#just had to add this bc i’m dumb but not that dumb lmao

[hellsite-hall-of-fame]

the price of arizona is 1.35 at my local gas station. i propose a coup d'etat.

well it appears that that’s already happened, because apparently the state of arizona is being sold at some random gas station??

and a coup d’etat seems to be the only way that’d occur soooo

[shawtuzi]

HIDE N’ SEEK FT. GOJO SATORU

summary- you and your boyfriend decide to play a little game of hide and seek at a halloween party

content warnings include- modern au, a little plot but mostly smut lmao, oral m!receiving, throat fucking, shoe humping, fingering, a little groping from gojo, sorta needy!gojo but he’s also pretty mean, unprotected sex, rough sex, tongue sucking bc i’m obsessed w it rn, squirting, creampie, geto is a perv, rushed ending, not proofread /// wc: 3.1k

a/n- hi!!! i’m back kinda from my hiatus so pls enjoy this bc idk when the next time i post will be lmao

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gojo <3: i see you.

your heart rate began to pick up as you read the ominous text from your boyfriend. your eyes looked in every direction hoping to see someone in a ghost face mask on their phone, but unfortunately no such luck.

“why did i agree to do this . . . so stupid,” you grumbled to yourself as you shoved your phone in the back pocket of your sexy nurse costume. to add a little context you and your darling boyfriend, gojo satoru, thought it would be fun to play a little game of hide and seek at the costume party/bonfire one of his friends was throwing. you hide he seeks. the only catch was neither of you could have your location on and you weren’t allowed to tell anyone about the game. all you had to do was make sure gojo didn’t “tag” you before midnight. simple right? not.

you had thought nothing of it when he said he was going to be ghostface come to find out more than half the people at the party were dressed as the masked killer. it was easy to spot you of course—with your skin tight red and white dress and red stockings but trying to decipher which one of these people were gojo was simply impossible.

gojo was standing a few feet away from you, a sinister smile on his lips. he could see how frustrated you were becoming and boy was it a cute sight to see. your brows were furrowed and your red, glossed up lips were pulled into an adorable pout. you had the slightest tinge of fear in your eyes—between that and your costume he was becoming more riled up as the minutes ticked by.

you glanced at your phone—

11:42 PM

only eighteen more minutes and you were golden! you glanced at the part of the woods where it was dark and unoccupied with any party goers, without a second thought began to walk over to finish up the rest of the time. little did you know gojo was trailing behind you, quietly giggling at how silly you were for making this so easy for him.

“s’freezing out here,” your hands rubbed up and down your arms that were now covered in goosebumps. the only sounds that could be heard was the bass of the music from the party and your feet crunching against the dead leaves and twigs on the ground along with—another pair of footsteps???

you whipped around and were met with nothing but the party goers in the distance. you knew it was just a fun little game but you couldn’t help the feeling of dread that overcame you. you had half a mind to text gojo and call off the game but with only ten minutes left you decided to stick it out.

after a minute your phone buzzed in your pocket.

gojo <3- found you :)

“wha-?” all a sudden your front was pushed into a tree, you felt someone’s weight press against you along with something plastic poking against your throat. “i found youuu,” gojo giggled, pressing the plastic knife more into your neck. you pushed your backside into his hard on making him groan right into your ear. “no fair ‘toru…couldn’t find you anywhere with all those people wearing the same costume,” you whined, slick beginning to stain your lacy white panties.

gojo hummed and without a second thought shoved his free glove covered hand into your panties, cupping your sensitive pussy. “c’mon baby you know i don’t like to play fair let’s not act dumb hm?” you couldn’t see his face but you knew just from the tone of his voice he was grinning from ear to ear. gojo used his middle finger to rub at your clit, giving you minor relief while he humped your ass. you both stayed like that for a moment before he began to grow bored.

“suck my dick,” was all he said, removing his hand from your panties much to your dismay. “but—but ‘toru—” you were cut off by gojo squishing your cheeks together roughly. he pushed you down by your shoulders, not caring that the twigs were scraping and poking against your soft skin. (don’t worry he’ll bandage you up later if need be <3)

“now if you recall from earlier..” be began to unbuckle his belt, “we agreed that whoever won got to do whatever they wanted with the loser right?” he waited for you to nod your head before continuing. he slowly unzipped his pants, pulling them and his briefs halfway down his toned thighs. “and who’s the winner?” he giggled, tracing his almost painfully hard dick against your lips. you darted your tongue out to get just a little taste of him, making satoru visibly shudder. “you, you’re the winner,” you mumbled, setting your hands in your lap.

gojo cradled your face his hands, fighting the overwhelming urge to rip off the ghostface mask and kiss you till you were breathless. “don’t look so sad babydoll, i’m about to fuck your throat and your little pussy so good let’s look alive yeah?” he gave your cheek a rough couple of pats. he brought his index and middle finger to your lips, “open your mouth.” you parted your lips and with little to no warning gojo shoved the digits down your throat, impressed that you had kept your gags to a minimum. he rubbed your saliva around the length of his dick and gave himself a few quick strokes before pushing the tip against your lips.

you wrapped your lips around his dick and gojo’s hand immediately found purchase on the back of your head. “yeah . . . jus’ like—fuck, l-like that,” although he was putting on a tough façade for the sake of the situation it was fading away quicker than he had anticipated. you were just so good with your mouth :(

you didn’t even care that you lost, now too enamored in the pretty sounds that were slipping past gojo’s lips. and you both certainly didn’t care that anyone could possibly catch you in the act. “i need to record this shit goddamn,” with shaky hands gojo held up his phone and started to record you, quietly apologizing for the sudden flash of light in your face. you played it out a little for the camera knowing gojo was definitely going to use this vid for times when he’s by himself. you wrapped both of your hands around his dick and worked quick pumps around the tip while your other hand moved slowly up and down the base.

satoru felt his knees buckle a little when you started sucking on his balls, nearly dropping his phone in the process. “you’re s-so fuckin’ hot, so hot n’ a-all mine yeah? please say it,” he didn’t give the slightest fuck how pathetic he sounded. all needed in this moment was for you to tell him his dick belonged to you and you only and vice versa. “yes toru all yours,” you hummed leaving kisses around the base of his dick. that was all he needed to hear before he tossed his phone to the side and began to brutally fuck your poor little throat.

each time your nose pressed against his pelvis from deep throating him it just gave him more incentive to put a fat rock on your finger and never let you go. your dress had ridden up and without even thinking gojo pressed the top of his shoe against your cunt making your hips jerk forward. “hump it, hump my fuckin’ shoe and cum from it,” his ‘demand’ was shaky and breathless but nonetheless you listened to your boyfriend and started humping his shoe.

between gojo still ruthlessly fucking your throat and the laces of his shoe rubbing deliciously against your clit you were overstimulated beyond belief—and it felt incredible. he loved when he could turn your brain into a pile of mush and you enjoyed it just as much. after holding your head firmly against his pelvic area for god knows how long gojo removed your mouth from his dick, finally letting you get some air. you didn’t know if it was alcohol, the blunt you took a few hits of, or just horniness in its purest form but you were feeling insatiable.

you wrapped your arms around his thick thigh and planted your knees firmly into the ground before moving your hips with quickness. gojo was surprised at your actions, his dick visibly twitching at you getting off on his fucking shoe of all things. “i’m—i’m close, can feel it toru i’m—o-oh my!” a sharp gasp left your lips when gojo began tapping his foot just the slightest. “jerk me off n’ let’s cum together,” you didn’t need to be told twice as you wrapped your hand around the base of his dick, suckling on the tip as well to bring him even closer to his peak (and to avoid getting cum in your face/hair heh).

you both came in unison a chorus of moans and groans leaving both of your mouths. “that—that was good, you’re so good y/n c’mere,” gojo was quick to pull you to your feet and pushed your back right against the tree that was shielding you both from any potential spectators. “i wanna kiss you so bad,” he spoke softly, cupping and massaging your breasts over your thin dress. “but i really wanna fuck you with this stupid mask on,” gojo gripped your plush thighs and lifted you up with ease, you weren’t even the littlest but surprised when his impatient ass practically ripped your panties in half trying to get them off.

“put it in for me,” gojo muttered, blindly shoving your tattered panties in his back pocket. you complied whispering out a little ‘anything for you toru’ before slowly swiping his sensitive tip between your pillowy soft folds. just as you were about to slide him in you heard voices and footsteps that sounded like they were getting closer and closer. “w-wait someone’s coming!” you whisper-shouted but that didn’t stop gojo from pushing his dick into you with one swift thrust. a broken moan emerged from your throat and you were quick your cover your mouth with both hands.

“put your fuckin’ hands down no one’s gonna see us,” gojo hissed, his toes curling from how tight and hot you felt. you hastily removed your hands making gojo smile behind the mask. “they might not s-see but they’ll—hah! hear us toruuu,” you whined burying your face in his neck.

gojo made sure your legs were securely wrapped around his waist before yanking the ghostface mask off, he pressed his lips against yours without missing a beat. “guess i’ll just have to keep kissin’ ya to make sure you don’t make to much noise yeah?”

“yeah . . . . you’re right.”

