#sometimes the weed turns me gay.

[sl-ut]

streamer!ellie hcs

been thinking about gamer!ellie williams x fem!reader a little too much lately so here are some random ass hcs

part two | part three

she's a pretty big streamer on twitch, plays a lot of different games but she particularly likes rpgs bc she thinks they're the most fun kinds of streams to watch

she plays gta online (on nopixel ofc) A LOT

her rp character is definitely like a druglord or something lol

speaking of, total stoner

she usually smokes right before her streams to help her settle down (she gets kinda nervous before her streams)

she's up front about her drug use (just weed don't worry) w her fans, but definitely doesn't wanna smoke on stream bc she knows there are younger viewers watching

she streams at night, probably around 8:30-9pm AT THE EARLIEST

has a boss set up. she has an extra room in her apartment for streaming, has lots of fun little figurines and posters of her fav games/movies/artists, led lights (always set to either blue or red), and custom display, keyboard, and headset

off-topic, but she'd also an astrophysics major and is on the DEANS LIST??? our girl is so casually smart and doesn't even try that hard like

she's such a nerd, always been a big star wars, harry potter, and lotr fan since she was a kid

she casually drops the gf bomb on stream one day and the internet just about blows up

lesbian twitter died a little that day

she's kinda secretive about it tho, didn't even really mean to mention her gf (she hadn't even asked her to be her gf yet and she already publicly announced that she was off the market)

for plot purposes, i've always really liked the idea that y/n is also a public figure? maybe she's a small actor/singer or an influencer or something

y/n texted her during the stream saying "u got something u wanna ask me???"

ellie was trying so hard to not turn red and end the stream

a few days later, everyone's fav lowkey singer/actor/influencer happens to soft launch her new gf (everyone was a little sus but no one really assumed that it was ellie bc why would it be??? they've literally never interacted on the internet before?)

except what they don't know is that ellie had been really high one night and decided to shoot her shot, sending a risky dm on insta and almost pissing herself when she saw that she had actually responded

begins talking about the relationship more on stream

doesn't reveal who her gf is for a while tho, but when she gets a text from y/n asking for her help for a sec she'll just tell her chat that she'll be back bc she needs to "go help the missus"

such a loser fr

finally hard launches on y/n's bday, posting a photodump from the past few months that they've been together

lesbian twitter died again

two of the hottest internet gays off the market? oh no

but everyone really loves it

ellie likes when she brings her snacks or a drink during the stream, inviting her to sit on her lap and chat for a bit while they're waiting to join a server or something

she bought an additional gaming laptop so y/n could stream with her sometimes

ellie does random super loser stuff when this happens, like if they're playing gta she's taking her on a long car ride around the city bc she's roleplaying as y/n's sugar daddy

loves using her platform to hype up her gf's work

always reposting new songs or casting announcements that her gf is involved in, and loves being her date to big press events

omg i might have to make a little modern!ellie fic bc i love this smmmm

[omgwhatchloe]

STUPID MODERN AU HEADCANONS ALERT

-they all have one hideout they stay at after too many of their apartments kept getting raided. its…its chaotic sometimes.

-bill snores so fucking loud and sleeps on the sofas. he DOES have a bed, he just ‘rests’ his eyes during whatever he’s watching, spreads out and snores like hell. its the most infuriating thing, and arthur does not hold back when beating him with a pillow.

-however if it was lenny or one of the girls who’d fallen asleep on the sofa, lets just say hes sneaking back into the house after late night adventures, and he finds them, arthur would absolutely cover them with a blanket or even carry them to bed depending on how tired he was.

-the men of the gang have differing opinions on drugs, strippers, etc. some will absolutely spend their money on that, others will never even consider it. you gotta remember, this is a gang and theyre criminals.

-movie nights are very random as theyre all constantly in and out, doing this and that, but it is nice when a group of them can settle down and watch something. but you know theyre getting interrupted constantly, because lenny thinks that doesnt make sense and johns hungry and sean thinks theyre hot and tilly cant decide if she wants some of the blanket or not and micah’s just walked in and decided the whole ordeal is very gay etc etc

-STREET RACING. sean, lenny, arthur, john, javier, karen, sadie, even abigail all love it, and it miiiight just be one of hosea’s guilty pleasures.

-leopold strauss does not like dutch’s music. imagine, theyre coming back from a job and he rides with dutch and hosea, who plays ‘old classics’ because dutch thinks thats what theyre into. cut to strauss staring longingly out of the window, watching arthurs car with the roof down and pitbull up. he is a very unhappy old man in that moment. he does NOT WANT to listen to big iron, HE WANTS TIMBER!!

-booktok is lenny’s biggest opp. he likes the classics and to wander around bookshops (sean trailing behind him and picking up random books on weeds and fitness to offer him because he doesnt actually know what theyre about) looking for his own books to read and get his own opinion on.

-sean can read, but does struggle with dyslexia and still dislikes books for this reason. he doesnt mind being read too, but feels overwhelmed and gets upset with himself when actually attempting to read.

-mary-beth loves to watch tv in her room only to fall asleep with it on, causing susan to poke her head around the door and yell at her to turn it off at like 3am. but trust me, the girls seen everything. every dating show, reality show, drama, documentary, she has seen it! she also has teddys/stuffed animals!!

-john never grew out of enjoying sleepovers, but thankfully neither did javier. they’d always get drunk and high together, do dumb shit, snuggle only to deny they did in the morning, and get yelled at to shut up. of course, john’d eventually get to have a sleepover every night with abigail, but he feels like its just not the same…

-charles WILL go to sleep in your car and you cant stop him. arthur finds it cute tho.

