#it's stupid but ughhhh oh well

[mildmayfoxe]

shaved my sides yesterday & accidentally cut one way too far back 😑 HELP

[js-sunflowers]

o/ hey hi welcome to my blog, the boy zone. only big men are allowed in here. only for a couple minutes though then you gotta get out i don't like talking /j my name is jebediah and i am a spiritual + phycological c!schlatt fictionkin 👍👍 not factkin, not irl and somewhat canon-divergent, as much as i can remember you can call me schlatt or jeb i don't really care getting this out of the way first so it's not "AUGH DSMP JUMPSCARE" and then you punch me directly into hell i use he/him pronouns and star/ghost xenos because i'm cool like that. only hot transmasc boys use neo/xenopronouns and that's the truth i'm a minor (16-18), AND i'm neurodivergent so you legally cannot bully me /j (autistic + adhd comorbidity, and this does, in fact, impact my ability to hold a conversation so don't be too concerned when i say words to you) i made this account to post about my experience as a fictionkin (read: sob over my missing boys and post about the sky sometimes) and make some minecraft things and maybe find some of my canon-mates, or any other kin who'd want to chat so uhhhhhhhh yeah ! that's me (edit: ft. my new carrd based on glass animals' newest single...you should so check it out guys) (https://dnicrit.carrd.co/) - basic dni criteria [for those who don't know the drill: racists, transphobes/homophobes, ableists, proship. get off my blog], <20 yrs & >16 yrs, cc stans (to be specific. cc!schlatt, cc!dream and cc!wilbur stans. out.) i don't fw ccs, factkin, those who partake in cringe culture. basically just don't be a dick and we'll probably get along

[periwinkle-the-11th]

It just hit me that I jabbed safety pins through my ears yesterday.

[screampied]

hey i LOVE your work and ykk ou ur toji is just like… UGHHHH

could you do a mean toji who just mocks the reader and makes fun of her while she gets off on him (like idk his thighs or whatever) or when he fucks her? i feel like you would write this very well;)

❤︎ ໋𓈒 toji mocking your moans while you ride him

warnings. fem! reader, thigh riding & cowgirl, dirty talk, praise, ōrgasm denial, breath play, spanking. + thank you sm !! mdni

“we’re quite handsy today, huh,” he’d mumble once his eyes flicker down towards your nude body—you suck in a single breath as he’s got you just barely straddling his lap. with an unsatisfied pout, you’re just here moving up and down against his beefy thigh—oh so desperately wishing that you were riding him instead of his stupid, stupid leg. toji’s amusement only fuels the more you frown and scowl, pawing your hands up his perfectly chiseled thighs before he snickers. “what’s the issue? my thigh not enough to satisfy the pretty girl?”

“no..” you immediately say, throwing your arms around his broad shoulders. he could hear the irritation linger on your tone before you bury your face into his neck . . a good waft of his loud cologne scent infiltrating inside your nostrils.

two rugged hands drag down your back, sending you multiple shivers from his touch before he replies in a hoarse tone. “well, that’s too damn bad,” and his chortling laugh only makes you throb from how close it’s against your ear—fuck. “actually, y’know what. i feel like bein’ nice today, baby. you want more than my thigh? how ‘bout ya jus’ ask me nicely.”

“but—”

“but—nothin’ girl, now speak,” toji utters, feeling your grinding against his thigh—grabbing your chin softly before making you stare him right in the eyes. he slyly grins, a thumb tracing down your dampened lip. “i’ll wait.. talk to me nice, girl.”

your eyes avert towards his dick, just laying there on his stomach—so ridiculously lengthy, a mere tannish color coats it - including his leaky tip that stares right back at you.

it looks so good, you wanted him inside so bad that it hurts—he could tell too, you found it hard to stay still as you made a cute attempt at rutting against him once more.

“i— i want you, ‘toji,” you claw at his body with doe lit eyes, his swollen base—so full of unused seed that you desperately yearned for it to be inside of you, filling up your pretty little womb. “want you s'bad.”

“oh i know you do, babygirl,” he rasps, he can’t help but notice the sudden boner that makes his jaw tighten. coarse big hands grip both of your hips before he gawks at you with that same tantalizingly smug grin. “can’t just spoil ya all the time though, talk more for me. i like listenin’ to that needy voice.”

ugh, you start to grow impatient and he only laughs at your sheer annoyed expense.

“please,” you murmur out in a whiney tone, slowly wrapping your clammy fingers around his length. he doesn’t stop you, he lets you touch all over him, aligning yourself with the fat weight of his cock that was just aching to be buried within you. “i wanna ride you so bad, ‘toj. need it, need your cum.”

“girl you don’t need . . . shit,” he swallows, a cold sweat breaking onto him.

you’re fucking hot—especially whenever you just take what you want, toji could have creamed his pants at just your voice and your voice alone.

you had him so hard, he sucks his teeth in total exasperation before he feels you slowly start to sink him down. “fuck, y’er such a little brat,” he mutters, feeling the warmth of your walls swallow him whole. it was a moist feeling, you were already a bit soaked—purely from riding his thigh for how many minutes, you weren’t even sure anymore, nor did you even relatively care. “ride me then, do y’er fuckin’ worst then.”

“shut up and i will.” you snap back.

he rolls his eyes, feeling your ass thrash against his lap and it makes him squeeze the plush mounds of your rear.

“eh, i really don’t like that mouth,” and he spanks you harder, this time it stings and you moan—he’s so thick that your stomach starts to seize once you feel him gradually reach into the depths of your pussy. “when you ride me, there shouldn’t be any back talk, girl,” and he grabs your chin for the nth time, pressing a sweltering wet kiss right onto your glossed lips. “. . . are we clear or do i gotta let this pussy know what goes ‘round here.”

…so cocky,

you gnaw at your lip—fighting back the urge to roll your own eyes backwards before you thrust against him harder.

it’s relentless, the brutal skin-to-skin contact makes a raw moan harshly yank from the back of your throat as your hands continue to claw on his chest.

his bare chest that was already glistening with droplets of sweat. he was so toned, his pecs—his nipples that were swollen and a sheeny pink color, you even attempt to lean in to lap your tongue against his nipple but he lightly shoves you back.

“leave those alone, slut,” and you conceal back a laugh—by 'those', he was most likely referring to his tits broad pecs. “ride me, ‘n hurry up. ‘m gonna fall asleep at this rate.”

toji never knew how to simply shut the fuck up, such a talkative man—whispering filthy sweet nothings into your ear as you’re taking every thick inch of his cock. he stretches you out so good that you’re already whimpering, eyes goggling profusely at the way his angry tip just thwacks and thwacks against your g-spot. “s-shiiit, toji,” you’d curse out in a sharp breath, continuing to drag your hips further against him at such a pace.

in and out, in and out, you’re rotating your waist a bit before he grunts lowly, head throwing back and he smacks your ass yet again, and again, and again. “fuck yeah, ride me jus’ like that. such a good girl, takin’ this dick like the good girl you are, mhm.”

“t—tojiiiii,” you’d mewl out right against the flapping shell of his ear. your cunt felt so stuffed, a straining exhale snatches from your lungs before you whimper once his base kisses against your ass. his base was so full, you only imagined how much build up cum was stored in there just for you.

“t—tojiiiiiii,” he mimics your tone as you mash against him, the sofa he sits on sinking down a bit from both weights combined. you pout once he starts mocking you, a gruff laugh dies from his throat before he squeezes your right ass cheek. “feels good, yeah? keep moanin’ for me like that.”

“shut up, s-shut uppp,” you moan, burying your face into his neck. doing so, you get a concise whiff of his cheap cologne and it smells so good. you’re a mess, spasming as your stomach continues to seize before he grabs both of your hips so that you could slam down onto him even harder. “close, toji. ‘m really close, fuck.”

he groans, feeling the hefty weight of his balls smack against your skin each time you move up, then down, then up . . . all over again. toji’s a big guy, it was no secret. the way your pussy constricts around his length, paving way for more movement . . . simply hypnotizing.

“yeahhh,” he snarls, strong hands still attached to your ass. green irises of his dilate, his eyes turn hooded for a second as he glances back at you. an entire mess, tongue all lolled out and you’re feeling it steadily about to approach. “look so fuckin’ dumb,” he points out with a subtle head shake, grabbing your chin again. “my dumb baby,” he corrects himself and your pout softens.

he’s so fucking big— you’ll point this out a million times if you have to, the stretch was so immaculate.

toji groans, pressing another saturated kiss onto your lips and you taste a brief mixture of his saliva and alcohol—presumably rum, you lean into his touch before feeling his big hands snake near your neglected tits. his growing stubble tickles against your face as you quicken your pace. so good, so fucking good.

all you can think about is that you’re getting off, you’re about to finish— gush out so much, you feel a familiar pit in your stomach arise. he feels you starting to shake and twitch, it’s cute.