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“do—do you guys *hiccup* here that?” a drunk, poor unknowing geto slurred out, his brows furrowing at the sound of grunts coming from the darker part of the woods. of course no one responded, too invested in literally anything else besides geto’s drunk ramblings—plus his jason mask muffled anything he had to say.

geto pushed himself up from the log he was sitting on, nearly falling over in process. “guess i’ll go look myself…dickheads,” he muttered to himself, making his way over to the suspicious noises. he stopped dead in his tracks when he heard a particularly loud groan and that’s when it started to click. “holy shit . . . h-holy sh—”

“satoruuu!”

if geto was in his right state of mind he would’ve turned around with a quickness and forget this ever happened—but he’s not. his feet stayed planted, not daring move an inch closer. he hadn’t even realized be was starting to palm himself over his pants—already half hard. he could feel his heart in his throat as he took one step forward . . . and then another . . . anddd another.

he stopped once he could clearly hear the schlick schlick schlick noise of gojo pounding mercilessly into your poor pussy. he couldn’t see much but he could hear everything. he could hear your cute little pants and whines as you tried to poorly keep quiet, he could hear gojo muttering what must have been dirty promises into your ear, but in his opinion the best thing he heard was how sloppily you and gojo were kissing.

anytime your moans were becoming louder and more high pitched gojo would smash his lips into yours, shoving his tongue into your mouth without warning. gojo sucked your tongue into his mouth, a groan rumbling in his chest when he felt you tighten around him. “you taste like alcohol . . . you been drinking tonight love? is t-that why you’re being so—hah! fuckin’ loud? hm?” his ring and middle finger began toying with your clit and your lips started to tremble. hot, salty tears began to run down your cheeks making gojo giggle. “you’re s’cute when you cry, please cry more for me,” he cooed licking at the never ending stream of tears flowing from soon to be bloodshot eyes.

“you’re—you’re such a *sniffle* p-perv ‘toru,” you whined, tangling your fingers in his snow white locks. when you have a particularly harsh tug gojo’s knees buckled the tiniest bit, nearly making him lose his balance. “i see you’re feeling pretty mean huh? lets fix that . . . only thing i need you to feel is numb.” gojo removed his fingers from your clit and without warning shoved the digits between your lips. man oh man did you wish he would’ve taken those stupid gloves off, what you really needed in this moment was the feeling of gojo’s soft fingertips prodding at the back of your throat.

gojo slowed the pace of his thrusts, more focused on fucking your throat with his fingers. once he had his fix he removed his fingers from your mouth, smearing any excess saliva on your lips and chin. he slowly pulled his dick out, the moonlight mixed with the dim light from the bonfire making him glisten with your slick.

“n-no! no no don’t do that here someone will definitely hear me ‘toru,” you pouted, knowing good and well what gojo’s intentions were. gojo hummed as he rubbed his fingers between your soaked folds, pretending to to thinking about the consequences of his actions before giggling once more. “oh well!” he smiled, inserting his fingers into your pussy, immediately finding that spot that had your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

“god do you hear how wet you are? such a slutty fuckin’ pussy goddamn,” gojo growled, adding his thumb to the mix by rubbing your almost painfully sensitive clit. you didn’t know how the fuck he was holding you so steady with one arm but you couldn’t even bother to care, too focused on your upcoming orgasm. “p-please . . . please add ‘nother finger ‘toru i need it,” you gasped loudly, back arching against the tree when you felt gojo begin to suck at your breasts over the thin material of your dress. gojo added another finger, increasing his pace until he felt your legs begin to shake.

he brought his lips close to your ear, nibbling and sucking at the lobe. “you’re so lucky we have to walk in front of everyone once we’re done or i would’ve torn this dress to pieces,” his words had your toes curling, and your eyes rolling back for the umpteenth time as your pussy squeezed around his fingers.

while you were quickly chasing your peak geto was trying his absolute hardest not to reach his just yet. his pants were pulled down just enough to let his aching dick out and he wasted no time stroking himself to your pretty moans.

it was no secret to the three of you that geto had found you attractive—shit with the way gojo boasts about your guys’ sex life how could he not be curious??? yes curiosity. that’s all that this was. once he got off he would walk away and never think or speak of it ever. but he couldn’t help but think of the next time he sees you walking around with a limp and accidentally starts to wonder what positions gojo could’ve possible put you in . . . or wonder how brutally he had fucked your throat when he hears how hoarse your voice sounds.

his thoughts were interrupted by a high pitched moan that was quickly cut off by what he assumed was gojo’s lips on yours. he heard gojo say in a teasing tone ‘you tryin’ to baptize me over here?’ and he nearly cummed imagining your fucked out face and trembling legs.

a spurt of cum landed on your thigh and gojo tsked, shaking his head. “that won’t do, gotta be inside you now so i can finish inside,” he hummed, realigning his dick with your entrance. he pushed in with one swift thrust and that’s when your finally felt your brain turn into a muddled pile of nothing but lust and want. although it was dark gojo could still see the dazed look in your eyes and it brought a blissed out smile to his lips, which were now stained red from your lip gloss.

“c’mon baby talk to me, how do you feel?” gojo purred, pressing his forehead against yours. your words kept getting caught in your throat and all you could mutter out was a pathetic ‘feels s’gooood’. gojo could slowly feel himself begin to crumble, mumbling out incoherent sentences along with you. “i know baby i—shit, i know. feel so good ‘round me, so perfect you’re so perfect gimme a kiss,” he smushed his lips against yours with a clash of tongue and teeth—his fav kinda kisses.

“gotta big load for you baby, c’mon cum with me i know you can do it,” gojo’s words of encouragement finally brought you to your peak and this time you both just let it out. every pushed down moan and groan could be heard from anywhere if anyone paid close enough attention but neither of you could find it in you to care. gojo’s hips stilled as he emptied himself inside you, his tongue lolling out in the process. you were quick to bring your hands to his soft locks, gently scratching his scalp. “don’t do that, gonna make me too tired for the drive home,” he chuckled, giving your sweaty neck a sloppy kiss.

“speaking of, how am i supposed to walk with all this in me it’s a lot satoruuu,” you whined, feeling the urge to smack gojo on the back of the head for tearing your panties in two. gojo sighed, stroking your bare thigh gently with his thumb muttering something along the lines of ‘i’ll handle it’.

while you and gojo took a minute to regroup from your intense fuck session, geto was regrouping himself from possibly the most intense orgasm he’s ever had. of course he felt disgusted with himself for spying on his best friend fucking his girlfriend but he also wanted more???

this was definitely going to be a problem.

[blitziaeleece]

Hi!

I’m back with a lil JeanMarco because I can’t stay away from them for too long haha.

At first, there was just Marco’s drawing but I had to add Jean for some reason so I made a REALLY QUICK thing that isn’t even supposed to look good! It’s supposed to be dumb and make you roll your eyes bc Jean is being dramatic.

Anyway, I hope you like this hehe, reblogs are appreciated, in case you’re wondering lmao

[lover-of-mine]

hi anna i’m glad to hear you’ve rested! 😊

i just had a ?? moment so thought i would share to see what you think

i know they’re saying that buck’s jealousy and ‘wanting attention’ has nothing to do with eddie, he wanted tommy’s attention not eddie’s… but him being insecure about chris doesn’t fit into that? he complains to maddie that chris thinks tommy is so cool and then tommy basically has to reassure him that buck could never be replaced in chris’ life… but then they say it’s got nothing to do with eddie?? buck was jealous of eddie bc he wanted to be in his position spending time with tommy… okay. so are we suggesting he was also jealous of chris for the same reason?? lmao no way, he was insecure about chris liking tommy more than he likes buck, and that does NOT fit with the ‘tommy was buck’s focus not eddie’ explanation

do you get what i mean? 😅

Hi, darling, thank you 🩷, and, like, I get what you mean, but I also do think that this is all gonna lead to Buck sitting down and being like "oh shit it wasn't about Tommy" in the future and then gasoline will be poured on our slow burn. Because it doesn't make sense if it's only about Tommy, I think Buck was experiencing a strong case of "I want to be in the middle" because you have Eddie, who's everything Eddie is, and you have Tommy, this guy Buck has a crush on he doesn't have the tools to process yet, so he was feeling ignored on all fronts, but since he was confronted with the "oh I'm attracted to Tommy" first, he just accepts that his behavior is about Tommy, even though we know it wasn't, because, yeah, he wouldn't get insecure about Chris if it was only about missing out on Tommy and the whole gym scene doesn't really add up to Tommy either, because Buck was behaving like that before he knew the person on the phone with Eddie is Tommy, and he was acting like that before the ball gets there and he can just say he wants Eddie to invite him so he can see Tommy again. Because, again, the whole thing starts at the hangar, with Buck being there with Tommy outside of Eddie, so Buck knows how to contact Tommy himself, so why wouldn't he just call Tommy? You don't need Eddie to be this involved on Buck finding out he's bi if they are not planning on going back and making Buck reevaluate what his feelings for Eddie might be. Narratively speaking, from a storytelling perspective and from a business perspective, to make Buck bi and not go there with buddie is dumb, but Buck is settled in his relationship with Eddie, so he would never find out he might be attracted to him or men in general alone. We all have been saying someone would need to slam Buck into the realization for years, but you can't really have that person be Eddie, because with the way Buck acts with romantic relationships, if you, for instance, make Eddie kiss him, you risk making it seem like Buck isn't really into Eddie, he's just so scared of losing him, that he would even go there to keep him, and that would put some huge cracks in their relationship, because Eddie himself could end up feeling this way while Buck tumbles through the discovery, and that would be bad. The whole thing is that Buck needs to accept that he's into men before he can actually process the idea that he might be into Eddie. I don't know if it's my demi Eddie believes, my belief that Eddie has been semi aware he's in love with Buck since s3, or just the general way Eddie has existed around Buck since he got introduced, but I kinda think that if they are going the route of Buck needed to understand he's into men and Eddie needs to understand he's into Buck, that does make sense.