-the cupboards do not have snacks because everyone is too possessive over what they want and just keep it in their rooms.

-a lot of the time only a few people are having stew, since the rest are off getting fast food or just not eating.

-sean misses ireland so much, homesickness is a big problem for him (to the point he may actually be sick from upsetting himself so much) and he wishes him and his da never had to leave donegal. though obviously he struggles with booking flights and decides to just not do it instead of asking for help. for a perfect birthday present, lenny booked a trip for them!!

-seans da is not dead!! though he lives quite far from where the gang are staying (different state, not back in ireland) and sean misses him more than he likes to admit. the little irishboy loves to sit in his da’s house with a cup of tea, stealing all the biscuits and yapping on. he used to like to bring lenny too, when they were closer (in distance, not relationship)and his da decided he liked lenny more than sean, joking ofc.

[zagreus-eats-your-bread]

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I'm sick and tired of the lack of nuance on this website! Having a dream about your mate where he's naked and your butts touch and generally thinking about having sex with him all the time does not make you queer!!

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My weed guy: this one is called Dust, youll be zonked out of your gourd

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[jeansplaytoy]

Complaining - Ony. 2

<<part one part three>>

you and ony broke up two weeks ago because he cheated on you.

language, ymir bein a lil lesbian stud :), sexual references, mentions of cheating.

“y/n? oh, cheated on her.”

“ony? that nigga a lame.”

that’s the way you talked about each other. did you mean it? kind of… sometimes. but other times you just wanted to know why he did what he did, like what other bitch could be any better than you?

and him on the other hand, deep down, he wished you would get with another nigga. you can flirt, talk, do anything you wanted, but he knew the minute you got into a relationship, it was gonna be over by the end of the week.

or that’s what normally happened.

you’d end things right then and there with ony and he’d end up back with you two seconds later. you don’t know if it was because he was manipulating or gaslighting you, or if it was just because you were too dumb to realize that the same things were gonna keep happening, and there was no way you were gonna just end it like that.

but apparently, he had a new girlfriend. and you had no one.

that wasn’t a bad thing though, not in your mind. because at the end of the day, he wouldn’t find anyone else better than you.

“look at they miserable asses. acting like they the power couple of the century.” you mumbled while sitting beside mikasa with your feet hanging in the pool. mikasa pulled her shades up and raised her eyebrows. “girl they look so fucking stupid.” she whispered and looked at you. “you really think he hitting that poor shit every night?” she frowned.

“i don’t know but her shit ain’t wetter than mines.” you grinned a little at your own joke. mikasa laughed. “he really got with the girl he cheated on you with. what dumbass boy does that shit?” she shook her head.

“one named ony. i bet she think she got one up on me the way she be giving me stares and shit.” you said, looking back into the pool where everyone splashed and swam.

“oh yeah she definitely don’t like yo ass.” mikasa said, softly kicking her feel in the blue, glowing water. “but at the same time, who the fuck cares?” she laughed with you.

it was obvious ony talked about you to her, the way she would post on her instagram stories about how ‘i’m better than his last😘’ and ‘feel bad for who he dated before me, this mf really fun.’ not to mention the way she talked about you when you went through those messages two weeks ago. you should’ve found her ass at that exact moment.

but with some help from ya home girl, ymir, you found her insta real quick. turns out she was already following you, you just ain’t follow her back.

you stood up, tapping mikasas shoulder. “i wanna smoke some weed.” you said. mikasa nodded and followed you inside the house. “where is this woman?” you squinted while trying to make your way through everyone. you went over to the second living room of the house and saw ymir, slouched on the couch, with a freshly rolled joint in her hand.

you smiled, grabbing mikasas hand and leading her over. “there go yo man.” you smiled while pointing at jean. mikasa rolled her eyes and walked over to the couch across from the one you were gonna sit at, to sit beside jean.

“heyyy ymir.” you nudged ymir’s head a little before sitting on her lap. she wore a black shirt with grey sweatpants, eyes traveling down your body before she looked back up at you.

“y/n, i just rolled this shit.” she said. you held your index and thumb finger up, waiting for her to pass the blunt to you. and she did. “and why you always sitting on me?” she frowned, sitting up a little. “cus you gay as hell, and i am too.” you joked, taking a hit of her blunt and exhaling.

you and ymir didn’t completely have feelings for each other, not literally. but you’d flirt with her from time to time just as she did with you. it was really a normal thing for you to be all up on her anywhere you went, unless you were in a relationship, she’d have to keep her hands off of you because she didn’t wanna have to beat a boys ass just because she was touchy with you. it was just a fun little thing you did.

but she put her hand around your waist, moving you off of her lap and beside her instead, keeping her hand where it was.

“you and ony talkin again?” she asked, waiting for you to pass her back what she rolled up. “hell no, cus he got a girlfriend.” you said. “say on god.” connie said from behind you with a towel hanging off his shoulder. “i don’t put things on god connie. you his bestfriend, i thought you knew.” you said, giving ymir her blunt back.

“he ain’t tell me shit.” connie shook his head, drinking from a cup he had. “bro why y’all gotta be so gay all the time?” jean squinted at you and ymir. “it ain’t like we actually like each other jean. we just be playing.” you mumbled, adjusting your bikini a little.

“we gon move on from the fact that he got wit’ another girl right after y’all broke up?” ymir said while staring at her phone that was practically in your lap, because her arm was still around you.

“naw, it’s good. he can keep that girl.” you laughed a little while shaking your head. “what girl?” eren frowned, walking up to the group. to your surprise, ony wasn’t too far behind him. when eren looked at you, he glanced back at them before making an ‘o’ with his lips. “ohhh.” he whispered before sitting down.