“. . easy, now,” he teases, finding it adorable how whenever your orgasm approaches—you’d be an entire mess, pussy convulsing all on his cock as if it was the first time you ever took him. “oh my just look at that pout,” he points out, reaching towards your chin before bringing you all up close towards his face. not to mention, toji’s so pretty up close—ten times more intimidating with his low hazy eyes and wide sleazy smile. “such a baby. want me to talk ya through it?”

“p—please,” you whine, barely even giving him a chance to finish his seductive sentence.

with a playful eyebrow furrow, he makes you grind against him even harder. the sofa creaks and you squeak out a whimper, feeling yourself about to make such a mess. “please, please,” he copies your tone again, and it’s so embarrassing. toji purposely pitches his tone to sound like you and he snickers at the growing glare on your face. “please what, babygirl?”

with an irritated grumble, your flimsy arms still thrown over him, you moan out a desperate, “please let me c-cum. toji, i want it s’bad, pleaseplease let me be a messy girl.”

“. . . ahhhh,” he parts his lips, and he’s oh so dramatic, flickering his eyes towards the ceiling as if he’s deep in thought. “let me think about it.”

you didn’t know how much you could take, you’re sopping wet and his raspy deep voice that was right up against your earlobe doesn’t make things any better.

jagged breaths rip out from your esophagus as your shaky limbs could barely keep themselves up. he cackles, feeling your soft quavering lips kiss near his face, brushing against the scar that runs near the right lower part of his lip. it twitches as a response from your touch, how cute..

“hurry the fuck up then, lay it all on me,” he finally grunts, witnessing the way your dilated irises light up at his sudden permission— you whimper out, finally coming undone and it’s like a rough wave that crashes over you. the calm before the storm, once it comes, you’re left pulsating with his thick dick still buried inside of your cunt. you hug him tight with your walls like a vice, never wanting to let go. “you make such the silliest noises, girl.”

“s— shut up,” you moan, the under parts of your thighs aching heavily as you’re still in the midst of your teeth-shattering release. it feels so good, your maw drops and the contracts inside of your pussy only duplicates. it’s mouth watering, you grind against him just slightly and he spanks your ass, head going back. “i- i love you, toji.”

“i love me too,” he jibes with a cocky grin, sweat beads racing down the sides of his brow. you shoot him a glare and he rolls his eyes for the nth time. “. . kidding,” and he plants a kiss near your forehead, rough hand still attached to your right ass cheek like velcro. “i love you too, sweetheart.”

you’re still panting, but he’s clearly not done talking— it’s toji, figures.

“now bend the fuck over,” he grouses, eyes gazing towards your ass— a tongue goes against his lips like he was preparing for an appetizing meal. “i’m not finished. we gotta work on that lazy arch of yours, girl.”

[norrisleclercf1]

First off happy birthday daddy nado!! I have a alonso thought of having a one night stand with alonso and then showing up to your new job at aston martin thinking he won’t recognize you, but he’s been dreaming of you since that night

A/N: Ughhhh love this trope, like bitch don't play stupid he gave you fabulous orgasms dammit

Warnings: Get's dirty at the end

"We're so happy to have you join us here at Aston Martin. Your resume is quiet impressive." Mr. Stroll praises showing you around the facility. One thing you weren't expecting was the big boss to show you around and just how hands on he is. "Oh, well thank you sir." Giving that fake smile unsure how to take compliments well.

There was one nigh though that you took compliments from a Spainard like fucking candy. Shaking your head, you try to forget the one-night stand knowing you'll never see him again anyways.

"Now, let me introduce you to the drivers." Pushing the door open, it's like a punch to the gut. You school your features quickly giving the two people before a polite smile. "This is my son, Lance." Lance steps forward, shaking your hand quick before stepping back. "And this, is Fernando Alonso." Fernando stares at you, shocked.

"Nando." Lance nudges the older driver who quickly snaps out of it. "It's.....lovely to meet you." His hand grabs your sending bolts of electricity up your arm, making you dizzy. "You too, it's nice to meet you." Wanting the earth to swallow you whole.

The man before you is your sexy one-night stand who pulled way more orgasms out of you possible. Dropping your hand he steps back, joy bursting from his chest. Here you are, the one he hasn't been able to stop dreaming about.

The cruel nights without you next to him would end. He refuses to listen to Lawerence as he drones on and on, just wanting to pull you into his arms and kiss you. But, you refuse to look at him.

"Now, let's continue." Lawerence leading you out of the room, Fernando scrambling after the two of you. "Um, Lawerence you're needed for a meeting. I can so Y/n around." The older man grumbles and heads off leaving you alone with Fernando.

"So, this is where they fancy new job is." He teases, but you cock your head to the side acting confused. "I'm sorry, have we met before?" His lips fall, but a chuckle does pass those lips.

"Act like you don't know me, that's fine. But remember this," He leans in whispering in your ear. "I'm the one who pumped you full and fucked you like the whore you are. Don't ever forget the way you screamed for me. Or how my cock feels in you." Stepping back he smiles walking off.

"Your turn." You curse hating the way he made you wet with no issues. This was going to be hard.

[fatuismooches]

FOR THE HARBINGERS

Reader telling them "I love you", and they either smile, fluster or say ilyt BUT reader is like " no you don't understand ". Grabs them by the shoulder, looks them dead straight in the eye and says it slowly once again. " I. Love. You." And proceed to say the most devoted, loving words about them and how reader is so in love, loyal and just. UGHHHH

Take it easy! Just bask into this idea, hope you don't stress over answering a bunch of (my 😭) asks!! Mwah mwah 💕💕 /p

OH I AM MORE THAN BASKING INTO THIS BECAUSE IT IS SO REAL!!!! We love a reader who is completely and utterly in love with their Harbingers <3 Pierro and Capitano are the ones who stay silent as you go on a whole tangent about how much you love them. Pierro retains his usual serious look, but you're so caught up with your words you may not notice how his face turns softer at your blatant declarations of devotion. Sure, he has a mountain of work to catch up on, but what kind of lover would he be if he didn't let his love rant their feelings out to him? He's not the most verbal or physically affectionate, but that doesn't mean he doesn't appreciate it. I imagine he's been betrayed and such in the past, you know with Celestia and Khaenri'ah and all, so he deeply appreciates your words. Capitano... well, you can never really see his expression with that big helmet of his, so it's a bit hard to tell what he's thinking but don't worry!! His heart is beating quicker than usual and his mind is racing as to what to reply with!! Since when did you become so romantic and affectionate? He hasn't read enough romance advice books to respond properly yet! So Capitano just... pats your head and thanks you so sincerely it makes you giggle. He attempts to formally respond to your feelings via writing but he can't find the right words, unfortunately.

Dottore (that's who you're here for, I know) merely bursts into a laugh. No, he's not laughing at you, but he simply finds it a bit amusing. The idea of true devotion, of genuine loyalty, of real love... he still toys with those concepts a bit. He does feel these things toward you, but he won't verbalize them. Yet you don't seem to care about admitting those feelings toward him in the slightest... in fact, it seems like you jump at the chance to tell him how much you adore him... it's a bit funny to Dottore. Of course, he won't ever stop you, he does enjoy being worshipped and loved by you. Akademiya Zandik, on the other hand, would probably fight you off and then storm away to hide his blushing cheeks. How dare you say such idiotic things to him and how dare you make his heart thump hard at such stupid words. Pantalone too, except it's less of a laugh and more of a few chuckles. He's the kind of person to smile and nod at everything you say, completely enamored by you. He'll stop you in the middle and ask you to elaborate on a specific part and you happily do, he's stroking his own ego at this point but how can you blame him? His darling is being far too cute for him not to want to tease them a bit!

Columbina and Childe are very excited and blushy over it. They adore it when you're so open with them! Columbina's smile is even larger than usual as she hums in agreement with everything you're saying. Yes, please keep adoring her like this. She loves hearing about how much you love her. She's quite open with her feelings toward you too, so to hear it reciprocated so plainly? Pure bliss for her! Childe too is similar, you can literally see how he lights up and a faint blush spreads across his cheeks when you flatter him with such praise. But not for too long, because he'll pick you up and tease you ten times harder. Trying to get on his good side, hmm? Well, he'll have you know he loves you far more than you ever cold. Occasionally, he gets worried about whether it's right to be with you since he's in the Fatui, so these kinds of messages are secretly quite reassuring to him.