Not that the groundwork for the both of them to be in love with each other is not there, but Buck had a thing going with men in general, that Eddie mostly only has with Buck, and I think that making Buck accept he's bi outside of Eddie, to work on that outside of buddie, and then have Buck go for it would make Buck's bisexuality a lot more complex, which honestly, I think it's the goal here, Buck can be great representation and to have that with a guy that looks like Buck makes my bisexual ass want to cry. But since I'm hoping for Eddie to be on the ace spectrum, to have his queer storyline attached to Buck would make sense, because he can have a nice "oh I have a family with the guy, this is why no one else feels right" and then if they decide to go there, which I didn't think they would, but hey, Buck actually kissed a guy so I'm shooting for the sky now, you can have Eddie figuring out he's demi be attached to his thing with the expectations that come with being a man and what that's supposed to look like and the whole thing he was always expected to be "The Man" and that he dodges the whole dating thing that hard because he's not interested in casual intimacy and it could be beautiful. I think they are trying to make the point that Buck's bisexuality is not about Eddie, which it isn't, but that we are still gonna get to the point of Buck being like "maybe I do want Eddie's attention more than I realized" and then something is gonna happen. And seriously, Ryan, the captain of the buddie ship since day 1, wouldn't be down right giddy talking about how much closer Buck and Eddie are gonna get if Buck was just going to get a new boyfriend and they wouldn't tie it back to buddie. They are playing the long game here.

[girlstressed]

the thing I had in place of a homoerotic teenage friendship was a weirdly homoerotic codependent friendship since my months were in the single digits to around the age of 11. And I know it’s a little weird maybe to call a friendship when we were kids homoerotic but….trust me. I don’t think the l relationship was romantic but like. It was gay, yk? I have this one homophobic relative who occasionally accused us of making out (didn’t happen) (she started doing this when we were 5 lmao). Or like. One time I hadn’t seen my friend in a month or so (a LOT for us) (she was at my house having a sleepover with me like every other weekend) and we were watching tv on the couch and I had my arm around her and my neck started to hurt kinda so I stretched my neck vaguely in my friend’s direction — not getting that close to her (even if I did it would have been fine w us) and my relative accused me of trying to kiss her. I don’t tell anyone this, but a small part of me liked that? When we got accused of that? I mean I didn’t like it bc that relative is homophobic and I’m getting accused of kissing my friend when our relationship wasn’t like that and that could have affected our friendship (it didn’t) and also she really thinks I’m dumb enough to kiss my female friend in front of my homophobic relative? But a small part of me did like being perceived that way. It was wrong in the actual accusation, but. Idk. She was like “my girl” to me. So seeing us as dating wasn’t accurate but it felt good. When we were younger I remember her saying she wanted to get married but didn’t wanna marry a murderer, and I told her “you could always marry me.” I don’t think I wanted to marry her, persay, but. I was willing?

anyway I regard this as worse because it began before I could walk or talk and ended abruptly. When I was a little younger than 11. Up until it ended, I had never remembered life without her or our relationship that had seeped into my identity. And we don’t really talk anymore. She moved, and wants to leave the past behind. And I am very much apart of the past. I don’t think she even remembers most of this.

oh, I should add, we are both some type of queer now. (I believe she is bi and I’m a lesbian probably maybe idk still kinda in denial. She doesn’t know I’m not straight)

TO BE CLEAR anon did give me permission to post this but oh my gosh . i always say that there’s no such thing as a unique experience but every one of these homoerotic codependent friendship stories like knocks me out (figuratively) because GOD DAMN . were we all going through it as children or what

its crazy to me that someone can have such a big impact on your formative years and then just not be part of your life anymore -> i was talking about my version of the homoerotic friendship/relationship and how there is a part of my life where i cant recall a single day i didnt spend with the girl and now we have each other blocked everywhere and obviously don't talk

im really sorry that the whole experience ended up souring for her (and you) :( im a big believer that people that are meant to be in your life will come and find you and i honestly doubt she doesn't remember any of it (since it seems like it was a very, like, impactful couple of years?) i hope that you can find closure about all of this

the fact that you realised you were sort of queer at such a young age boggles my mind but at the same time i guess we all have different ages of like realization -> not really surprised ur both queer especially considering *gestures vaguely* all that

re: lesbianism still kind of in denial why are you in denial out of curiosity?

[noahtally-famous]

rewatching ridonculous race and I just came up with the wildest 'crack' thought that would prob be single-handedly genius or The Worst Thing Ever.

as usual I’m making it everyone’s problem lmao

a Dave & Keith duo team participating in the race. And their team name is ‘liked the same girl’ or smth like that idk

some extra details:

Sky definitely forced them into it as a ‘Bonding Experience’ bc of the complaining and arguing (and plus she was tired af of how annoying they are). I like to think after PI, Dave approached her and genuinely actually apologized for his actions, like he finally realized how unhinged he turned into and regretted it, and she apologized too for leading him on and not handling the situation better, and they respected the ultimate decision to not date but remained a weird combo of acquaintance-friends. there was a lot of apologizing, crying (bc of course there is), words said, and it took a while but they overcame that massive hurdle.

naturally, Keith isn’t so quick to trust the guy though, and Dave still has bad memories abt him so the tension between them still remains thick.

them arguing legit the entire time they’re on, and live to make each others lives more annoying while facepalming at the others stupidity. (they're a hit among the viewers btw, bc of course they are)

“says the girlfriend-kisser!” “for the last time, I didn’t know you two were dating or else I wouldn’t have kissed her!” “pfft. yeah that’s what you’d like to think.” “uh, yeah, I do think that. because her lips have touched yours and who knows how disgusting your lips are and where they’ve been.” “excuse me, you take that back right now!” “I don’t hear you denying it, bad kisser.” “is that the best you’ve got, Mr. Not Getting Any?” "that's not what the girl you thought liked you was thinking when she kissed me--oh, too soon?" "I will fucking murder you."

everyone else, hearing this go down: what the fuck

homoerotic tension but no one rlly knows whether that tension is due to them actually having underlying emotions other than ‘deep dislike’ or whether that’s just an add-on to their rivalry and they’re just dumb enough to say stuff with double meanings

similar to the point above, no one rlly knows whether to consider them ‘dating but doesn’t know it yet’ or simply enemies

Dwayne Sr. and Dwayne Jr. watching Pahkitew Island on the plane rides and bombarding Dave with questions abt his time there, and making fun of certain parts of the show. Keith is happy to indulge if it means making fun of Dave’s worst moments (“which are like all of them!” “at least I had guts to audition for that damn show.” “are you calling me a coward?” “congratulations. you’ve connected the dots.”)

idk whether they’d end up having a rivalry with another team or if they’re so invested in each other that no one else wants to get between that lmao

it’s funny bc they waste no time rubbing each other the wrong way, but for the sake of winning challenges they’d set aside their rivalry temporarily and work together (and ironically, they make a pretty good team). idk how they’d react if another team made fun of either of them—probably not the most positive; I feel like they’d be the type to laugh at the others misery/frustration at first, but if a certain line is crossed, intervention occurs.

I’ve this silly hc that Noah and Dave are family friends, so interactions between them and the occasional Keith ones are bound to be interesting

I literally don’t know what Keith would look like. When I was younger, I imagined him looking like a sort-of Duncan without the dyed hair (yeah, idk either). But now I’m like ‘would Sky rlly date a guy like that? she’d want to be with someone more sporty and athletic and competitive, probably.’ and now I’m stumped on trying to imagine Keith looks-wise 😭

perhaps he's a combination of the two?? bc I also can't see Sky dating the jockest jock to ever jock lmfao

they have to go through the sewage system in the prison episode, and Dave gets flashbacks from Pahkitew and he's all 'nope, not happening. I'm not touching that disgusting water, do you know how many germs and bacterias are in there?', so Keith's like 'ffs you dramatic shit' and has to carry Dave or piggy-back him until they reach the exit while Dave's alternating between clinging to him like a koala and leaning as far away from him as possible without falling off. (I'm sensing potential bonding over Dave's germaphobia and stuff).

Keith def kept up on the Pahkitew Island season so he knows exactly what Dave is talking abt when he refers to certain episodes.

The Haters/Daters love them, they're all like "those two know what's up. they're exactly like us" and Keith & Dave are like "...no we're not??" and the Haters/Daters are like "you're not dating?!"