“hey.” onys girlfriend waved at everyone. almost everyone stared at her except for connie and jean who thought it would at least be polite.

“you his girlfriend?” connie frowned and tilted his head a little. “onys? yeah.” she smiled and nodded. connie hummed and nodded. “that’s cool, thats cool.” he mumbled, clearing his throat before looking at jean.

you could tell jean wanted to laugh, which made you, mikasa, and ymir wanna laugh. but you being you, slipped up a little, letting out a soft chuckle.

the girl looked at you with raised eyebrows and resting eyes. “hm?” she hummed in question. you looked at her. “what? oh, nothing.” you said before looking at ony who stared at you. you could tell he was pissed off at the way you were acting already, but he faintly laughed before sitting his girlfriend down.

“i’ll be back, left sum upstairs earlier.”

you knew he was lying like a bitch. that’s why you waited about three minutes after he left to act like you had to pee.

you made your way upstairs, glancing back to gain an odd stare from his girlfriend. you stared back before walking through the second floor, finding where he went.

opening every unlocked door, regretting some of them before you finally found him, with another girl. “damn, and you got a whole female downstairs that she don’t even know about.” you said while standing by the doorway. he pushed the girl off of his lap and led her towards the door.

“hold up.” he mumbled to her before dragging you in the room. you stopped and looked back at him with a frown.

“what the fuck is wrong wit’cho ass?” he squinted while closing the door. “what’s wrong wit me, nigga what’s wrong wit you? yo ass brought this random bitch around the group and don’t nobody like her.” you pointed towards the door to signal that you were talking exactly about his new girl.

“nah, ain’t nobody got a problem with nothing but you.” ony frowned at you.

“maybe if you kept yo eyes off of me so much, you’d see the way the rest of the group was looking at her. now ion know what you thought you did when you went to her and cheated on me, but nigga you downgraded. hella bad.” you said before pushing past him and making your way out the door.

ony stared at you as you left, eyes forcing themselves down your body. holding his stare on the way your thighs and ass moved when you walked, he rolled his eyes, dragging his hands down his face.

“fuckkk.” he whispered.

this was so lame 🙄🙄🙄 anyways i hope u liked it, posted it early just for u!

[foolondahill17]

Dean Winchester’s half-way house for orphaned half-monsters (and humans)

Do you like Dean and kids? Have you been itching for a Dean-collects-all-the-strays fic? Well, have I got the story for you! It starts with a simple enough premise: what if Dean and Sam brought Bobby John to Lisa instead of Samuel? From there, it spirals outward into a complete series overhaul: Saving people, fixing things, the fanfic business.

The plots of seasons 6-15 crest and break, and all along, Dean sweeps up every possible kid, adult, and monster that washes on his shore, eventually turning the Bunker into a safehouse for anyone displaced by things that go bump in the night.

Despite its fluffy premise, this is not a fluffy fic. There’s angst aplenty and trauma by the truckload. I don’t shy away from the seasons’ various events, and the “collecting kids” part of the story sometimes takes a backseat to the true heart of the story: healing from generational trauma and carving out your own piece of, well, peace.

Some things you might look forward to:

Road trips

Bobby putting the fear of God in anyone who messes with children

Dean and Cas circling each other like love-sick vultures

Sam smoking weed

Charlie (alive!) being the best gay aunt ever

Dean calling Benny “Cas” during sex

Baby!Amara, Baby!Jack, all the babies! All the kiddos! All the chaos!

Make sure you check the story-wide and chapter-specific trigger warnings. Please feel free to message me if you have any questions.

I can’t wait for y’all to read it. It’s truly been a labor of love over the past two and a half years. And thank you to all who’ve followed along from the start or are just finding it now!

Tag list:

@angelsdean

@scoobydoodean

@whatseriously

@deanwinchesterwebsite

@imperfectlynatural

@em-bitterred

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@hellerstiel

[notmorbid]

greta & valdin.

dialogue prompts from greta & valdin by rebecca k. reilly.

you can fuck right off.

i don't like reading about people being in love with each other.

maybe, in retrospect, that should have been a red flag.

no one wants to go to work. you just have to.

sometimes i think i can gain control by doing everything right.

no one wants to hear your sob story.

i better now that you're here.

what are you doing here? has something terrible happened?

you'd hate it if i died.

i want to live vicariously through your drama.

sorry you had to come and rescue me.

i know it's weird. it's best not to think about it much.

thank you for being my friend. even when i was terrible.

there are pockets of time where nobody likes to talk about what happened.

i'm good now. better than i've ever been.

have you always been like this?

do you ever feel like you've done wrong by your kids?

you know who you look like?

my only advice is to marry rich and don't get trapped in a shithole.

what did you do while i was gone?

what did you do while you were away?

now i just live my life and try not to die. people seem amused enough.

i don't hate you. i'm in love with you.

well, it's my story. you asked for it.

you're never embarrassed.

i'm going to be focused on my career. like a woman in a 1990s movie.

would you like to hear my speech? i think i still remember it.

we're all strange, emotional people here.

you don't want any weed, do you?

i know you only listen to sad men prancing around in singlets.

being gay used to be fun. and illegal. and dangerous.

did you ever have a dream of what your life would turn out like?

your generation knows better than to have dreams.

have you been in love before?

some things we talk about all the time, and other things we don't talk about it at all.

i don't like to publicly announce my feelings.

thank you for talking to me.

are your parents together? what's your mom like?

what's your favorite ____ song?

could you stop sassing me for a second and listen to my story?

my vibe hasn't matched anyone else's all day.

you never seem nervous about anything.

everyone should be allowed to have secrets.

what was it like meeting my parents?

i have no idea what you like anymore.

