauled Kim up to his feet. “Do we have a deal?” 

“Sure, kid. Clean yourself up, we can work something out later.” 

For the first time all evening, Kim relaxed. Not entirely, Porsche could still see sharp lines of tension in his body. But there was a slump to his shoulders that hadn’t been there when he came in, his eyes going soft and downturned. Relieved. He let himself be led away. 

[duckiesarentuselessbitch]

Look i love them to but-

Some funny shit i found like bruh why he do tanjiro like that,😂😂

Perfect screenshot moment

He floating

[mamaspidershit]

brain help me,, brain,,, help me,,,

[sweetlittlestarbursts]

okay but, the question is...can i get someone to draw this as Clervalstein??? or can't I??

@spooky-something

@frankensteinindustries

@losercade

@toaster-trash

[instantfoxdonut]

sorry not sorry for posting this.... a friend re-introduced me to the meme...god...wat is wrong with me....lol...

[jayfeefle]

yes this is my mans. what abt it. so what if he’s a bit insane. you’re just a bitc- *a red dot appears on my forehead and im killed*

[novelroyalty]

My eyes noted the same things they did every time I saw her. Her curved ears, the face that lacked the pointiness that most Fae had, and the way her body looked like it was meant to take up space and leave a mark in the world. I smiled, unsure if I was nervous or just happy to see her.

-A piece of the promised Cardan fanfic 

[strangerhands]

thinkin about how poe would bite and suck on your neck while youre both still at the cantina and drunk🫠🫠🧎

this is all your doing raven,, @eyelessfaces

[invece-sto-sdraiato]

You guys!!! Look at his necklace! It's a golden spiral!! (a geometry concept seen a lot in nature) I didn't think it was possible to love him more than I already did, but expect the unexpected I guess 🥰

(my inner geek is giggling and kicking her feet big time)

[eternalera]

fuck you

3rd life desert duo broke me

double life pearl wrecked me

and then secret life scar DESTROYED ME

WHY

[literallycogsworth]

This is what you get when you have a really old phone.

[fireladya]

Incendiary by roslynwrites has me in an absolute chokehold and I've been going through withdrawals since June 23rd, anyone have ANY word from the author as to how they're doing??

[almost-an-artist]

Haha, don't you love it when all you've eaten today is chocolate chips and Cheetos, your so fucking tired, and you're only half way through the 3 art pieces you have to make?

Yeah, I don't.