Keith doesn't lose his shit easily, he's actually pretty chill and patient--which makes sense given in most sports, you gotta be patient. (Dave's the one who gets all emotional tbvh.) But, naturally, Dave's the only exception when it comes to the whole 'not losing shit easily' deal

"he's your boyfriend. you calm him down." "he's YOUR family friend though?! and for the last time, we're not dating!" -- a Noah and Keith interaction

[hoodieimp]

BatDR Reaction/Liveblogging Part 2! (Feat. I Just Remembered How Bad I Am At Video Games)

ayy first audio log! I like how you can actually take them with you now instead of having to Stand there to listen

RIP Joey you will not be missed

oh boy Butcher Gang poster, immediately makes me think of that scene in Chapter 3 w the jumpscaFUCK

oh god he actually has 3D intestines hanging out now…and his arm stump has a bone sticking out of it..

(Ngl I’m kinda sad that they got rid of Piper’s plunger leg…the metal pegleg is cool n all but personally I feel like having that bit of silliness in his design actually Adds to the creep factor?? Like it reminds you that these guys are supposed to be cartoon villains, they’re meant to be “evil” in a harmless n goofy way, not mindlessly trying to rip you apart…but I digress)

BAD BUD LOUIS

Once again, BIG fan of how you can go back and view all of your collectibles in the menu, this is a massive boon for my ADHD ass who wants to know All The Lore but usually has to resort to the Wiki for transcripts n stuff

Am I tripping or does this layout feel familiar…?

IT DOES

Bird?? There’s actual animals in here now too?

HEYYY CHARLEY

ok that slow mo moment was actually sick as hell

sir brush your damn TEETH, I can smell your halitosis clear through the screen

I don’t trust like that, there’s only one way in n out of this room, where is he hiding–

AUDREY NEEDS SNACK

OH HEY WHO’S THIS

Gotta say the animations look a tad Off somehow but still IT’S MY GAL

“I have a wolf” ma’am I’m pretty sure that’s your husband 

These toons sure do love their offscreen teleportation huh

Holy WOW this place is an absolute MAZE, this little back hallway just keeps Going--

MY OWN REFLECTION JUMPSCARED ME HDKDJX

Oh Audrey...😭

Shrine? Bendy shrine?? Ah nvm it's just Willie Boy

Real "BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING" vibes

ngl I totally thought Barley was opening that door to attack me and my dumb ass immediately did a 180 and jumped right back down the ledge to get away jklfgjdf–

OK JUST PUNCH THRU THAT SHIT LIKE DOOMGUY

Oooh upgrade time

God I hate this corridor, what’s with the Ambience and all the weird organic-looking strings(?) hanging everywhere–

EDGAR CUTOUT!!!

I want to see my little boy~~OH GOD NEVER MIND NO I DON’T

I’ve never heard of ami bourguignonne before but now I really wanna try it

Joey you cheap bastard lmao

Mmm trash can snacks

[Two hour break for dinner + (sparingly) watching letsplays bc I had No Idea where to go next n didn't realize that there's an open gate at the end of the room]

Oh NOW Audrey starts doing the Protagonist Monologue to herself jddkhxd

YUP CALLED IT, we gotta loot that guy's corpse for the Gent pipe (still not sure if they'll turn out to be Porter though)

MY GAME LAGGED I CAN’T TELL WHAT’S HAPPENING OR WHERE IT CAME FROM BUT IM GETTING MY ASS BEATEN

Oh I see. They’re in the ceilings.

Oh god I hate stealth in horror games

Time to crouchwalk Literally Everywhere

Is this guy…a health inspector who got inked? and he thinks he’s still doing his job?

OH JESUS THAT LAUGHTER-

DUDE SOUNDS WAY TOO HAPPY ABOUT BASHING MY SKULL IN

*cue me mixing up the Jump and Sprint buttons in my panic and unintentionally LEAPING over the counter*

welp I’m dead

……….so That’s what those Linker(?) pipe things are for. Grand.

[youareashoe]

I wrote down some notes ab Up Here (most are very dumb but anyway):

* Miguel and Cisco both have shit brothers fr. (And they both play instruments)

* SHES FKN PREGNANT?!?

* Mr mcgooch(ellervadfackhannuheter) is a creep in my opinion (aka I think he’s to old for Lindsay)

* In ep 4 it’s hinted that Lindsay is living in someone elses apartment. When she answers the phone they’re asking for a random dude

* I wish we got to meet the dad “irl”

* Why is Scott who plays orson listed as a guest star? He’s in every episode😭

* I kin “please like me” a little too much

* I hated Linds bc I’m exactly like her

* Someone give mig a hug

* Like fr

* Him calling every hour to make sure she’s okay (my standards are so high after this show)

* The fact that migs character in the novel was the one the reader was interested in bc linds was interested in (does this sentence even make sense)

* I feel like I’ve always known you>> (woods)

* The fact that Lindsay remember that mig is scared of the woods and ran in there looking for him

* I don’t support Linds in ep3 (tho I do in the ending)

* The rat scene was so perfectly written and acted

* “Is this glue or gum..?” “No that is cum”

* I kin “the truth is” too much too

* “I guess you could say I come here often”

* I wish I had migs view on love, I also want to be that optimistic

* I wish the “red door” was the door he saw his dead mom behind or sum. Not where he got his dog

* Mig being high is so fun

* I love the amount of funny angry scream scenes there are. It just adds so much comedic effect, and they don’t overuse them

* Celeste is iconic

* I love orson in the show but would hate him irl

* Having the first day in both their perspective was fun

* The episodes titles actually having something to do with the story.

* The queerbaiting was kinda unnecessary. They could of made Linds made out w a woman and be like: “yup not into this sorry”, instead of just queerbait

* Love how they actually followed up on their trauma and didn’t just brush over it *eghm* the flash *eghmm*

* Migs version of badass/alpha male (or whatever) being making room on the subway for a pregnant woman is so pure and cute😭

* The amount of references they had throughout the show was amazing

* I feel so single after watching this

* Newsie dancer!!

* Ned deserves everything.

* I actually feel kinda bad for Ned but Linds needed change

* Okay hear me out Ned is hot asf

* Chad asking/minupilating mig if he would be up for a threesome was the funniest thing ever

* Chad = bi

* Wish we got more chad

* I love chad

* Mig opening up to Linds but only a little bc he’s scared hurts

* Mig singing “can I ever know you?” First is so cute

* I wanted more of mig and his brothers relationship

* In “what if” they change her ever looping tune and it’s so cute aghh

* Ned is so gay istg

* Like fr

* Carlos and Mae being like their characters irl is so fun

* The podcast is the best thing ever

* Miguel trying to fit in with the toxic masculinity in tiger king but he: cries when he watches notting hill, wants to be like Jane eyre n more is so fun

* The Lopezes are so talented it’s not even funny, the songs they wrote are all so good

This is just me rambling but I have so much more lmao😍

[elvenhub]

!!! I've noticed how much colorism is in the lotr fandom, specifically with elves

They associate all elves with having fair skin, blue eyes and typically blonde(or brown) hair that's straight as hell. It just shows that they think in order for elves to be "the most beautiful beings" they have to be the white beauty standard🙁

I love seeing redesigns where people draw elves with different cultures, ethnicities, all of it, it's so beautiful and truly I think it fits the ethereal beauty the elves have if they're not all copy-paste of each other with only hair and eye color changing occasionally

But also when the rings of power show was released and there were two poc in the main cast, the fandom lost their shit about the dwarf lady being black because "well they live underground and never see the sun so how can she be black" as if black people can't just exist??? And black people can be 'pale' from not being in the sun, it's just not making them white as snow🙄

And the elf guy, he was very absolutely beautiful!!! The only problem I had was that he didn't have longer hair because I personally love elves having the long hair but regardless he was an amazing choice🙏

Sorry for the long little rant, I felt like sharing my thoughts and sorry if I didn't say some things correctly, English is not my first language

yeah !! omg yes to all of this. I’ve been writing for this fandom since I was like 13 (I’m 21 now lol) and this has always bugged the hell out of me. I never could fully immerse myself into most x reader fanfics because they are painfully non poc. Like don’t get me wrong, I support properly tagged creative liberty in writing fan fiction but if you’re writing X READER and fail to add to the description that reader looks a certain (white) way…..like just make an OC instead. and it’s actually SO easy to make your x reader fics poc friendly, seems like a skill issue tbh but sometimes I feel like this shit is done on purpose lmao but i do usually try to give them the benefit of the doubt for my sanity 😭

have not watched ROP but I agree, the anti poc discourse is so dumb and those going at lengths to argue that poc don’t belong in Tolkien’s stories is insane. I’m Indigenous and I’m so used to not seeing any type of representation in media so it’s kind of become unfathomable for me to imagine myself specifically in Tolkien’s world which I’m trying to undo but I am so glad other poc can get that validation and joy.

also don’t worry at all, I like long asks bc I love to yap 🤪. and your english is great! :3

[lewiselder]

dude your arm sucks!

we back!

it’s been about a year since the last post. i’m consistently averaging about 1 post a year. that’s a lot, right? 

hope this blog posts finds ya’ll well. not much is different in my life besides everything. ralph has gotten ever cuter, sweeter, and nicer. random anecdote but i actually did some 1v1 sessions w/ a dog trainer, but ended up cancelling the remainder when i started to freak out and realize i loved his personality and didn’t want it to change. moral of the story: abandon therapy and become your absolute worst. 

anywayyyyy - i’ve had 2 very arm-core things happen to me in the past few weeks. bad news for me is good news for ya’ll. i get my day ruined and ya’ll get something to read on the toilet in between actively giving yourself adhd by watching misinformation on tiktok for 90 minutes. 