you've become a sad portrait of masculinity.

you should write a book about flirting.

i would have loved you, anyway.

how much does love really matter in this economy?

i feel very far away from everything.

you have no idea how much people love you.

i shouldn't have thought those things about you.

people have all sorts of different reactions to their circumstances.

since when do you ever tell anyone how you really feel?

i just want to be happy. maybe see some things i haven't seen before.

you can talk to me about anything, any time. i won't judge you.

sometimes things happen and you just have to go with them.

do you think i'd be a good parent?

i have to tell you something before anyone else does.

sometimes you don't have to tell people everything. you just have to trust them.

sometimes people give me too much leeway just because they're glad i'm not dead.

what's going on? do i need to call an underhanded coroner?

i just freaked out and started baking.

my life changed when i met you.

it's hard to do shots from a wine glass, it turns out.

how can you really know what anyone else is thinking?

when you love someone, you have to trust them.

there's something in our line of sight that we shouldn't be privy to.

i'm sorry i told you you're shit at driving.

i would always rather know than have you spare my feelings, even when it's hard.

you're not the bad person you think you are.

[cursed-elements-blog]

If you love Chunt so much give us all available chanter facts.

okie dokie!!! if i get any wrong, I'll delete my account (lying). im also not going to just do a full plot recap!! i will have to reference some plot points though so spoilers for Echo VN.

Chunty wunty was born in 1993 between Spring (probably March/April, i don't remember when his spring break was) and November 1st. He is a north american river otter! he was born and raised within Echo.

when he was a child, he was kind of an asshole! using carl's fear of ghosts to get access to carl's game consoles when he wanted to stay the night and frequently telling lies to get what he wants. Chase tells himself via his inner monologue that his dick is huge. on november 1st 2008, chase got caught jacking off to gay porn (fox and horse specifically) by his parents and then spent the rest of the day avoiding them. he got together with leo the day after that. Chase has arachnophobia. chase is bisexual but tells people he's gay cause he says that it is much easier to do that than to explain what bisexual is. at college he had one single edible and had a terrible intense trip lmao man CANNOT handle weed.

Chunt and Jenna thought it would be funny to pull a prank on Leo, this ended up with Chase breaking up with Leo. he suffers from sleep paralysis, hallucinations, and dissociation because sam-entity is possessing him. he has a somewhat artificial interest in journalism and photography and only really chose that field because Jenna suggested it to him when she told him to try to leave Echo. speaking of Jenna, Chaunter drove her out of Echo and to Payton to escape her abusive family.

after chase broke up with Leo and went off to college, he would still send Leo a bunch of sexually charged messages telling him how he missed Leo when drunk. he's such a messy bitch (affectionate). Chase and Carl used to be roommates in college before Carl dropped out. then Chase roomed with a rabbit and then Vincent. he was a very average student. chase used to have an anchor bracelet that he and Leo wore to symbolize their relationship* *yo i fucking cried when writing this sentence. that got me so emotional holy shit.

this is long so here is a break. more under the cut :3

he stopped wearing the bracelet during college. Chase drowned Sydney because he felt as if Sydney would eventually kill TJ. he then subconsciously suppressed this memory. he used to see a psychiatrist and take meds because he saw a body hanging in the woods shortly after Sydney's death.

Chase has a noticeable but not apparent gay accent. like that valley girl twang. stereotypical gay voice. he has said "haaii" he has said "hey, bee-otch" and he has said "hiiiiiiii~". when he and Leo first got together, they ended up sort of neglecting their other friends. Chase only was available to drive Jenna to Payton because he and Leo were fighting and thus not speaking to each other.

once TJ asked Chase how he knew he was into men, and Chase told him to go to a porn website. Chase loves to swim! he also stinks. Chase's musk actually apparently turns people off, especially on dating sites. speaking of, Chase is on Predatr, a dating app (parody of grindr)

Chase's mom calls his arachnophobia "his little spider problem". chase used to think he was strictly gay but realized that wasn't quite right sometime during his late teens/early 20s. CHase doesn't finish his school project in time in a vast majority of the routes. Chase, Jenna, and Leo used to play platformers together before Leo could really understand english, "double jump that sucker" became a in-joke between the three. the two of them helped Leo learn english.

in Flynn's route, Chase has exactly one good and successful publication before his journalism career goes downhill. he is 26 when he meets Devon and Cameron in Echo. in leo's route Chase is 22/23 when he visits with his boyfriend Kudzu. Chase's whereabouts after TJ's route is unknown! terrifying given how that route ended!

Chase has a body count of 2, killing Sydney and Flynn (only in TJ's route). In Carl's route, Chase once again rooms with Carl in college. Chase is a fucking kinkshamer. Chase tends to assume all christians are homophobic and subtly had behaved rudely to TJ and his family because of this despite their love of him.

when he was 15 he put a fucking gay dating ad seeking a "friend/mentor" while pretending his was 18 by taking a photo of him on a roller coaster and blurring out the face. this plan did not work and he was banned from the sight. probably has a small bladder cause he needs to piss a lot!

Chase went through an emo phase where he frosted his hair tips. god i wish we saw that. Chase thought his little goatee would grow into a full beard. it did not. Chase Hunter is my babygirl!! Chase and Leo went to TJ's christian party thing and spent the entire party making out in Leo's car. Chase bottomed for most of his relationship with Leo. Chase is 5'7. Chase once had Leo put his dick in a hotdog bun and was "shocked" at the result according to Leo. Chase is attending Pueblo University, can't believe i hadn't put that one down yet

Chase's legs are described as "stubby" and he isn't a great runner because of it. Chase doesn't like the idea of getting more help for his issues after having poor experiences with them as a kid. Chase used to get bullied sort of by Clint and Jeremy. Leo's family loved Chase when they were dating. Chase has a high amount of leg specific injuries across the entire vn.