Arlecchino and Signora are very elegant and smooth about it. They watch you with a knowing smile, hands tracing over your collarbone and up to your neck and chin... a finger combing through your hair. Arlecchino is still a quiet and reserved woman, she still doesn't say much after your confession, but she is very pleased. Kisses you and gives you a sincere thank you. In her line of work, it's not often she find someone as loyally passionate as you are. Much less someone she loves to the deepest depths of her heart. She knows that you'll never betray or stab her in the back, and she shall never do that to you either. Signora is more smug and teasing about it. Oh? You truly love her that much? How about you show her it too? She ends up flustering you despite you being the one throwing all these sweet words at you. She truly loves being pampered by you, she needs it after all with all of the heartache she went through with her last lover, who she was abruptly cut off from.

Scaramouche and Sandrone short circuit for a few moments before springing back to life, stuttering and berating you for such stupidity and hurriedly breaking free from your grip. They can't deal with such loving words being directed towards them, especially unprompted. Scaramouche's expression is one that you have imprinted in your memory, the uncharacteristic redness and slack jaw, before he becomes his usual Scara self and launches into a long speech about how clingy and strange you were and that you should never do that ever again lest he actually get mad (this is a plea for you to confess all of that again, despite his adamant protest... you know he loves being loved, a feeling that always seemed to slip away from him. He's hesitant about it but he can't deny the rush of his "heart" when he hears your sincere words.) Sandrone's face is just blank. Blank like a robot. She opens her mouth to speak and then closes it, and then opens it again but she's at a loss for words. She finally gets out a half-hearted insult and ends up stuttering halfway through, so that's already not a good look for her. It seems even her usual bad attitude can't keep up when assaulted with such genuine affection...

And... Papanella can get a little platonic kiss on the cheek while you thank him for being the best grandad.

[sadhours]

Harringrove at Tina’s party pleaseeeeee. Steve is a sobbing mess over nancy and just wants to forget and who better than to assist him with that than Billy???? Also Billy just leaving Steve covered in his cum and crying over his new conflicted feelings like ughhhh

Hi I love you. This was fun to write. It uh, gets a lil sad at the end.

Cw: 18+ minors dni, Billy using Steve. Some degradation. Smut and angst?

Bullshit. Bullshit. Bullshit.

The words repeated heavy in Steve’s head, over and over and over until his stomach churned with dread and disgust. Nancy thought they were bullshit? While Steve thought they were what? In love? He feels like a fool but what the fuck else is new. The eyes on him as he stalked after her and her stupid punch stained shirt tell him he’s gonna hear about this all week at school. Guaranteed to be blame of the punch spill anyways.

He had fully intended to stay relatively sober at this party when he arrived but now the slice in his heart needs mending and ya know what, that bottle of Jack he earlier denied is calling his name. So he goes to find it, eyes scanning the crowd until it falls on that annoying man, pecks peeking out behind a leather jacket and of course, the stupid fingerless gloves he’s wearing are wrapped around that bottle of whiskey Steve is suddenly desperate for. Fuck it. He’s King Steve, this beautiful asshole called him that earlier, when he puffed his chest and glared into Steve’s soul. He can fucking take the whiskey from him. In fact, he has to. Pushing through the crowd, Steve gets his fingers around the neck of the bottle and tugs. Hargrove raises his eyebrows, lips turning up into a smirk but he doesn’t give, grips the shaft of the bottle tighter.

“Need something, King Steve?” his honeyed voice purrs and it boils Steve’s blood.

With a curl of his upper lip, he growls back, “Yeah, fork it over, prick.”

“Oh,” Billy cackles, “Yes, your majesty. Here.”

Steve rips the bottle from Billy’s hand and takes a dangerous swig of it, the amber liquid burning down his throat. He doesn’t tear his eyes away from the blue ones glued to his face, something insidious behind them. Steve doesn’t care, chokes down another fiery swig and exhales, his stomach swirling with heat from the booze. Hargrove keeps eying him with intrigue, a playful tilt to his smirk that makes Steve weary. He goes to stomp off, then fingers are wrapping around his wrist.

“Something bothering you?” Billy asks with a duck of his head, shining teeth bared in a smile Steve doesn’t exactly trust.

“Yeah, you.”

“Feisty, nice. I’ve heard that about you,” Hargrove beams, keeps his grip firm on Steve’s wrist and tugs him into the bathroom he’d just been told he was bullshit in.

He locks the door behind him, leans against the door and looks at Steve differently. Almost hungry?

“What’s this about? Let me out,” Steve seethes and moves for the doorknob but Billy blocks him.

“C’mon,” he pouts, “something’s bothering you, what is it?” Hargrove tilts his head, “Something to do with your stuck up girlfriend?”

“Shut up,” Steve hates the way his eyes well up with tears, hates the way his stomach drops at the mention of Nancy.

“She dump you in here?” Billy asks with this shit eating grin that makes Steve’s skin crawl.

“Get the fuck out of my way,” Steve tries, ashamed of the way his voice cracks when he says it.

Hargrove pouts again, snatches the bottle from Steve’s grip and swallows some down before setting it on the counter, “C’mon, you’re King Steve, right? Bitches come and go.”

“Stop,” Steve whimpers out, bringing his hands up to his face in shame as the tears trickle down his cheeks.

Billy crowds him then, presses the small of his back against the counter and gets real close to his face. It’s threatening at first but something about Billy’s whiskey and nicotine tinged breath on his face is… hot? Oh, god. What the fuck is wrong with him? It’s the whiskey, even though he hasn’t really had much. It’s the rejection doing it. He’s not even into guys. Why the hell is Billy Hargrove of all people making his dick twitch? It makes such little sense that he’s full on crying now, sobbing into the minuscule space between them. And Hargrove’s hands grip his waist, and then he… he fucking licks the tears off of Steve’s cheek and Jesus Christ, he’s hard in his jeans from it. Steve chokes out another pathetic sob before he shoves Billy back, glaring down at him fiercely.

“The fuck is wrong with you, faggot?” Steve seethes out, pushing down another sob.

Billy scoffs, raises a brow and moves his hand to cup Steve through his jeans, “I’m not often wrong. And I’m not wrong this time, faggot.”

Steve closes his eyes as he whimpers, the warmth and firmness of Billy’s palm against his pulsing erection confirms it for the both of ‘em. Steve likes this. He actually fucking likes this. And it’s definitely because the whiskey and Nancy breaking his heart and not actually because he’s attracted to Hargrove. He thinks for a brief moment before he’s reaching back for the bottle of Jack and downs some more. He sets it back down and rolls his hips into Billy’s hand, letting another slew of tears escape his eyes. Hargrove presses into his strained erection and licks his cheek again. And it’s the oddest thing. Steve feels heat pooling in his stomach from it. Maybe it’s the whiskey. The safer thing to think is it’s from the whiskey and not from the weird, gay degradation happening.

“Poor King Steve,” Hargrove whispers in his ear, “Crying over some mediocre pussy.”

Steve can’t even fight back anymore, he’s over the fight and all he can is welcome the pleasure erupting over his body from Hargrove fondling his cock and balls over his jeans. It’s pathetic, he knows that but it feels too good and he wants more. No, he needs more. Tells Billy as much with a whimper and another roll of his hips.

“I’ll make you cry like a bitch, too,” Hargrove mumbles into the shell of his ear before dipping down to bite his lobe and tug.

The cries turn into moans as Billy bites down Steve’s neck and undoes his jeans, shoving them down his thighs and wrapping his fingers around Steve’s aching cock. The leather from the gloves is an interesting sensation, Steve likes it a lot. It’s obvious by the way he’s thrusting up into Billy’s fist and whining.

“God, you’re whiny,” Billy observes, jerking Steve’s cock dry in his palm, “That why the princess dumped you? She get fed up with how much of a bitch you are?”

“Shut up,” Steve says behind gritted teeth, fingers moving to grip the counter behind him.

“I haven’t even done anything,” Billy comments? pulling back as he scoops the precum bubbling from Steve’s dick on his fingertip and brings it up eye level, “Even your dick is weeping.”