*whispering* actually, i kind of like when this crazy shit happens to me bc i get to write about it and feel ~special~ :^D

today, we’re gonna cover the first story. i hope to be consistent enough to write up the other story soon. no promises. 

Dude, your arm sucks!

picture this, it’s mere weeks ago - fathers day 2023 - beautiful, scenic sunday weather. handsome clouds with chiseled jaws and just the right amount of buccal fat hang expectantly in a baby blue sky. i’m in a wifebeater with a mullet. 

as ya’ll surely know, i grew up without a dad (as did most of my friends shout tf out to ya’ll) and so i obviously don’t do anything special for father’s day. on this particular father’s day, my friend and i were going to go for a nice walk with ralph, but first we decide to stop by the starbucks next to my apartment.

my friend runs in to order the coffees. i stand outside with ralph, leaning against the side of the building. 

now i’ve heard a lot of words in my 30 years. i’ve heard them put together in all sorts of combinations to form all types of sentences. smart sentences, dumb sentences, long sentences, short sentences, sentences about crypto even. but i was about to hear a sentence i’d never heard before. 

from out of absolute fucking nowhere i hear, 

“dude! your arm suuucks!”

lmao

what

i look up from watching some instagram story of someone i’ll never see in person again for the rest of my life even if we both live to be 1,000, to see a tall, skinny dude standing next to me. his mouth half open, half smiling

i’m literally standing in shock, mostly perplexed and processing, my tiny golden dog who has some of the worst dog anxiety on the planet quakes beneath my feet. 

“what?” i manage to spit out through a half laugh

“dude yeah man, your arm sucks!”

i stare at him like:

if i recall correctly, he introduced himself as Rick at some point during this interaction, so i’ll refer to dude as Rick (have you ever said the name Rick to yourself like 5x? that can’t be a real name. it’s barely even a sound. rick. rick. rick. rick. rick. yeah get fucking real bud)

rick: “nah man see that’s just how i approach life. we gotta just be upfront with one another and then we can move forward from there. like now we’ve addressed it and so we can move on”

PLEASE NOTE: rick was not as well spoken as i am making him sound. while this is largely accurate, i’m paraphrasing from memory. pls add in 70% more incoherence to whatever i say he said  

and i gotta hand it to rick, he was hilarious. it’s awesome pseudo-intellectualism filled with ersatz empathy.

me: O_O

rick: yeah man like look, my leg used to suck 

*rick pulls up one of his pant legs, exposing the lower half of his leg*

now i can’t tell ya’ll his leg didn’t suck bc it definitely fucking sucked but it looked normal to me, albeit gross and dirty

me: bro pull your pant leg down lol

rick: *pouting* fine, but im just saying now that we got it out of the way we can be friends on a real level

me: i don’t think friendship is in the cards for us man. bro i need you to keep it moving

i should mention that, while this is a lot of text, this is maybe 20 seconds of real life interaction, and at this point it becomes clear to me that rick is at least semi-homeless and likely not totally together mentally. this colors strongly how i interacted with him going forward, because idk man what am i gonna get into a fist fight with a houseless dude who is likely high or drunk rn?

sensing my withdrawal from the conversation and my waning interest in friendship, rick resorts to an especially strange move. 

rick: nah man lemme get a real good look at it and we’ll get through this

rick bends down and puts his face maybe 6 inches from my arm, his bloodshot eyes wide as dinner plates

me: *recoiling* alright man see now im really about to beat the shit out of you if you don’t get the fuck on 

rick (as if i just lit a firework during a fancy dinner party): woah fuck ok man, fine. trust me your legs are as big as my waist, i know you could beat my ass. but i might be able to out run you in a straight line spring *chuckles to himself* but obviously you’re a strong guy

at this point, rick starts walking away still kind of talking about how i look strong. he opens the door to starbucks and heads in. he’s their problem now. 

mind you, starbucks is packed so it’s taking forever for my friend to get the drinks. 

maybe 40 seconds later the door to starbucks flings open

rick is back, baby!

“would a cigarette make it up to ya?”

me: lol brother i don’t smoke

rick: yeah me neither *lights cigarette in his mouth* 

we stand there almost shoulder to shoulder like old lovers who’ve run out of things to talk about but just like to enjoy each others company

rick: man you know what show my kids love?

me: what show rick

rick: inspector gadget man, you ever seen it?

me: yeah man that’s pretty old, i’m surprised that’s still on

rick: yeah they love it. you know who you remind me of? Dr. Claw. he’s the villain but he’s a badass. his arm sucks too. 

me: rick...

rick: im just saying man like obviously this shit has just made you tougher in life man. you’re jacked man, i hope my kids grow up to be like you

me: rick, brother, its fathers day, shouldn’t you be with your kids

rick, speaking more to god than to me: *softly* it’s fathers day

me: i’m gonna go out on a limb here and guess their mom has custody

at this point it’s felt like rick and i have been on this island together for a fucking eternity. seasons have changed, wars have risen and subsided, babies have been born and gone to college and decided to hit the snooze button on life by then going to grad school. 

i’ve literally had relationships shorter than this. not that i don’t enjoy talking to my old buddy rick, but man what i wouldn’t give for him to walk away, or for this starbucks to blow up, or for me to be assassinated. something, anything. 

FINALLY, my friend comes outside with the fucking coffees

she walks up to us perplexed

me: alright man i gotta go now 

*i start walking away*

rick: *smoking his cigarette that didn’t make it up to me and following us as if we’re all in the world’s worst band headed to practice together* aw yeah see now we were just talking about how his arm sucks and -

now i can’t have this fucking dude come walking with us, and i’d mostly been a good sport to him up to this point with the exception of when he tried to do a gynecological exam on my left arm

me, turning and getting into ricks face: ok i’m seriously gonna smack the fuck out of you if you don’t walk away right now

the 2nd threat seemed to do the trick. 

rick muttered some random shit under his breath before finally using his formerly sucky leg to saunter off back towards starbucks.

good night, sweet prince

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I should say that at no point was I really going to fight Rick. He was clearly unwell, but the only way to really get him to leave was to threaten him. During the entirety of the interaction I was more amused and annoyed than mad (save for when he bent down and put his face in my arm). 

It did however bring me back to a place I spent the majority of my time when I was younger. My experience growing up disabled was one fraught with the preservation of what little pride I had. When I felt someone disrespected me, the overwhelming sense of obligation to do something about it (fight them, argue back, whatever) was one of the strongest driving forces of my formative years. And to be honest, feeling as if you have to fight and claw for the sense of pride most able-bodied people get to inherently enjoy is a tremendously heavy burden to carry. 

One of the reasons I so relate to people who have some type of outward presenting marginalized identity, whether they’re Black or Brown or disabled or non-gender-conforming or whatever, is because it’s such an insanely specific experience to have people come up to you and say the absolute wildest shit possible. And they expect there to be no consequences from their actions, which is such a motherfucking frustrating dynamic to experience. It’s hard to explain to someone who’s never gone through it. 

Anyway, that’s pretty much it. I haven’t seen Rick since. I do wish him the best, as I know he had good intentions. And while him and I ultimately weren’t able to enjoy a Newport together like he wanted (but Rick doesn’t smoke), he did give me an interesting story to add to the collection. 

All in all, not my worst father’s day.

if u read this far i owe u a cigarette

[bo0zey]

thinking abt how i’m already a chronic maladaptive daydreamer w a sensitive sidereal pisces moon in the 8th house and having access to klonopin is like a forcefield of protection for my brain and body it’s only times like these i feel safe enough to come out of hiding and glide around the real world for a little bit before the drugs wear off and i dive back into my other multi universes and try to experience life through them instead except but lately it’s gotten harder and i think it’s because i’ve been so out of touch with reality for so long that i got stuck in this weird state of writer’s purgatory i used to be able to draw so much inspiration for my characters and story plots from the real world but now it’s blanks ……..i need 2 go outside n touch grass or smthing how do i feel connected to myself and the world again i don’t want to but i think that’s the reason why i can’t write anymore as much as i try…i spent >17hrs a day trying to organize 4 different stories at a time my brain is scattered im losing hope and motivation all over again …. alllll over again!!