Chase's original last name was going to be Cooper according to Howly. Chase is the first ECHO PROJECT PROTAGONIST!!!! BABYGIRL MADE HISTORY!!!!

im ending it there cause i have work in the morning :/

part 2 maybe ;3

[aropride]

when i was in high school i had a ridiculously huge crush on my best friend in the homoerotic high school best friend way and sometimes he would let me wear his hoodies and they always had a distinct scent and i didnt know what it was but it was comforting bc it reminded me of him blah blah gay shit whatever. well im older and wiser now and well guys. it was weed. it was fucking weed. and now whenever i smell weed im pavloved into thinking about the guy i wanted to make out with when i was 15. u pass me the joint and i turn into a fruit. embarrassing

[vncannyvalleygrrl]

Stuck In The Closet (Birchum x Karponzi)

(disclaimer: i do not support the show, the daily wire, or conservative ideology)

includes: smut (mdni), semi public sex, trans mr.birchum, internalized homophobia, implied/ref cheating, vaginal fingering, (rough) oral sex, hate sex, barely any plot. homophobia but it's like super not serious.

He couldn't believe this.

He really couldn't fucking believe this.

Mr.Birchum decided to stay late after school had finished for the day to clean up his woodworking shop. Normally he would let the janitors do it for him, but he knew they would just tamper with the saws and smoke weed in his classroom like the woke brain-rotted babies they were.

He walked over to the closet by the end of the room, letting the door close behind him as he searched for a broom and a dustpan. He froze as he heard a *click* behind him. Grabbing the door handle, he quickly tried to open the door, but to no avail. His hand went to pat his pockets for his keys, a certain dread filling him as he felt nothing within them.

He was stuck in the closet. Shit.

This was just what he needed. After a long day of irritating students being on their phone, recording TikToks in the middle of class, and dealing with his mortal enemy -Mr-Fucking-Karponzi - and his woke bullshit, this is what he needed. To be stuck. In the closet.

'Isn't this what the kids call a 'gay joke'? I am NOT a gay joke! I-I mean.. I'm not gay.' Birchum cringed at his homoerotic invasive thoughts. Even the idea of him kissing another man made his stomach feel tingly, nauseous, nervous, all at once.

Something outside the closet had interrupted his stream of thoughts. Footsteps on the linoleum floor. Someone was coming! He wasn't sure if he should be happy someone was coming to free him, or if he should be ashamed that he needed the help of someone else.

He heard the doorknob turn, and...

Oh. It's him.

Mister. Fucking. Karponzi.

"Mr.Birchum? What are you doing in here?" His voice rang through the closet, like nails on a chalkboard to Birchum. He could feel his face grimace at the sight of him.

"Just... getting a broom. Now get out of my way." He grabbed the nearest thing he could see, a screwdriver, and pushed Karponzi away from him, about to step out, before Karponzi held an arm up.

"Oh no sir. Students have been coming to me saying that you won't let them be on their phones during class? Is this true?"

Birchum wasn't even paying attention to whatever the hell Karponzi was spewing on about, he was more focused on the door shutting and locking behind him.

He couldn't believe this. Now they were both in the closet.

"Oh, damn you!" Birchum felt his fists ball up with anger, his voice booming in the small closet. "The door locks automatically you woke dipshit!"

Karponzi gasped, clutching his pearls.

"Excuse you?! I came in here to inform you of your toxic teaching patterns, and you call me that?!?" Karponzi's voice was much more shrill than Birchum's, his brows furrowing. "I would rather you just call me a slur, Mr.Bigot-chum!"

"Are you telling me to?" Birchum rolled his eyes. "Snowflake..."

"I cannot believe you sometimes. It's amazing how immature you are." Karponzi groaned. The closet was so small, the two were practically pressed together chest-to-chest. Birchum would feel Karponzi's breath on his shirt. The feeling of closeness made his stomach churn. The air around them felt hot as they argued.

"Oh, I'm immature? Just because I don't want to be- infected by your gayness?"

Karponzi shot him a look behind his fogged-up glasses.

"Gayness?! Is that what you think of me? Infected like some kind of animal?!" His voice cracked.

"In fact, I do!" Birchum shouted back. Where the hell are the other teachers?

"That's not what your students have been saying, mister!"

"Do you seriously believe those cockroaches? They're teenagers, of course they're going to say that about me!" Birchum pressed himself against Karponzi to intimidate him, to make him step off, but it only made the bugs in his stomach flutter more. He felt his body heat up, his cheeks tinting pink. Shit.

Karponzi's jaw fell open as Birchum pressed himself tightly against him. The sight of Karponzi, a man Birchum despised for seemingly years now, looking up at him through foggy, askew glasses, face beet red... this was doing it for him. Better than anything his wife ever did for him.

Birchum let out a restrained sigh. The nerves in his body were going haywire, his blood seemingly rushing south. He laid his clenched hand next to Karponzi's head, pinning him against the closet door.

"I... I am not a gay. Get that through your head." He muttered in a deep, rough tone, his nose mere inches away from Karpozi's. As they stared into each others eyes, one full of malice and the other full of fear, Karponzi gulped to himself.

He always kind of had a thing for Birchum and he always hated himself for it. After they argued over the next dumb thing the school was doing, yelling in each other's faces, he would run to the bathroom to fuck his own hand, claps resonating through the walls as his hand smacks against his tightly held cock.

He really didn't want to think about that right now. Especially with Birchum right in his face, breathing angrily against his ginger beard. Domineering was the first word to come to his mind. The next word was erotic.