Billy apparently thinks he’s hilarious by the way he cackles, but then he’s licking the slick from his finger and Steve’s knees almost buckle from the sight. He thinks this might be the hottest thing that’s ever happened to him, and that’s alarming but something for him to consider after he’s blown his load. Hargrove drops to his knees and squeezes the base of Steve’s cock, looking up at him under thick lashes. He’s so pretty, Steve wants to touch his face, drag his thumb along Billy’s cheekbone but he doesn’t let himself. His leaking, pulsing hard on is proof enough he thinks Billy is pretty, doesn’t need to push his luck anyway. He thinks Hargrove might bite his fingers if he does so, or maybe worse, his dick.

Plush, pink lips circle the head of Steve’s cock and he’s letting out a gasp, shocked by just how much he likes the sight. He wants so desperately to touch the boy before him but he won’t let himself, no matter how much those dirty blonde curls are begging to have Steve’s fingers in them. Hargrove’s mouth is so warm and so wet as he takes Steve down. Better than any hole he’s ever been in and that’s… another thought for later. His cock twitches in Billy’s mouth, and he smirks around it, letting Steve know he felt it.

“Fuuuck,” he whines out, lips parting in ecstasy. The arousal he feels now is white hot, intoxicating more than any swig of whiskey. If he’s not careful, he’s libel to fall in love with Billy Hargrove this instant and nobody needs that. Pupils blown, Billy looks into Steve’s eyes while he sucks him down deep, so deep. Steve can feel his tip hitting the back of Hargrove’s throat and the fucker swallows. Steve’s seeing stars for a second, forgetting that he was trying not to touch Billy as he slips his fingers into that dumb fucking mullet. Tugs while he moans lowly, earning another smile around his cock. God damn, this idiot is pretty and Steve hates him and loves him all at once. Wants to punch his dumb face and kiss it at the same time.

Hargrove moves a hand up and cradles Steve’s balls in his palm, bobbing his head up and down like he was fucking born to do this. How did he get so good at sucking cock? Steve suddenly feels excited at the prospect of knowing this secret about Billy, maybe he can use this against him. But then again, it’s his dick down Hargrove’s throat. One of these might be gayer but Steve can’t even finish these thoughts because Billy’s giving him the blowjob of a lifetime and Steve’s pathetically on the brink of orgasm. Can’t even warn Billy before he’s shooting down his throat.

“Christ,” he chokes out, bucking his hips into Billy’s face as he chases the pleasure and this guy is a champ. Billy grabs a hold of Steve’s thighs and takes the face fucking, then leans back on his haunches as he grins up at him.

Steve’s panting against the counter, coming back down to earth when Billy opens the cabinet to the left of his leg and starts rifling through it.

“What are you doing?” Steve wonders, voice wrecked.

“Said I was gonna make you cry like a bitch, didn’t I?” Billy quips around a dangerous smirk, holding up a bottle of baby oil.

“What?” Steve asks, eyes wide. What the hell is Hargrove gonna do with that oil?

“Turn around,” Billy rises to his feet, eyebrow lifted like he dares Steve to disobey.

“Dude— no,” Steve gapes, “I—“

“Pretty boy, I said turn around,” Billy levels, eyes dark and Steve does, in spite of everything telling him not to. Hargrove’s lips are on his ear, “Lemme show you something that priss never could.”

Suddenly, there’s a slickness pressing to his asshole and Steve chokes out a gasp, looks at himself in the mirror and his face shows the shock he feels. Billy hooks his chin over Steve’s shoulder and meets his eyes in the mirror as his fingers rub circles against Steve’s hole. It feels nice despite the panic rising in his chest, and Steve doesn’t tear his eyes away from the reflection of Billy’s.

“I’m gonna make you feel better than that bitch ever could,” Billy tells him, voice low and raspy which causes another stir to Steve’s softening cock. Then Billy’s finger pushes past the tight ring of Steve’s asshole and it’s a sharp pain but at the same time it’s overwhelmingly pleasant. Punches a moan out of Steve’s throat and he drops his head, eyes on the sink but immediately, Billy’s hands on his throat and urging his head upright again.

“Look at yourself,” he insists, curling his finger and then bites Steve’s jaw. “Such a pretty boy.”

Steve whines, not recognizing himself in the mirror. Billy’s sliding in another finger as his tongue soothes the tender skin his teeth assaulted, eyes trained on Steve’s flushed face. Billy’s fingers twist and prod until they hit a spot inside of Steve he didn’t know existed and he cries out, vision blurring as Billy continuously rubs at the spot. The stupidly gorgeous face he sees in the mirror looks smug, but Steve’s a little too preoccupied to be mad at it. Hell, he barely notices when Billy’s adding a third digit to his hole. Steve whimpers out, knuckles turning white where he’s gripping tightly onto the countertop.

Hargrove bites at his jaw again, thrusting his fingers in quick succession and each time they poke Steve’s prostate he moans, feeling his eyes cross as his cock springs back to life. He scissors his fingers, stretching Steve’s hole as he groans lowly and rolls his hips.

“Think you’re ready?” Billy asks, voice teetering on desperation and it’s really nice to hear. Steve’s nodding his head, all the panic from before evaporated at this point.

Billy pulls his fingers out and Steve fucking whines, more pathetic than he’s sounded all night. It���s short lived, Billy’s quick with slathering his cock in the oil and pressing his head to Steve’s eager hole. Obviously, his cock is thicker than his fingers and Steve’s feeling that panic return but Billy pushes the head through and Steve cries out, tears prickling his eyes at the sensation because it is painful but his balls tighten from it and his eyes roll back. It’s painful in the delicious kind of way. He couldn’t even remember Nancy’s name in this moment if he tried. Heads empty, nobodies home. Just clouds of God, that’s nice and oh, wow there’s a cock in my ass. Billy’s hand meets his throat again and he purrs in Steve’s ear, “Look at me.”

Steve didn’t even realize he’d closed his eyes, but he opens them and his vision is flooded with the reflection of himself, Billy’s face pressed next to his and that leather clad hand around his neck. He looks to Billy’s eyes in the mirror, a little upset with how much it makes his heart swell. Steve’s easy. Billy saw he was upset and did something to make him forget about it. Fuck, he might be in love. Nope. Steve, stop it.

Billy sinks in a little deeper, draining the air of Steve’s lungs as he does so, “Fuck!”

“I was right, huh?” Billy says, breathless as his face contorts in pleasure.

“Uh huh,” Steve breathes, would agree with anything the blonde says at this point. His heads all warm and fuzzy and Billy’s really pretty. The angles of his face irritated Steve before, got a hint of jealousy in his gut but now he just wants to touch them.

Hargrove groans, digging his nails into Steve’s hips as he drives deeper into the brunette, “So fucking tight.”

And then the head of his cock meets with Steve’s prostate and Steve’s eye roll back in his head. He would’ve collapsed to the floor if it wasn’t for the grip Billy has on him. Doesn’t realize he’s crying again until Billy licks his cheeks again, hips still as he allows Steve to adjust to his length. Hargrove’s breath is heavy on his face, fanning across his sticky cheek in waves. Billy starts rolling his hips, languid and deep and each stroke makes Steve feel like he’s floating higher and higher away. His reflection looks as fucked out as he feels, his eyes glazed over and wide, lips parted in an O and his cheeks are wildly flushed. But this sensation is fucking otherworldly and his cocks at full attention, begging to be touched even though he just came. His chest feels tight while he spews out these breathless and high pitched moans. Hargrove looks as smug as can be, cheek pressed against Steve’s with this fucking grin on his face, like he’s so proud of himself.

“When I heard about you,” Billy grunts, “I didn’t think you’d be this fucking easy.” He punctuates the last word with a particularly rough thrust that’s got Steve’s toes curling in his shoes.

Steve couldn’t talk if he tried, brains too fuzzy with euphoria and fuck, is he drooling? Yep, he is. A string of saliva drips from his lips down onto the bathroom counter but he can’t be bothered to wipe his face, he can’t fucking move at all besides his hips. They keep pushing back to meet Billy’s thrusts.

Hargrove wraps his fingers around Steve’s cock and strokes him at the same pace he’s drilling into him. And fuck, fuck, oh fuck. Steve cries out, eyes squeezing shut as he spills spunk all over Billy’s fist. He’s never cum that quick in his life. He’s out to lunch, man. Seeing stars, seeing God. When he’s coming back to earth, Hargrove’s laughing, clearly pleased with himself. He bends Steve over the counter and hammers into him, hard and quick. The roughness of his hips slamming into the counter launch sharp pain down his legs and he’s crying out again, gripping onto the counter for dear fucking life. And then a totally new sensation has him babbling and moaning as Billy fills him with spunk, a guttural grunt falling on Steve’s ears. But as quick as he feels it, it’s gone. Billy’s pulling out of him and he feels a little pat on his head before he hears the door open and close. Steve sinks down to the floor, curling up in the fetal position as he processes what the fuck just happened. And he’s sobbing some more, his heart twisting with a pain he’s never felt before. His thighs are slick and sticky and his ass is fucking sore but worse than that, he’s alone. Steve feels used up, stupid and more confused than he’s ever been.