[ameliasbitvh]

MANNERS ; J.P.

a/n : you guys i couldnt post it the first time so i just decided to redo the post & shit but i’m lazy so it felt like a real chore 💔 anyways! happy birthday to my old man james potter <33 ik i usually write sun!james so this is a lil different from the usual 🙏 (also i’m not adding in links & tags rn bc i’m scared i’ll lose this draft so like i rather not risk it and add them in later 😁).

library account 📚; @ameliasbitvhlibrary

summary : james has had his eyes on you for awhile now but you being his best friends daughter and him having a wife & child obviously restrained him. but on his birthday, there you were, at his birthday party. your pretty thighs on display, glistening as the sun hit them. your skirt flowed behind you, revealing your ass and white laced panties for a moment. fuck, he thought. he knew it was wrong to think about his best friends daughter this way. but how could he not? you were gorgeous, absolutely mesmerizing. he didn’t know if he wanted to fuck your pretty brain dumb or hold you in his arms to protect you from the big and bad people out there. himself. ( READER IS OF AGE )

wc : 2.8k (2827)

warning(s) : reader calls james “uncle james” in the beginning 💀 dacryphillia, crying, crybaby!reader if you squint, smut, daddy kink, innocence kink, breeding kink mentioned, oral sex (f & m receiving), brat!reader, jealous!james, dads bsf!james, dilf!james, james is married & has a kid, cheating, and some cringe parts i should’ve left out LMAO

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there you were, at his birthday party. your pretty thighs on display, glistening as the sun hit them. your skirt flowed behind you, revealing your ass and white laced panties for a moment. fuck, he thought. he knew it was wrong to think about his best friends daughter this way. but how could he not? you were gorgeous, absolutely mesmerizing. he didn’t know if he wanted to fuck your pretty brain dumb or hold you in his arms to protect you from the big and bad people out there. himself.

he wanted to protect you from himself, because god wouldn’t even know what he’d do if he got his hands on you and you let him. fuck, he didn’t even know.

slowly, his eyes traveled up your body. your back faced him as you picked up a toy that had fallen in the grass, his eyes glued to your ass. picking yourself up, you gave it back to the little girl who dropped it. james’s little girl, his daughter.

oh yeah, he has a daughter and a wife.

you granted her with a smile and kiss on the cheek, the man's heart warmed at that. a small smile rested upon his lips.

james knew having a wife and child was even worse, but he couldn’t stop himself from the filthy thoughts flooding his mind. it was like a tsunami coming down on him and he relished in it, letting the salty water decorate his skin, he glistened in the dark. he took advantage of every moment he had with you. either it was a gentle touch on the shoulder or tucking your hair behind your ear. he did it all. he craved you, fucking needed you.

“hey, y/n!” he heard a voice shout, a male voice. his head immediately snapped towards the direction of a young man, maybe around eighteen to twenty. around your age.

he saw you smile at the imbecile, fucking smile. “hi, jason. what are you doing here?” you replied, opening your arms to welcome him with a hug.

yeah, what the fuck was he doing here. james thought agreeing with you. the fury in him only rising as he saw you embrace him, jason’s hands way too far down for his liking; right above your ass.

of anyone’s hand were to be there, it’d be his.

james had wanted you for the longest time, and he was disgusted by it. he had watched you grow up, from a little girl to an adult. you were his best friends daughter, god he was filthy. he had a wife, a child. but something, something about all these things made him want you even more. you were the forbidden fruit that he took a bite of. he just wanted a taste. just so fucking bad.

just as you and jason were about to continue talking, you heard a voice. a cold, deep, alluring voice call out to you. the same voice that sent chills down your spine, the voice that you thought of when you got yourself off, the voice that you heard spewing dirty words and phrases from his filthy mouth when your hand was down rubbing your clit. you felt like a slut, an actual slut for wanting him. a married man. a father. your dads best friend.

you knew it seemed insane, but sometimes you feel like his eyes are on you. watching your every move, and you would be lying if you said it doesn’t make you feel cautious. careful that you short skirt wouldn’t lift up too high, you didn’t bend too low, or your top didn’t rise up, showing your bare stomach. but you wanted him to see it, all of it. tell you how pretty you were, how pretty you looked full of his cum, or maybe just how pretty you were, his dirty little secret.

“y/n!” james called your name out again, snapping you out of your embarrassingly erotic daydream.

“i — um — yes, uncle james?”

“c’mere for a quick sec, doll.” he beckoned you over, his legs man spread on the chair he sat in.

you nodded your head yes, he loved how obedient you were. quickly you scrambled to him. standing in front of him your fingers fidgeted with the edge of your skirt. you swore to merlin he was looking at your thighs for a moment. clearing his throat, he got up from his chair and looked you straight in the eyes. your cheeks flushed, you felt your stomach churning. your lips pursed together. “so, who is he?” his voice was liquid smoothe, yet crisp and sharp. “oh — jason? he’s a friend.” you mumbled, your eyes looking anywhere but him.

“when i ask you a question, speak up and look at me, baby.” he said softly, so fucking soft unlike the hard in his pants. his fingers found your chin and tilted it up, your eyes stared into his. his blue eyes, always so mesmerizing, you could get lost in them for a million years and yet you’d want more time.

he felt the same about yours.

“y — yes.” he was always so assertive and demanding, maybe that’s what drew you into him. well, ever since you were fifteen, you thought he was quite attractive. but you also thought any guy older than you was hot. you had a type, what can you say?

“so tell me, who is he and what is he doing here.”

“i’m so sorry, uncle james! he’s just a friend, i didn't know he would come. he asked me where i was and i told him i was here and then he just…came?”

“mhm, tell him to leave then.” he demanded.

“wh — what, why?” you questioned, your eyebrows immediately furrowing, a frown on your pretty lips, forming a pout. a pout that he longed to kiss away.

“because, if you’ve forgotten, sweetheart: it’s my birthday and i get anything i want, i wish for him to be gone.” and for you to be in my bed tonight.

he smirked. his fingers leaving your chin making your frown deepen until his fingers caressed your jaw, moving up to tuck your hair behind your ears. this man wanted you to die, you just knew it. your cheeks grew hot and merlin, you hope he didn’t notice it.

“i’ll tell him — tell him to leave.” you sputtered out, your teeth bawling on your bottom lip.

“atta girl.” he praised you and sat back down, man spread. heat flowed through your body down into your core and you clenched your thighs for a moment, a moment too slow because he saw you. he fucking saw you close your legs together to try and get rid of the ache in your core. he knew it and you knew it.

his eyes trailed from your calves to right where you needed him to be. where you wanted him deeply buried in you.

you swallowed the lump in your throat, you were embarrassed.

shit, james thought. there was no fucking way that you just — something inside him, something ruthless, shameless, filthy, dirty and savage erupted. he knew where he was looking wasn’t for a man like him, but fuck it was right there. and he wasn’t letting this opportunity slip away from his grasp like that.

“forget the boy, let’s go inside to have a talk.”

following him, you both entered the comfort of his home. it wasn’t too big nor too small, it was perfect. a home you would want in the near future, with a man.

james hoped that man was him.

he led you up the stairs into his bedroom, the bed both he and lily slept on.

once he closed the door shut and locked it, he saw the look in your eyes. you were in shock, adrenaline pacing back and forth, it took everything in you to not pounce on him. fuck you needed him so bad and he barely even touched you, yet. pathetic.

your eyes screamed, fuck me! to him.

“look at you,” he cooed, his hand reaching out for your face and you nuzzled into it.

“prettiest little thing i’ve seen.” his thumb drawer out and dipped into your mouth. you gasped feeling it in your mouth, innocence, pure fucking innocence coating your eyes as you slowly began to bob your head up and down. your tongue swirling around his thumb. the things you could do, things you could do to him. he could’ve came just looking at you suck his finger like a dumb whore.

but then you remembered why you both came up here, pulling away from his thumb, “what did we need to talk about, daddy?”a pout decorated your face.

“we need to talk about that little boy who’s been following you around, hun. tell me, do you want him?” he asked, his hand then trailing up and down your leg, getting dangerously close to your sex. you felt the bundle of tingles inside erupting, you needed him so bad.

“want him like how? like how i want you? like how i want your cock inside me, like how i want you to fuck me?” you teased him, pushing him into the bed. someone was feeling bold today. usually, you’d never do this, obviously, but you couldn’t let him go like that. you threw your legs over him, now straddling him, your hips rocked slowly. his hands came up and gave your ass a tight squeeze and a slap. “no teasing, sweetheart.”

his strong hands then gripped your waist, drilling you down onto his hard cock. you moaned, head thrown back feeling his sex against yours. whimpers falling from your lips as he bucked his hips up.

you felt that churning in your core again, you were about to snap and let loose. and he had barely done anything to you.

“‘m getting close. s’close, james!” you cried, your arms wrapping around his neck and in response he captured his lips in yours. fuck, you finally got a taste of him and you couldn’t hold back, neither could he.

he immediately flipped you both over. his clothed sex thrusting against yours.

your arms were still latched to him, his hands on your hips, bucking them up to his, bringing you closer to the edge.

“please, can i cum!” you sobbed, tears streaming from your face and this was all from dry humping.