Slowly, Karponzi raised his hands and laid them on Birchum's bulky shoulders. Birchum's heart skipped a beat in his chest, his brown eyes widening. With a nervous sigh, Karponzi replied.

"... I'm sorry, but... do I have your consent to kiss you?"

His words fell out in a whisper, though Birchum heard it easily. His stomach turned into a knot, his boxers soaked with his own arousal. Neither could take the building tension anymore.

Birchum moved the hand next to Karponzi and laid it on his cheek, quickly moving into position. Their lips met, the two started to come undone faster than either expected. As their tongues danced against one another, facial hair moistening with saliva, Birchum was already unbuttoning his red shirt, the scent of sweat and masculine odors stuck to the fabric. Karponzi's hand put itself on his nude, hairy chest, fingers gently caressing over the scars beneath his chubby pecs.

Birchum closed his eyes tight, groaning in his lover's mouth as Karponzi's hands made his way across his chest, groping and kneading his firm tits.

The air around the two as they fondled and explored their bodies was hot, filled with the aroma of androsterone and sex. Birchum's mind was numb, yet brimming with word vomit. He was trying to do anything to convince himself he wasn't gay, that he was a faithful conservative man...

But damn this felt good.

Karponzi left the kiss first, bending down in front of Birchum. He puckered up his lips, planting kisses down Birchum's sternum, his lips being tickled by chest hair. One hand stayed on his breast, grasping desperately, the other slithering down his waist.

"Do I have your consent to-"

"Just fucking do it, Karponzi." Birchum cut him off, his body shuddering as his coworker toyed with his man melons.

Birchum went and undid his belt buckle, haphazardly dropping it to the floor and pushing his trousers down to his ankles. Karponzi quickly kneeled down in front of him, gazing up at Birchum's soaked boxers. His mouth watered.

Birchum felt like he was going mad! This isn't right, he has a wife and kids! Sure, he was a trans man, but at least he's not a gay. His body seemed to act separately from his brain, thinking with his throbbing T-dick.

Karponzi couldn't help but to smirk behind his steamed-up glasses, pushing the hair that had fell from his manbun out of his face. His fingers ran over the wet spot, slick with Birchum's arousal, toying with his clit.

A whine vibrated through Birchum's throat, his hands came up to hide his blushing face. He peeked through his fingers as he felt the boxers slowly being pulled down to his knees.

Karponzi's finger slid between Birchum's cunt with ease, feeling more like a slip-n-slide than an organ. Birchum shivered at the feeling, his wife never touched him like this. He's pretty sure she was a useless lesbian anyway.

"Someone's excited." Karponzi giggled to himself, his digit retreated from Birchum's sopping boy pussy.

"Shut the hell up..." Birchum gritted his teeth, staring down at him with an anger filled glare. Karponzi only replied with a humph, leaning forward to slide his tongue between Birchum's folds.

Birchum's bulky thighs tightened around Karponzi's head, one of his hands leaving his mouth to reside on his manbun, holding onto it with a vice grip. He always dreamed of cutting off his stupid ponytail just to watch him cry, but now he was using it as a bike handle, Karponzi's face as the seat.

The closet was full of groans and the lewd sound of squelches as Karponzi ate Birchum out. Birchum was feverishly bucking his clit into his partners mouth, needy to burst the dam building in his stomach. Karponzi didn't hold him back from humping his face, his beard damp with Birchum's juices got him harder than anything else he's ever jacked off to. He slid his hand between his thighs, stuffing his index finger in lovers warm, plush insides.

"Ohh, fuck.." Birchum's eyes fell to the back of his head, his hips rolling in sync with the quick pumps of Karonzi's digit. His breath was harsh and hot, sweat beading down his flesh. He swore he was seeing stars as he felt a second one enter.

His climax arrived like a tsunami, both of his hands tightly grasped on Karponzi's head, tugging at his hair in balled fists. Karponzi slowed down his movements, his tongue pressed flush against his abused T-dick. His fingers curled inside of Birchum's pussy, letting him ride out his orgasm. He slid them out with a slick pop.

The two didn't say anything to each other, both too tired and embarrassed to talk about anything. They sat down on the floor, Birchum's chest heaving and mouth agape. The reality of the situation slowly hit him, a heavy weight on his chest.

He just face fucked the man he despised, and he was still stuck in the closet.

Birchum looked over to Karponzi, who was busy licking his lips. Birchum cringed at the sight. With a hoarse voice, Birchum was the first to break the silence.

"I can't believe this. I'm still trapped in the closet and there's no way out. Do you have your keys?"

"I'm also stuck in here with you. We're in this together." Karponzi smiled at him, sliding his hand next to Birchum's. Birchum reluctantly intertwined his fingers with his, feeling a strange twinge in his chest.

"... That's sweet and all... but I don't want to be here much longer."

[nervous-breakdance]

Party Monster: South Park x Club Kid RP

"It certainly let a whole generation of teenagers see homos and weirdos and sickos up close and personal, in all their majesty and splendor. And they learned that, often, the very same kids they pick on in high school are the ones holding the drinks tickets, the drugs, and the guest list at the coolest club..."

OCs are welcome for now (clubs need bodies after all!) Nothing written here for the characters is set in stone, they're just jumping off points/random ideas. If you wanna make up your own thing, go for it! If there's a character you want that's not listed, dm me or hop in the discord and take them! Much like everyone at Limelight, we're all just here to get fucked up and have a good time. (DISCORD LINK!)