[dollfaceksj]

Can #7 be of Jungkook getting seriously jealous and making oc cry with mean-ish words? Maybe? Please?

i hear u loud and clear 🫡

gonna tag some warnings: y/n is a bit out of line/out of character cause of alcohol consumption & sorry for the angst…. this kinda takes a serious turn unlike the crack-vibes we’ve had so far. + its pretty long. sawry <3333

taste of a poison paradise | jjk (m) #7

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sunday evening, ur chillin’ at home, watching how to get away with murder with a bag of chips on your stomach and your legs thrown up on the table

your phone starts ringing and you groan

who the hell is calling u rnnnn

you reach for the remote to pause the show before raising your phone to look at your screen

oh it’s eunbi

…

wait

IT’S EUNBI

you shoot up and chew the remnants of the chips in your mouth quickly, swallowing it down with your can of soda

you pick up the phone and put it to your ear

“hey–”

“i told you not to tell him!”

NO

what

NO NO NO

“what?”

“don’t act stupid! jungkook! you told jungkook!”

fuck fuck fuck

how are you gonna explain that you really didn’t!!

“eunbi i swear i didn’t!”

“then why did he come by to tell me he doesn’t like messing with people that can’t keep it on the down low? you’re the only one i told!!”

just to tell her? does that mean he just went there to break their little fling off and he didn’t fuck her?

but

why…

would he…

hm

“i swear i didn’t tell him. you can ask him yourself!”

“well i can’t anymore, he wasn’t very fucking happy, y/n. now he thinks i’m a dumb bitch that can’t help but run her mouth.”

well

she kinda is?

just calm her down

“you’re getting worked up over someone that has a gaming set up with twin monitors and a chair that lights up.”

she quietly chuckles and then says, “well, he has amazing dick.”

oooof. it worked

you roll your eyes. “you can find so many better, eunbi. don’t let that guy walk all over you like that.”

rich coming from YOU

she sighs quietly. “sorry for yelling like that. i just…”

she suddenly trails off

hm?

“you just?” you encourage her to finish her sentence

“how do you know he has a gaming set up? even i don’t know that.”

😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

oh right

yeah

well

you’re fucked actually

now how the FUCK are you gonna explain you’ve been to his apartment after he just broke it off with her

SHE’S GONNA THINK YOU MADE HIM BREAK IT OFF WITH EUNBI FOR YOU

“what?”

wow very smart

“how the fuck do you know that, y/n?”

just calm down

think logically

“eunbi, he’s literally a damn gamer. it was a stereotypical joke but i’m pretty sure he does.”

GOOD SAVE GOOD SAVE

it’s quiet on the other line for a moment

“right, right, sorry. i’m being paranoid.”

“paranoid for what? u’d hate it if i did something with him?”

“well, i wouldn’t like it to be honest but i guess you can do whatever you want. it’d just be a shitty thing to do.”

???

“why, though? like you said he’s fucking everyone and their mother. you weren’t seeing each other romantically and y’all weren’t on platonic terms either. it was just sex.”

the other line is quiet

you conclude, “unless you… unless you’ve caught feelings for him.”

silence

eunbi is dead silent

“really eunbi? a JUNIOR?”

“ughhhh it’s not my fault, okay! he’s just so…” she deeply sighs. “he just knows what to say.”

yeah

yeah you know what she means

“i’m sorry he broke it off like that.”

“it’s okay. maybe it’s better before i actually catch some real feelings.”

you sigh and rub your forehead. “you’re in uni to get your degree, not let guys walk all over you and ESPECIALLY not geeks that are younger than you.”

she softly chuckles, “right. well anyways, i gotta go. i’ll talk to you later.”

“okay…” you quietly sigh as you hang up the phone and slam your phone down onto the couch besides you

for fucks sake

if you didn’t already feel stupid for playing this stupid game with jungkook, you feel guilty now

but why? they weren’t a thing

they weren’t anything

you could’ve very well already been sleeping with jungkook (gross!) when she told you

so does it matter in the end?

it’s just a matter of circumstances

worse than the circumstances you find yourself in right now

clubbing on a friday evening with tae and his mates

wearing the tightest little skirt you own

a long sleeve shirt that plunges almost all the way down to your belly button, cleavage on display

makeup and hair done the way you like it

you look absolutely stunning (u always do bae <3)

tae came to pick you up and now you’re standing in a club, hugging your phone to your chest as you wait by the bar

joon, yoongi, tae and seokjin are present

and yoongi looks mighty mighty MIGHTYYYY good

his long black hair is slicked back and he’s dressed in all black like he walked off the set of a mafia movie

you’ve taken just two shots so far but taehyung hitting The Shoot to a song that it doesn’t fit on whilst recording it for his insta story is enough to turn your babysitter instinct on

but

your phone buzzes

instagram notification

probably taehyung tagging you on his story again for the nth time tonight

you glance at your phone anyways

📸 @.jungkook97 has requested to follow you!

?

??

???

what the fuck

what the literal FUCK?

why is he

WHY IS HE ????

Oh for fucks sake

shit shit

what do you do?

accepting and declining his follow request would both just look like you’re still playing his game

and ur NOT!!!

swear

your thumb hovers over the confirm button

girl just accept his follow request and he’ll see how unbothered you are thru ur story

NO

decline and put him BEHIND you.

nooooo just accept :))

decline.

accept!!

DECLINE

before you can even accept or decline

an arm brushes against your elbow and you snap your head up to look at the person

is it .. who u think it is ..

“you don’t look like you’re enjoying your night,” he says as he nods towards taehyung

oh shit it’s yoongi

his voice is so deep and gravely. goodness gracious.

what perfect timing

you really needed something to take your mind off of all this bs

“i’m babysitting a grown man,” you chuckle, crossing your arms as you lean back against the bar

“he’s not your responsibility so you’re a good friend for that.”

hmmm

what a sweet thing to say :(

“thanks, yoongles.”

he chuckles and shakes his head. “what did i say about calling me yoongles?”

hm hm hm

you quip, “want me to call you something else instead?”

WHERES UR DECORUM???

TWO SHOTS AND UR LOSING UR MIND

he glances at you. “i’d blame the alcohol for your boldness but you had water the other day and you were still on demon time.”

???

you giggle and shake your head. “i’m fine. i’m just having fun, yoonie.”

“don’t call me that either.”

you should really listen to him but why are you such a fucking lightweight MANNNNN

you lean into his face. “you know, you have really pretty lips. like you could be a mouth model.” your eyes are glued to his lips and his eyes are staring down at you as you close your eyes in on his lips

“that so?”

(guys his lips…)

“like they’re so pink and plump. and soft. wow, you could totally be a mouth mod–”

yoongi chuckles and shakes his head before he cuts you off. “just kiss me.”

PAUSE

RECORD SCRATCH

WAITTT

you blink at him a couple times. “my lip combo cost me–”

“38 bucks, i know. you make them look that good and expect not to be kissed?”