“yes, baby. such a needy thing, barely touched you and you’re a little crying mess.”

letting go, the coil snapped and you writhed beneath him. your legs jerked up and a cry let your lips, he relished in the pretty noises you made. an animalistic growl ripped from his throat and he buried his lips into your neck, immediately nipping and sucking; finding your sweet spot.

his lips traveled, but stopped at the fabric of your shirt. “can i take it off, bun?” you nodded your head eagerly in response, your mind still foggy from your recent orgasm.

he unveiled your soft skin, he watched the shirt slide up revealing your tummy to the delicate skin of your breasts covered by your white laced bra. immediately his face dove into your breast and planted hot kisses on it. “so pretty, love.” he praised and your back arched, bringing your breast closer to him. “want to taste them so bad.” he murmured more to himself,

his hand crawled behind your back and unclipped the restraining bra.

peeling it off, your nipples peaked feeling the cool air surround it quickly. “you’re my birthday gift, aren't you? all mine, not his. mine.” he smirked, his lips quickly attacking your nipples. your mouth opened in an “O” shape feeling his skilled tongue on you. “taste so sweet,” he mumbled.

“all f’you, james! please want y’to use me, wanna be y’good girl!” you pleaded, a pout on your lips, finally one that he could kiss away. pulling from your breast, his lips melted onto yours, the fit perfectly together, molding together.

his hands tracked down your body, finding your skirts zipper, he unzipped it: revealing your hot skin.

you began tugging at his button up shirt, that’s when he realized you were only in your panties, while he was fully clothed. “tut, tut, tut, baby. want daddy’s clothes off, gotta ask first. mhm?”

you nodded your head and asked, “can i take your clothes off, daddy?”

he gave you a nod and your hands quickly nimbled with the buttons and took his shirt off; revealing his toned body, your hands caressed from his chest down to his strong v line. a smirk graced his damned good looking face and his hands played with the waist band of your panties. “white laced panties, baby? so pretty on you, but i wanna see something even prettier.”

planting kisses from your breast down to your inner thighs he placed a kiss on your clothes core, his nose nuzzling into your clit. he inhaled you, so fucking intoxicating. his tongue teased your hot cunt, he licked and lapped and you could barely feel it through your panties. “so wet, so fucking wet and for me. i feel selfish for keeping you to myself.” (a sequel? 🙈)

he peeled your underwear off your hot and sticky skin. finally, fucking finally. he thought as he saw your cunt, “fuck, sweetheart — so — fucking…beautiful.” he said in between the kisses he gave your sex, you whined, your body twisting a bit, feeling all the butterflies in your stomach soaring through the roof.

suddenly his tongue dived into your pussy, immediately your back arched as a cry left your lips. “shh, i know, i know, princess.” he groaned against you. he needed you quiet, he didn’t need his wife to come up here and find him eating out his best friend's daughter.

now wasn’t the fucking time to be disobedient but you couldn’t hold back all the pleasure spiraling through your body. a loud cry, maybe even a scream ripped from your throat. in a blink of an eye the tongue against you stopped it’s movement and a slap was delivered to your breast. you whimpered from lost of pleasure and the burn in your breast. “what did i say, toots? you need to be fucking quiet, don’t need no one finding us.”

your eyebrows furrowed. “what if i want someone to find us? huh? what’re you gonna do about it? tell my dad?” you laughed, teasing you opened your legs wider and lifted a leg up, giving him a better view.

getting off his knees, his tongue rolled against his cheek, you could tell he was fuming. he grabbed your jaw, his grip was fucking strong. his other hand fell to his buckle and immediately unbuckled it, his pants falling to his ankles. quickly, he took his pants and boxers off. his tip leaking with precum slapped his defined abdomen, all those years of quidditch really paid off didn't it.

his hard fucking cock was right in front of you and holy shit…it was bigger than you thought. how could a dick be that big —

“you wanna be a fucking brat? hmm? i’ll give you something to suck on so you can shut the fuck up.” his hands grabbed the back of your head, gripping on your hair and pushed you onto your knees. he slammed your mouth against his cock. his dick quickly slid into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat, you immediately gag and tears fill your eyes. your mascara smeared against your delicate eyes.

“yeah? try to fucking talk back to me like a bitch, ima treat you like one.”

your head cocked back and forth, your tongue swirled against his tip and your hand pumped the rest of his shaft that you couldn’t take.

he gripped your hair even tighter and began to thrust, fucking your mouth with all his might. tears streamed down your face.

you looked up at him, giving him your best good girl eyes. “keep looking at me like that and im gonna cum — fuck, you stupid bitch. i’m not gonna be able to fuck you if you keep doing that.”

i guess all those times you practiced giving head on a popsicle worked out after all.

you didn’t care, you wanted him to cum: in your mouth, in your cunt, on your stomach, back, or hand.

almost about to come undone he pulls away from your warm mouth and you whine at the list of him.

immediately he man handles you and tosses you onto the bed, his hand grabbing your throat, giving it a tight squeeze closing your air way. a dumb smile graced your face, only a slut was stupid enough to do that. your body squirmed under his, his lips came close to your ears. “you never fucking listen, do you?”

backing away from his former position, his hand still on your throat. “guess i gotta fuck some manners into you.”

[bibbykins]

-Hi, hello my love 💕 I hope you and the misses are having a great weekend☺️💕 I was wonderinggggg (I’m not sure if you’ve posted this before, if you have, my bad🥲) if you’d be able to make a list of series recommendations to read? ☺️ I’m curious as to what YOU find interesting and attention worthy! Aaaaaand I’m running out of things to read while we wait for your next addition 🥲😂

Hello my dear!! And the weekend is going well!! My gf had a stressful week at work but it all turned out okay and I've been finding writing a little easier as we go!

Also thank you for asking! I think I did post something a loooong time ago and I literally cannot find it anywhere nor do I remember what I put on there, so I'd be happy to make another!

I will preface this by saying I am going to miss a ton of writers, bc I'm doing this one real quick and I'm quite dumb lmaoo I hope to make a whole fic rec blog but I keep getting busy :( so this list is not all-inclusive but just what comes to mind and I encourage y'all to recommend me stuff too!!

The bulk of this list is just going to be authors whose masterlist I plow through regularly but if I have a specific series of theirs I like the most I will try to link it! (Also sorry to anyone Tumblr doesn't let me tag correctly!)

I'm also lucky enough to have a lot of people on this list as mutuals which I'm super thankful for!! I appreciate all of you (mutuals or not) so much for sharing your talents in the form of beautiful works!

@rapline-heaux comes to mind first, pls read their stuff OMG!! The College Au and Possess Your Heart is beautiful and she's also super great in general!

@purpleyoonn is someone I just started reading from and Petrichor is nothing short of life-changing!! I'm making my way through her masterlist rn and ugh I LOVE IT

@bebejungkook is also someone I just started reading from and the talent!!

@jjungkookislife is someone I rediscovered and they are unbelievably talented also their new series Envolver has me by the throat lmao

@minniepetals my OT7 queen!! Not only is she super sweet she's super great at making you fall in love with all the characters she writes!! I cannot pick a fav series it's like picking a fav child lmao

@btsydtrash is another talented writer that I cannot pick a fav series for because OH MY GOD she is so talented I love her whole masterlist

@chummywchimmy I have reread both parts of Toska several times it is foul how much I love it!

@jiminiesfavouritecolourisblue you all already know how much I love Blue, it is and will continue to be soulmate behavior the way all of their fics have me in a chokehold! I just finished their Office hybrid au and am salivating for the third part but their whole masterlist has me on my KNEES

@scribblemetae is settling back and I'm really happy to see someone so talented taking the break they need and writing on their terms! Everything they write is gold so please show your support!!

@lonelyhobi is another extremely sweet and talented writer who I seriously admire!!

@bangtans-apollo Literally don't talk to me until you've read the Fanclub series like ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! I am kept continuously fed and am forever grateful!! Everything they write is amazing like ughhhhh

@worldwidemochiguy I have no words other than the one begging you to read their fics pls do thx bye

@ninetailedfoxmanchi am in love with everything they post!! I'm running out of words but pls believe it's all amazing!

I'm getting tired so I'm going to end it here but I know in my bones I am missing a ton of talented people so hopefully I'll get the energy to add to this but in the meantime, enjoy!

P.S. I'm sorry to my mutuals I'm so bad at interacting with my mutuals I'm extremely awkward and terrified of bothering people but just know ily!! I'm just too chicken to slide into your dms :') mentally I'm there though I promise lmao

[silversatoru]

can you please do a gojo x reader from when gojo is a second year? the reader would be a really powerful sorcerer and everyone, including him, is super in love with her bc she’s basically the female version of him (except not an asshole) and he starts to realize he’s starting to catch feelings as they become friends but he knows that he has too much on his hands and doesn’t want to ruin things with her so he never does anything about it and instead goes on meaningless dates to have fun (pls make it angsty!!!) and she’s a strong person so she tries to not make it look like it gets to her!!! you can add anything else (:

denial

gojo satoru x f!reader

synopsis: you and satoru were destined for each other, but he fucked up one too many times

tags/warnings: angst, student gojo is a complete whore, that’s it lmao

a/n: i have been craving some straight up angst, thank u <3

you and satoru have always gone head to head — rivals since you became a student here at tokyo metropolitan curse technical college. he was born with the admired six eyes, enhancing his already spectacular abilities he inherited from the gojo bloodline. and you were the one born to challenge him, the one responsible for keeping his massive ego in check.

your jujutsu technique wasn’t quite as flashy as his — and you didn’t get cool icy blue eyes that were so bright they could practically glow in the dark — but you were incredibly powerful, and that’s what mattered. you’ve made satoru question himself since the day you met, and because of that you often resided inside his head even when he didn’t want you there. satoru didn’t like when his title as “the strongest student” was disputed, but there was something about your ability to threaten him that lead to an infatuation.