The Limelight Club

Owned by Tolkien

Managed by Butters

Scott is a Bouncer

Clyde is DJ & Party promoter

Downstairs:  dancefloor, 2 bars, stage, Cartman DJ (Eric sells drugs while he DJs)

Upstairs: Dancefloor, 3 bars, VIP area, Clyde DJ

3rd Floor: Tolkien’s office, Butters office. Stairs to 3rd floor are located in VIP

Characters (Available/Unavailable):

Stan

Alcoholic

Openly bisexual, fucks anyone for just a little bit of intimacy

Plays gigs with his band at the club sometimes

Jealous of whoever is with Kyle that's not him

Absolutely burned down the farm or tried to

Kenny 

Comes back after a long absence, everything is different.

Tries to help Kyle & Stan

Finds out he can absorb weak versions of Old God powers and might be able to turn back time and fix this shit.

Openly bisexual

Kyle

In debt to Cartman, owes a lot of money

For Adderall, got into it for school and got hooked

webcam/onlyfans model/actor?

Probably has an eating disorder

Cartman

Was the cause of all the calamity

Mom married some guy who owns a chain of pharmacies, and he got a line on all the good drugs. Slowly got everyone hooked on something they needed.

On Kyle’s ass about what he owes.

DJs at Limelight opposite Clyde. Likes being the center of attention + it’s a good place to sell drugs.

Uses oxy to control Heidi

Craig & Tweek

Craig sells weed, coke & mdma (the only things Cartman can’t get)

MDMA helps Tweek's anxiety a bit (also it’s mdma the sex is good lol)

Got super into gay culture, poppers, circuit parties the whole 9 yards.

Tolkien

Owns The Limelight club

Totally gets coke from Craig, in exchange Craig can sell coke/mdma in the club

Butters

Manages the club

Pimping again? Moves his girls through the club?

Call him Pimp B? (homage to Pimp C rofl)

Closet bi?

Clyde

DJ & party promoter

Wendy & Nichole & Heidi & Bebe

Got into Adderall same way as Kyle, became a total party girls

Also super into coke

Sometimes fuck buddies (in any configuration)

[jessij1997]

37🫣🫣🫣

Hope you enjoy my writing 😁 so # 37 "I would love to bend you over the counter."

It always was like a hurricane in Ians stomach when Mickey entered the Kash and Grab and takes what he wants. His thoughts spinned around the older boy and pictures of a naked back, a twitching, leaking cock and pink lips fleshed behind his inner eye. He might was the dirtiest white boy in America but Ian was fucking obsessed with his thug attitude, the chuckle tattoos and his impatience when Ian teased him with his cock on his hole.

Things changed a bit when Mickey finally kissed Ian in the middle of the day in the wrecked van the first time. Mickey was the same shit talking thug but Ian was a bit more in love since this day. They didn't kiss often, especially not in broad daylight, but when they did it was like a storm in Ian's chest. And sometimes he thought he suspected that Mick felt the same way Ian did.

When Mickey invited him to the sleepover when they put the cans of tomato soup in the shelfs at the Kash’n’Grab, he couldn't help himself and smiled. Almost grinned and knewed Mickey has to feel the same way he did. Why the fuck should Mickey Milkovich invite him to his house when he didn't like him more than a fuckbuddy?

Once the Van Damme movie was over and the pizza rolls were eaten they shared another joint and chit-chating about Mandy and Lip. After a few minutes the silence takes the upper hand. The joint was smoked and beer and chips were shared. They sat in awkward silence untill Mickey spoke.

"You finally get on me Gallagher?" Mickey suppressed his nervousness but Ian saw it. He always saw right through him.

"Maybe" he smirked. The weed made him become braver.

"What do you mean with 'maybe'?"

"I mean maybe I didn't get on you. But maybe you get on me instead, Milkovich." Ian smiled and patted with his hand on his thigh. The secret fantasy of Mickey rides his cock was there for a few months. But only when he was high like this, he was brave enough to ask the dumb questions.

"No. This is gay as fuck. I don't think I'm this gay." Mickey didn't looked at him. Ian smirked wider when he leaned forward to Mickeys ear.

"Do you have another suggestion, Mick?" His hot breath met his ear and the short hair above it. Mickey closed his eyes for a second. Admits the building tension between them two. Bit his bottom lip.

"You could bend me over the kitchen counter." He whispered uncertain.

Ian stood up, walked around the sofa and leaned down to Mickeys other ear.

"I would love to bend you over the counter. You're coming finally?" He went to the kitchen while he removed his shirt and shorts. He didn't have to told Mickey twice.

When they were in the kitchen and Mickey was on his knees, Ians cock infront of him, the rosy cheeks and the lips stretched around his cock it was fucking beautiful. Mickey was fucking beautiful when he rock his head for and back. Ian admits to himself he never wants another guy to blow him. He only wants Mickey.

"Come here" He begged and helped Mickey onto his feet.

Ian seized the opportunity and grabbed Mickey by his neck. Be pressed his lips on his and let his tongue slip in. It was a earth shattering feeling to kiss mickey like this and Ian grabbed the counter behind Mickey so he could hide his tembling hands. He needs him. Now.

He grabbed his waist and turned him around, bend him over the counter, spit in his hand and prepared him fast with two fingers. He knew Mickey liked it rough but Ian didn't want to hurt him. One hand in Mickeys neck held him down on the cold counter, the other hand spreads his cheeks and lined himself up. It was like he has the full control over Mickeys body. When he was full in him and the pain in Mickeys expression faded he thrusts slowly. His hand didn't held him down anymore but stroked over his back, his spine, up to his shoulders, to his bizeps. Mickeys eyes were closed, his breath heavy. He enjoyed it. Ian saw it. And it drives him crazy.

Without pulling out he lifted Mickeys body from the counter, so his back was pressed to his chest and he could whisper in his ear. He was brave and pushed his luck.