DAMN

wow

that was so

smooth wow wait

uhhh

you

you kinda want to

so maybe you should

your eyes ping pong between both his eyes, a slight pinch on your brows. “i mean,” you pause, “it’s just a kiss.”

and before you know it, you’ve gently pressed your lips against his.

wow

his lips are so damn soft

so so soft

you cup his soft cheeks and pull him a but closer, lips messily painting his

but he doesn’t seem to mind when he holds you close by your waist, lips moving against yours in your own rhythm

you part your lips and he takes the opportunity to slide his tongue through, gently licking into your mouth and allowing himself to taste the alcohol on your tongue

you move your hand down to his chest, other arm wrapping around his neck

suddenly a tap on your shoulder makes you jump

fuck fucj

who is that who is that

pls don’t be him

you pull away and glance over your shoulder

to be met with

none other than

oh.

it’s tae

WHEW

why are you still worried he’ll catch you? he doesn’t even go clubbing and he wasn’t here with tae or any of the other guys

he starts tugging on the both of you

“GUYS. dance on the dance floor! not at the bar. y’all look STUPID.” he slurs his words and you realize he thinks y’all are dancing and not … making out

what a dumbass

yoongi glances at you and chuckles, making you reach up and wipe his lips clean of the gloss you just smeared on his lips with your thumbs

you pull him to the dance floor, back turned to him

and so, you lead his hands to your hips as you continue to sway your hips to the song

he grips your hips and presses the side of his face against the side of your head

you close your eyes, allowing yourself to feel the music and the beat pumping through your veins

you needed this

no thoughts right now

you lean your head back against his chest, cranium grazing his collarbones as he continues to respectfully keep his hands on your hips

you dance with him for a few songs, allowing yourself to forget about everything. you’ve been acting a fool lately and yoongi is making you feel okay

you feel okay.

you feel okay.

you feel okay.

that is until yoongi stops moving behind you

just as you turn to look over your shoulder, you see

you see him

him

him

him

Him

HIM

h

i

m

“can i borrow her from you?” is all you hear as you stare at his lips, watching the lip rings move as he talks

what the hell

“sure, man.” yoongi pats jungkook on the shoulder before smiling at you and disappearing in the sea of bodies

no

yoongi, don’t leave

no no no

your heart is beating in your ass.

jungkook closes the distance between you and swiftly turns you around by your waist, holding your back close against his chest

your heart is definitely beating through your back and he can feel it through his chest, you’re sure of it

why the hell is he here?

he never goes clubbing

what is going on????

“no one likes a tryhard, y/n.” he says into your ear as he sways left to right

????

what?

no literally what

“you’re so pretty, so elegant. you could have the world at your feet,” he continues, hands respectfully dropping to your hips as he holds your hips and sways them for you

because

you

are

literally

fucking

frozen

“and yet, you’re seeking attention like you don’t matter.” his words are literally creating a dry lump in your throat

you literally did nothing wrong today

you didn’t do anything to get a reaction out of him

and yet he’s tearing into you???

you don’t deserve it this time

that’s enough

you’ve had enough

you slowly peel his hands off your hips and turn to him, glaring right up at him

he tilts his head to the side as he stares you down

everything happens

at once

you realize what’s going on

when you’re staring at the side of jungkook’s face

his cheek that’s reddening

and a clench in his jaw

right

you just

slapped him

you watch as he slowly nods like he knows he deserved that

he slowly turns his head to look at you and you’re vibrating with rage

“fuck you, jungkook. you absolute fucking asshole.”

you watch him open his mouth to respond but you don’t let him speak

you continue, “the world doesn’t fucking revolve around you but you know why you think it does?” you give him a moment to think about it.

but this time he’s not saying anything. he just stares at you

“because you’re a damn narcissist and you think any and everyone is out to get dicked down by you.” you bring your hand up to wipe your runny nose with the back of your hand

girl … you’re tearing into him

“but you’re just a fucking loser that games all day and gets his dick wet by girls who are also just looking for a release. you’re not anything fucking special, there’s nothing you can offer anyone except for good dick and your math notes.”

you can’t seem to stop though

“yeah, i admit, i sat next to you that day and talked to you like that with questionable intentions but that was because i wanted to see how far you’d be willing to take tae and joon’s ‘warning’, not because i fucking want you cause i don’t. i said it before and i’ll say it again but you gross me the fuck out.”

wrap it up before he cries… or before you cry

his big black eyes are staring straight at you, lips slightly parted and just a look of shock on his face

his cheek is decorated with a red print of your hand

“at the end of the day you are absolutely,” you pause as you narrow your eyes, “nothing but a fuckboy.”

by the clench in his jaw, the pinch in between his brows, the squint in his eyes and the quick scrunch in his nose, you can tell he doesn’t fucking like that

but you clearly don’t give a fuck anymore

he had it coming

tears prick in your eyes but you refuse to let them fall in his presence

what gives him the right to make you feel so small and humiliate you like that?

and with that, you shove your hand against his shoulder and push past him

you stumble all the way to the restrooms and book an uber

you wait for the uber’s arrival in the stalls

and leave without another word to anyone else

jungkook: 2

you: 1

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Jake Kim x Reader: Asking you out...?

Pining to fluff. Was just going to leave it at the first part, so try to enjoy this tonal whiplash.

Jake looks at you, listening with a smile, and wonders if this is all he can have.

His day starts and ends with thoughts of you. Despite everything, despite bigger concerns. And he wonders if you think about him half as much as he thinks about you.

Can't help but check everytime he hears his phone ring, hoping it's you. Antsy and fiddling until he can get to it, swiping past the picture of you and him on his lock screen, to see who it's from. Even if it's just to tell him something stupid. Because at least you're thinking of him.

Never has the heart to tell you he has an early morning meeting, continuing to text you deep into the night and showing up with bags under his eyes and looks of pity from his crew.

Even when you're not a message away, Jake lies awake thinking of you. Recalling your words through the day, the lilt of your voice, the way his name sounds on your tongue. How he thinks you might be the most beautiful person that will ever grace his life.

And when he tells his jokes, making other people chuckle, it's your laugh that he looks for. Your eyes that he searches for. Wants to say that actually, that was meant for you. Anything to make you smile.

Swallows down his jealousy when you mention someone catching your attention. Jake plays the role of friend well. He's happy for you. Really, he is.

He will keep telling himself that until it sinks into his thick skull.

.

.

"-so when are you going to ask me out?"

At snail's pace, your words sink in... but not really. Jake tilts his head, trying to decipher what's going on.

Is it this dream again?

It doesn't feel like a dream. Just in case though, Jake gives himself a harsh slap on the cheek

Shit. That smarts. Definitely not a dream.

Yet no words come. Throat completely drying up and mind blank, Jake stares and stares and stares.

Unamused with his reaction, you cross your arms tightly. Naturally adopting a defensive stance as this conversation starts to veer wildly from how you imagined. "Aren't you going to say anything?"

Jake's gaze continues to pierce you, and your cheeks heat up. The rejection stings. How did you read the signs so wrong? You thought this guy had been painfully obvious.

"Jake?"

More silence.

"Even if it's a no, you don't have to be such an asshole!"

Wait, who's an asshole? Jake snaps to but does little to tamper your embarrassment or anger.

"Huh?"

Huh?! You practically lay all your cards out on the table and that is all he says? Your voice rapidly rises, reaching what can only be described as shrill with your last syllable. "What do yOU MEAN HUH?!"

"What do you mean ask you out?"

"What?!" And you want to tear your hair out.

"Ask you out." Jake enunciates slowly and clearly, like you're the one not catching on. "What did you mean?"

"LIKE A DATE! Because I like you and," As quickly as your temper flared, it extinguises again. In a quiet voice, you finish your sentence- "I... I thought you liked me..."

Jake considers playing off his feelings like he always does when someone in Big Deal asks about you. When Jerry or Jason catch him looking a bit too wistfully, or he snaps at Lineman for joking about asking you on a date and they wonder why Jake is being so touchy.

Oh right. A date.

Choking down any fears or anxiety on the off chance the wires have been horrendously crossed, Jake plasters on a fake sunny grin. Might as well leap in head first.

"I do."

Ughhhh, so you were right. "Then ask me out already!"

You're pretty sure your eyes are bugging out as you are practically yelling at him. Reeking of entitlement and demanding to be taken out on a date, looking wild and very unattractive right about now.

Jake would probably agree if he wasn't half in love with you already and pulse racing as what you said finally sinks in. He leans down to keep eye level, teasing tone returning.

"Does that mean you'll say yes?" The fear and anxiety is non existent. The grin is no longer fake.

"Does that mean you like me too?" Damn. Jake thinks you're really so stinking cute with your face crimson, even if he's pretty certain there's currently a 96% chance you'll push him into oncoming traffic.

He's replayed so many different versions of this scene in his his head. And that's where he thought it would all stay.

In his head.

"Missed your chance!" Angrily shoulder checking him, you storm off leaving Jake to call after you.

"Y/N!"

You ignore him.

"Dinner!" he says, beaming and easily catching up with his long legs, "Let's go out for a dinner date."

"Hmph."

You and your stupid conscience, you feel guilty leaving him hanging.

"Fine!" Stopping in your tracks, you whirl round to face Jake (who really does look too pleased with himself), and jab him in the chest. "And you're paying!"

[clavissionary-position]

Luke, age 14: Hey, Gil. You know how you said people call you the Conquering Beast?

Gilbert: Mhmm. What about it?

Luke: Well, this is probably gonna sound stupid, but...