the day he realized he loved you was the worst day of his life, because as much as he wanted to obey his feelings, it was in both of your best interest for him to ignore them. satoru had a target on his back, and if he drug you into the mess that was his life of responsibility, it would ruin the friendship you two already had. he promised himself that he’d be content with staying friends — that he’d protect you even if it cost him his heart.

so, he filled the void with other girls — girls who were sorcerers and girls who weren’t, he really wasn’t picky. the way that his dorm room had quickly turned into a revolving door of new girls disgusted you, but you stood no position to question him. the two of you never dated, never even considered dating, but you’d be lying if you said there wasn’t some tension.

you’ve loved satoru for far too long, and for a while you were convinced that he felt the same way. it wasn’t until he started seeing practically every girl in tokyo that you realized he didn’t. he was selfish, he was an asshole, and he had a massive ego — you were dumb to think that he’d ever feel that way for you. you both carried the same burden, and you thought that made you special, but it didn’t.

except for that it did. in satoru’s eyes, you were the most special thing he’d ever seen. these girls were just a distraction — he really didn’t want them, he wanted you. he wanted you more than anything, but you were off limits; he refused to drag you into his world.

being next in line after satoru in terms of power meant that you were reasonably popular yourself. people are drawn to power — that’s why they love satoru and that’s why they love you. maybe that’s why suguru asked you to lunch one day — or maybe he actually liked you, you weren’t quite sure. it was always so hard to tell.

but the lunch went well; suguru was sweet and treated you with complete kindness. it was the utter opposite of talking to satoru, who was cocky and horribly over-confident. you enjoyed it, you really did, but you felt nothing but guilt when you looked at suguru and wished that satoru was sitting in his place. it was unfair to make false promises to the dark-haired boy — promises that you didn’t mean and couldn’t fulfill, so you didn’t.

sorry, suguru, i just don’t think i’m looking for this kind of thing right now.

is it satoru? is that why?

no, i-

it’s okay, i see the way you look him, it’s the same way he looks at you — like you’re both behind glass, unable to reach each other.

and that was that.

but satoru didn’t catch wind of your rejection, he’d just heard you were in the city with suguru — on a date. it infuriated him, knowing that his best friend was stealing the girl of his dreams, but it’s not like he’d ever been honest about his feelings either. no one knew his genuine feelings towards you; honestly sometimes even he forgot about them. in fact, he was forgetting about them right now as he drowned himself in another girl’s soft lips and flowery perfume.

the taste of her tongue against his was stale, and he imagined that yours would taste much better — in fact sometimes he actually liked to imagine that it was you. but he had to remind himself that things were better this way for you; suguru would treat you better than someone like him ever could.

so you could imagine his surprise when you showed up at his door that night, angry tears leaking from your furious eyes.

“i’m in love with you, satoru,” you stated matter-of-factly as soon as he opened the door; but it was more of a threat and less of a statement.

it felt good to get it off your chest, to finally make your feelings known and feel the weight melt off your shoulders. you’d been confining it all within yourself for much too long.

“you’re what?” his expression was one of bewilderment; “weren’t you just out with suguru?” 

“yeah,” you sighed, demeanor falling to the floor as you relived the guilt of turning him down, “he’s sweet, but when i looked at him, all i wanted to see was you”. 

it pained your heart to admit that — part of you wished that you would have fallen for suguru instead, things would certainly be easier. 

satoru held his tongue, which he doesn’t do very often, and really mulled over what he would say to you next. he decided that maybe things could work out between the two of you — maybe he could love you and keep you safe all at once. maybe, just maybe, the two of you could thrive more together than you ever did on your own. maybe he was ignorant to ever think differently.

“i love you t-,” the words fell from his tongue so easily, like they were meant to be there all along — he was stepping forward, arm outstretched, ready to hold your face in his hand like he’d always dreamed of doing.

“satoru, who the hell-,” a female voice interrupted, his cracked door swinging open and revealing a girl you’d never seen before.

he was so stupid, so stupidly wrapped up in his own world that he’d forgotten about the other girl who was waiting in his room. and now he was frozen in time, inches from kissing you, holding you, enveloping you in his arms for the first time.

your face twisted in disgust, hot tears watering in your eyes as your last shred of hope shattered to the floor. he was so full of himself that he was willing to confess his love to you while another girl sat inside his room. gojo satoru was a piece of shit.

if only he’d known how much he’d destroy your friendship by trying to ‘save’ it. if only he’d known how much he’d miss you once you were gone. if only he’d taken the chance and loved you the way you deserved to be loved, when you deserved it.

the two of you were destined for each other, but he fucked up one too many times.

[nyxthejinx]

it’s mE bUBBLE ANON . since you can’t see it i think i’ll switch to this one 🔮?? Lmk

but omg , i absolutely loved your continuation to my ask. It’s to good not to keep the train going >:)

i apologize in advance bc i’m about to focus on my main kaeya , i love him to much and he needs some attention and love.

i imagine how hard it must have been before the scarf incident to gain readers trust again. You mentioned how he stayed around the mansion when he first heard she was there. He probably just stayed in rooms he knew she would go in and just sit there to make his presence known. He knew that she would probably just walk right back out but at least she wasn’t leaving the mansion. He knew it would take a while but he didn’t care about the wait ( diluc hasn’t kicked him out cause he’s not even there , to busy avoiding a certain someone smh ) . He wanted to show her that he would wait for her not matter how long it took, he wasn’t going to forsake , abandon or desert her. Never again would he leave her behind.

( it’s like one of those youtube videos where the person just stays in one place to make the bunny or cat comfortable lmao

an emotional game of cat and mouse

It takes weeks but reader finally throws him a bone and stays in whatever room he’s in to talk here and there( he actually started to get through to her but she’ll never admit it … he knows better tho). the bOOM reader takes his hand , they finally talk about what happened that night and the road to finally repair their relationship begins.

After that , the begin to take trips together, exploring places they use to go to as children to add new and better memories. You mentioned that they capture crystal flies together ! It’s cute that they capture them together. He was probably the one who brought up the idea to leave some in dilucs office and she begrudgingly agrees lmao .

Ok ok so to build a bit more of story before the scarf incident. What if kaeya helps reader with her hand phobia ( more angst for diluc , could potentially lead to fluff for him , who knows LMAO) but but they by start by linking arms , then pinky’s and then sometimes hands. When they camp out while exploring , kaeya let’s reader trace the the scars in his hands while he tells her where he got them from. ( IM SORRY i think siblings holding hands is the cutest shit ever, it’s also them making up for lost time… it’s also my soft spot for kaeya)

OK FINALLY at the scarf incident. They both don’t ask questions about each others cover up ( eye patch / scarf ). so the day diluc finally mans up and comes back , and like you said her scarf comes lose, she tries to cover up because she’s scared of anyone seeing. She feels ashamed of them. Kaeya tried to offer her his jacket but before he can take it off she hides in his chest . He freezes up before instinctively goes into big brother mode and hugs them. Think of it like a melting hug !! ( diluc being a witness of it all since he saw the scar he left on her neck)

what if … after this … she gets a bit of the glow back in her eyes bc deep in her heart she now knows that at least one of her brothers is here to stay for good.

I SPOKE TO MUCH LMAO , im sorry i love kaeya so much. feel free to include more of diluc and i can continue the train to talk more about him. if you’d like 😈

-🔮 anon !!

*lies knocked out cold on the floor* can you believe I couldn't stand Kaeya for almost two years LOL- I mean, we got to know him at the beginning of the game and I used to skip every dialogue/not understand what was going on. But now I just want to pat his head 😭

+ I'm sorry you had to change your emote, but my dumb phone can't recognise it, smh.

There's that part in reader that needs him, though they hate his very being during the early stages of their reconciliation. He's willing to be the brother they needed, fix whatever can be fixed, and reader doesn't want to admit it/realise it, but they need his presence.

It doesn't feel normal- familiar at all, it's a jumbled mess of nameless and unknown feelings. They want to hate him so bad, to hate Diluc, the winery, mondstadt. They want to hate Teyvat because maybe all that resentment would finally leave their body and stop burning.

It's exhausting to be mad, it's exhausting to loathe.

And no matter how much the fatui pushed them to draw strength from such feeling, it's not in their nature. They just wish time could rewind and mend what's broken. Their hydro vision is not enough, not anymore.

But a clock doesn't tick backwards, and the closest they can get to their past is to hold hands, brush fingers, link arms, all while reminiscing.

When Kaeya sees they chose to hide in his arms rather than his coat he feels indescribable relief. It's the most tangible proof that he's doing the right thing and regaining their trust, because they feel safe in his hold. It's a different bond, one that doesn't taste like their childhood, but rather a new flavour to be discovered.

Diluc sees it all. Thinks that maybe they don't need him, or any more of his deleterious actions and feelings.

Perhaps the hole he left wasn't caused by his absence.

Perhaps his presence dug that hole in their heart.

What do we do with him, do we give a happy ending? LMAO

[mcjiminmeal]

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