(warning: gilbert spoilers, subtle angst, implied suicidal ideation)

Luke: ...if you die, do I inherit that title from you? Since I'm basically your son and all.

Gilbert: *pout* Even though I keep saying that I'm more of an older brother... I never planned on being a father at any point, you know.

Luke: Just answer the question.

Gilbert: Hehe, so impatient. I'm just providing some exposition.

Luke: You just like hearin' yourself talk.

Gilbert: Maybe I just want to say enough that you'll remember.

Luke: Remember what?

Gilbert: Me of course, hehe! But what was that you just said? If I die, not when I die?

Luke: *scoffs* Come on. It'll be a cold day in hell before a scary guy like you kicks the bucket.

Gilbert: What a nice way of putting it. But can you be so sure about that?

Luke: 100%. I'm pretty sure you'll outlive me, if I'm bein' honest. I've only got one goal, but you wanna save the whole damn continent. With an ego like yours, I don't see you stoppin' there.

Gilbert: So in other words, I've got too much to do? Interesting, interesting...

Luke: And also... *mumbles something*

Gilbert: Hm? I didn't catch that?

Luke: Nothin'.

Gilbert: What do I hate again?

Luke: *eye roll* It wouldn't kill ya to let stuff go every once in a while.

Gilbert: Ahaha, no, no, it certainly wouldn't. In fact, I overlook quite a number of things when it comes to you.

Luke: Then you can let this go.

Gilbert: I could, but I won't. So will you tell your dear papa what you said just now?

Luke: Gross, that pout doesn't work on me. Put it away.

Gilbert: Oh, the pout isn't the threat.

Luke: ...?

Luke: Crap, don't tell me you're threatenin' to keep that ugly pout on until I cave.

Gilbert: *smiles sweetly*

Gilbert: *returns to pouting*

Luke: Ughhhh. Fine.

Luke: I basically said that... *clears his throat and looks away*

Luke: Look, I didn't exactly have the best relationship with the woman who raised me. But that's not the case now, and so there's no way I'd ever want to imagine my dad dying.

Gilbert: ....

Luke: Yeah, super-cringe, I know.

Gilbert: ....

Luke: ....?

Luke: Gil?

Gilbert: *bittersweet smile* There's no way I'd ever want to imagine my son becoming the Conquering Beast.

Luke: Huh?

Gilbert: Ah, by the way! Roderich mentioned a honey tasting fair happening in the town square today. If we stroll a little less leisurely, we might make it in time to requisition some free samples.

Luke: That's fine, but... Hey! Wait up, you never answered my question!

[shattered-sparks]

Why don’t you agree with what the Fandoms saying about Moon?

Can I rant?! Can I rant?!

(Sun and Moon Show spoilers)

OH MY GOD!! The amount of dis-characterization I see in this fandom I swear. There is so much villanization of Moon I want to commit several war crimes/Lighthearted

After this recent episode came out the posts I was seeing saying that this was Moon escaping what he's done is just UGHHHH!! No!! Wrong!! Everyone is acting like Moon was the only reason for Sun and Moon's toxic relationship when it's both of their faults. Both Sun and Moon have contributed to their bad relationship. And seeing people saying Moon is a god damn manipulator are so wrong!! As well as Narsicistic?? No! He's not?! If anything Moon idolizes Sun and put himself down. It's been stated several times that Moon hates himself. So to say Moon is full of himself cannot be farther from the truth.

And I genuinely want to know what is Moon running away from when he's legit dying! He tried talking to Sun, he even tried to stop Sun from being something stupid to not only those around him but to himself. Sun didn't want the help. Moon has been trying his best to talk to Sun about all of this but Sun refuses to. Sun even blocked Moon for crying out loud I'm not upset at people saying that their brotherly bond is toxic cause it honestly is, but I'll be damned if I let people villainize Moon to this level.

[sea-lanterns]

me is obsessed with the idea of having children with genshin women and you are not helping!!

the feminine urge to get pregnant from another afab YOU DON'T GET IT. IT'S NOT THE SAME IF SHE ALSO HAS A PUSSY IT'S SPECIAL LIKE THAT!!!

now i keep imagining having your wife's egg cells, growing your child, inside yourself. like having her cells that come from her womb, now inside yours????!!! never thought you and your wife could be closer and now look at this!!!!!!!! 😨😨😨😨

but ngl a part of me is not excited about the idea of having semen inside myself (I COULDN'T BRING MYSELF TO WRITE THE WORD FOR A WHOLE MINUTE???😭😭😭😭) SO WHAT IF YOUR WIFE IS THE ONE TO GET PREGNANT. ik arlepapa is a dilf but why not make her a milf as well??!!!!!?????!!!!!! 😍 a not-so-kind white lady in like her 30s or 40s and also having a child and that stupid ahh haircut???!! MAKE THAT WOMAN AS KAREN AS POSSIBLE I'M ON MY KNEES LITERALLY LOL /j

but in all seriousness!!?? comforting your pregnant wife and bringing her sweets??!! oh my gosh ei you already eat so much sweet stuff are you sure it's good for your baby's health??!! WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE CAN JUST REPLACE IT, babies are not teeth!!!!!!!!😨

i am so sorry for the person i have become. (i actually am not) (not really)

ughhhh imagine scissoring with beidou when she recovered enough to have fun with you. missing those strong thighs everyday she was busy with like, carrying your child?😭 and now after she gave birth to it having her pussy against your own?????32😭😭😭 IT'S JUST. SO. SPECIAL LIKE THIS.

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I personally don’t see Arlecchino wanting to ever get pregnant, but interesting idea :)

If you want reverse pregnancy headcanons aka your partner carries the baby, then I could totally write that too.

[supernaturalfreewill]

You were exhausted and all you wanted was to go home. You stuck your hand into your right pocket... and then checked your left. “No, no, no...” You dug around in your bag urgently. “Fuck—no, no, no!” You peered in through the window of your car and let out another string of expletives. “Son of a—ughhhh!” You collapsed against the window, staring at the keys that were sitting inside on the center console. 

A familiar sound of rustling wings came from behind you and you jumped. “Cas?”

“Something the matter?”

“What are you doing here?” you asked him. His blue eyes were fixed on your face and filled with concern. 

“What’s the problem? I could sense that you were—”

You swore under your breath again. “Cas, you didn’t need to show up just because I was—it’s stupid. I locked the keys in the car. Did you really come just because I was upset? I didn’t know your angel radar worked like that?”

The angel shifted a little uncomfortably and you almost thought his cheeks had blushed pink. “No, it—I only can—” he cleared his throat nervously, “—can pick up on such things for certain... um... people...” 

“Oh,” you said, your brow furrowing. 

“Your keys,” he said, nodding toward the car. You heard the door locks unlatch.

“Oh my God. You’re the best,” you sighed, giving him a grateful smile. “Seriously. Thank you so much. This was going to be a huge pain in the ass and I’m just tired and want to get home...”

“Well,” he said, shifting a little awkwardly. “I don’t want you stranded here alone after dark. That isn’t safe.” 

You gave him a fond look and he felt another rush of heat in the core of his vessel. “Thank you, Cas. Really comes in handy, having an angel around, though this was hardly worth your time.”

“You’re always worth my time,” he murmured softly. Prompt: “I locked the keys in the car.”

[bonkleton]

Fused Frenemies A

The fused frenemies have legs again! But not as many as they used to... ----  Continued from Fused Frenemies... Before Phoebe could explain her plan, the pair felt their fused flesh start to churn and twist inside. The epicenter of this activity seemed to be the merged and swirled point where their bodies met. It felt almost like indigestion, like their bodies were trying to reconfigure and regenerate, but the fusion prevented this process from completing. "Ughhhh," Phoebe groaned. "That might not be good." Sophie watched their merged midsection contort and begin to expand irregularly. "Wow, you think?" she shot back. The chaotic mess of malleable meat creaked and gurgled as if it was boiling, increasing in intensity as if it would erupt. And in some way, it did! From one side of their merger, two stalks of flesh sprouted out suddenly, shooting out over a meter in length before flopping to the ground, one from Sophie's side of their body, one from Phoebe's side. Before the two could question what just happened, they both felt their protuberance morph and solidify into something familiar. "Legs???" Sophie asked, baffled. Across their merger point, there was a pair of legs, a left leg for Sophie, and a right leg for Phoebe, forming a single pair of legs between them, hips fused at a central seam. "Oh, fascinating!" Phoebe said, wiggling her new leg in curiosity. She pulled her torso back to normal length. "Come on, let's stand up, Sophie!" Sophie did a double-take. "Wait, for real?" Phoebe was already trying to stand, heaving Sophie's half of their hips up with some effort, supporting the weight with one elongated arm. "Yeah! work with me!" Sophie complied, not sure how to respond, but retracting her torso as well, and putting her leg under her side to bear the weight. It felt weird to have the inside of her hips seemingly glued to someone else who pulled and twisted against her in unpredictable ways, and it made it difficult for her to balance. She growled slightly as she held herself up with her arms much like Phoebe was. Phoebe was having the same difficulties as Sophie, but was less bothered, instead taking a bizarre sense of pride in this joint effort. Phoebe tepidly retracted her arms as she started to find her balance. "Come on Sophie, you can do it!" Sophie didn't understand why Phoebe was enjoying this so much - this was ridiculous, the two of them stuck together like this, struggling to do something basic like standing up! As Sophie pulled her arms in, she lost her balance and her torso started to topple over. Phoebe caught her just in time, helping her straighten out and finally fully stand alongside Phoebe. "There! See, it's not so bad!" Sophie scowled. "Like hell it's not! This is so stupid. And it's all your fault anyway! If you hadn't been teasing me maybe we wouldn't have melted together in the first place!" Phoebe's face was placid yet mirthful. "Oh hush, you. At least we're stable now, right?" ---- NEXT - CHOOSE ONE: A. They start to "zip" together, until the only thing separated is their heads! B. They each get their own pair of legs back, but still have something holding them together... C. Their arrangement stabilizes, and until Holly has a solution, they try to make the most of it! ---- Thanks to NoahWave for doing this comm for me! You should check him out, because he does awesome stuff! : D Hope you enjoy! ~ Bonkie

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[slashingdisneypasta]

Wheezy Weasel x ToonPatrolsS/O!Reader || Excerpt

Plot: You approach one of your boyfriend's when you're feeling needy. Just something small I was thinkin about.

Warnings: Horny reader.

Tagging: @disney-android-foundation , @marinerainbow , @moxiiscool , @ryantryan6969 , and @spookiifi .

"Wheezy... "

"Yeah, peaches?"

Resting your chest heavily against his back, nuzzling gently into his shoulder, you wrap your arms cosily around his middle. He was skinny, nothing but sinewy muscle under a worn dress shirt and ratty vest, but you love cuddling him anyway. Just like you love cuddling with Stupid, all plush and warm fat- And Psycho, gentle and intimate, almost dangerous in how he chose to hold you around the throat- And Greasy, groin-to-groin and with lots of kisses- And Smartass... well, he's never been much of a cuddler but you do love him anyway.

Wheezy had been outside your window all day smoking, for hours, and god did he look good. You'd been watching him since the morning, glancing up every now and then from whatever you had really supposed to have been doing other than watching your boyfriend do his thing, and seeing him out there- people watching and lazily blowing heavy clouds of smoke out into the cold air. It was so hot, and now you're all worked up.

You just want to be fucked.

"Why don't you come inside now?... I'll make it worth your while, promise."

You can see him grin from the side of his face, as he sucks in another thick drag of icky, sexy tobacco. "How're you feeling, Y/N?"

Very quietly you respond, squeezing his body against yours. It's freezing out here in the chilled winter air, but you could not feel warmer, or snugglier, against him. "... pretty good... " He chuckles. "Little... " Sighing, you close your eyes to the desperate feeling inside you like you could possibly hide from it, and press your forehead frustratedly into his shoulder blade. Like a needy little puppy. "Pent up... "

"I can see that," He agrees, a tempting, amused tone in his gravelly, wheezing voice. "What doya need, doll? Watcha thinkin' about?" Oh, you hate him for doing this to you. You're so needy right now, you feel like you would do anything to be filled up, and your sweet boyfriend Wheezy thinks its the perfect time to tease you.

Ughhhh. "Need to be pounded. Thinking about you pounding me. Please, Wheezy- "

"Hm... sounds pretty bad." He almost sounds sympathetic, then. Like he will take you inside and take good care of you, make you all wet and sloppy and then sink himself in, like you need him to... Almost. "You gonna be okay, with that?"

"Wheezy!"

"That a no, doll?- "

"Ugh," You groan, too horny to go through this, and pull away from him. "You know, I can just go ask Greasy?- "

"Alright alright, no need to get dramatic." Finally he turns around to you and takes your hand in his, and when you see that wicked, smoky, grey-eyed smirk on his face you absolutely melt. You let him lead you back into the apartment with an awed look on your face, totally ready to be wrecked. "Let's go."

"Hm~ "

[sallytwo]

can i get the talii summary 🎤 what’s the deal with talii 🎤 do you have any talii trivia 🎤

taliiii my dear girl. she grew up on the station with just her mother and older brother (i think her dad walked out idgaf) and she was this little starfleet fanatic. wanted to get into the academy and become an officer, had all these posters, etcl. she wanted sooo badly to get off the station and prove to everyone that she could do it, because as a kid she hated seeing all these people resigned to their shitty jobs. her brother was a solar skipper and farily happy with his job. he took a rotation on the renaissance, a brand new ship, the ship disappeared, you know the rest. talii was 16/17 at this time and had just gotten her offer to starfleet academy. and she was obviously devastated but represses this bad and ends up going off to school anyway. has a total breakdown, makes no friends, spends all her time in her room, and fails out after her first semester and comes back home. everyones like omg!!! our talii is living her dream!! we cant believe you made it !!! and shes like loll yeah its so awesome!!! i flunked out. haha. she switched out of command (HER LIFELONG DREAM) and decided to work in ops/navigation as a skipper instead, fully resigned to the fact that she failed and will never amount to anything. girl has had like low-grade depression for years but never acknowledges it.

the homely ghost is a pretty well known and respectable ship, and the only way talii got to work on it was by lightly manipulating faduhl. she's like heyyyy your son died on the renaissance no way my brother did too!!!! (side note faduhls son, aubrey, and taliis brother were very good friends). and everyone on the ghost hates her because she's lazy and apathetic and never puts any actual work in. and she uses this as a little pity party like ohhhh my life is so hard no one likes me :'( even though she's choosing to be a petty mean bitch and act hostile to everyone.

she also hatessss jonathan SHE HATES HIM!!! she was the young inexperienced junior officer and everyone hated HER and then he walks on (young inexperienced junior officer) and everyone likes him and thinks he's nice. girl has 0 self reflection skills. alsoooo sidenote sidenote the talii/jonathan paralells they both grew up on the station and lost a family member to the job but jonathan represses this and is energetic and eager and this bright young officer whereas talii has accepted it and become resigned and apathetic to how much her life sucks.

torwardss the end in season 3 she does get some self reflection skills after chyell leaves and she starts becoming besties with jonathan. THEYYYY DO BECOME BESTIES... their relationship (slightly older junior officer/ unoffical mentee slash bestie) parallels her brothers relationship with aubrey. since jonathan is alwaysss living in his shadow being compared to that bitch).

oh also her mom very fanatically thinks her older brother is alive out there and waiting to come home (his death really just broke her) and talii retaliates by believing he's stone cold dead and refusing to even say he's "missing". she has crazy mommy issues. in a draft (HAVENT DECIDED IF ILL KEEP IT BUT ITS FUNNY AS HELL) she has another older brother who's off in another system basically this like 30 year old stoner that she has like nooo contact with. and he shows up one day and she's like ugh this is my stupid brother. and everyone like. YOUR BROTHER??? and she's like ughhhh no the other one. the lame one. which makes it so funny that she was obsessed with getting off the station WHEN SHE HAD A DIRECT FAMILY MEMBER WHO DID. SHE JUST NEVER MENTIONS HIM.

she sucks. so much <3 she's always going around bringing up her dead brother and traumadumping and everyones like CAN YOU NOT!!! she's a chainsmoker she's would be a tiktok girlie if she lived in 2023. she's mean and rude to everyone then acts like the victim when everyone acts mean to her. she's probably nonbinary but too busy with her job to deal with that. her and chyell are roommates and have the worst most toxic yuri in the history of star trek. she did really love chyell and when they left with no warning it absolutely broke her. because of her brother and then chyell and then max leaving her with no goodbye she has the worst separation issues everrr. if she read warrior cats she'd kin needletail. she's actually very smart (she got into the academy early) but refuses to apply herself or take anything seriously. she tries to flirt with alekis sister. talii ^ i hate her she's my favorite everrr