"Want to try something,"

"What?" Mickey breathed and Ian smiled, stopped his motion, pulled out and turned Mickey around.

"Want to fuck you in your bed."

Mickey barely nods and went to his bedroom. He kneeled on all four but Ian flipped him onto his back.

"Want to see you, Mick."

"Why?" Mickey furrowed but gasped when Ian entered again. Pressed deep inside him, stopped and replied. "I want to make love to you."

Because that's what it was. He never said those word. And he couldn't imagine Mickey did. But both know it. Both know they love each other.

"Do it then, sappy fucker" Mickey smiled and pulled him closer to kiss him while Ian thrusts in and out, makes love to Mickey.

The last time for both before their little world collapsed.

Give me another prompt.

[switchbladedreamz]

Sharing is Caring, Harrington

Pairing: Steddie x reader smut

Summary: Steve is jealous you're tutoring Eddie for summer college courses, deep down does he feel more for the metalhead?

Requested? Nah I'm on a writing high from TTP

Warnings: 🔞light smut, established relationship with Steve and Reader, college au, slapping (once), mommy and daddy kink, blowjob, gay, straight, use of pet names and dom/sub themes.

I don't remember when I started this but heyy I just finished finals so I'll have some time to crank out some fic this summer🥳

Minors dni

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"I just don't get why you have to tutor him is all I'm sayin, babe" "and I don't get why you have a problem with it, didn't you save his life last summer or something? Look it's the summer before his freshman year of college and he needs help what's the big deal?" I had signed on to be a tutor at the local community college's summer classes. Lo and behold Eddie Munson. Munson was among a crowd of mixed in students from other towns and sometimes a state over, taking summer classes Hawkins Community College; go Tigers!

"Babe if you're afraid of the sexual tension between Eddie and I and us being the only hot goth and only hot metalhead in a 50 mile radius then I guess you better come with and make sure we don't fuck on a pile of Iron Maiden cassettes." I bite back, the snark leaving my voice when Steve's pupils went black. I smirked. "You little horndog! You're just upset because you want to watch us fuck, don't you!?" I accuse. The silence pregnant with tension between us. "Get in the fucking car, Harrington". I sigh exasperated, if only he came to me with this instead of bitching about it for a week then finally letting the truth out. "are you mad at me?" Steve asked, his lanky posture suddenly small in the passenger seat. Taken aback by Steve's more submissive side showing, I'm sure to be extra soft. "No baby, not at all. Look at me." I smile as his eyes reach mine. "I just wish that you would've come to me with your thoughts in lieu of complaining for a week straight. But no need to dwell on it now, it's fixed and over with and we're headed to the Munson's". A goofy smile overtook the sad smile that was on his face.

Tears for Fears played softly as we pulled into the gravel driveway connected to all the other driveways. I parked my hearse next to Munson's van, the neighbors that were outside on the nice sunny day were glaring daggers. Conformists, what're you gonna do. Walking up the steps, Metallica could be heard and it was drownibg out the knocks. Or so I thought, a minute later and smoke is spilling through the door as it's ripped open. A shirtless, dripping Eddie ushers us inside. It's then we see only a towel is around his waist "Welcome, kind of caught me at an awkeard moment here. I don't usually let people see me without my hair done" he jokes. He clears his throat as i alone laugh. Eddie turns to leave- "wait!" Steve interrupts. His face is beet red, he's been thinking about it. "We-uhm. Well. Oh. Huh. We, (Y/n/n) and I, we were. We- ya see we had-" "Good God spit it out Harrington it's freezing in here" Eddie complains, his nipples hard. I lick my lips. His eyes flit between us, wordlessly he spins around and motions with two fingers in a "come hither" fashion to beckon us after him. Steve gulps then looks to me for permission, poor thing is nervous. I lace our fingers together and take the lead as usual.

"sit at the top of the bed Harrington." Eddie offers to him, gesturing. Resecuring his towel, his leans over his music collection and picks an album. Then his rolling tray, his grinder, lunchbox he keeps his weed in, and finally his papers. Sitting on his bed, Steve watched his skilled fingers as he rolls two joints. "How'd you learn to do that anyway?" Steve asked. "My friend Rick, Refer Rick. Taught me everything I know, of course I have picked stuff up from JV before too." "Junior Varsity?" Steve asks, eyebrows knotted in confusion. "juvie" I whisper to him. Eddie just chuckles, "damn all the blood rush from your head to your dick Harrington? I didn't take you for an airhead" the metalhead teases. "Edds play nice or we'll leave." I warn, no serious inflection in my tone. The boys know by now when to listen.

"lick it for me" Eddie's outstretched arm in front of me, offering the soon-to-be joint to Steve's lips sideways. "w-what? Yeah sure". Unsure of his actions, he grabs the two ends, pink tongue coming between his soft lips to activate the glue. "Good boy" Eddie whispers.

Steve watched intently when Eddie smokes. You'd think he'd never been high before. But I know. He's watching his lips, his fingers, when his tongue comes to lick his lips before taking a hit. Steve's watching Eddie's hand on my thigh too. Halfway through the joint, "so like...can I ask?" Eddie speaks, intentionally vague. "Hehehe ask what?" Steve giggles. "What's the deal between you two?". Shock settled over Steve's features, as if he never expected the question to be asked. "Well she's my girlfriend, I love her". "okay, hey that's great. No offense meant, really. I'm just...confused".

"Well what Steve and I have is special, what we do somehow brings us closer together. We don't have an open relationship, we just sleep with mutually agreed upon people.".

Eddie takes in the information, let's it swirl ariund then settle. "Can I ask who else you've slept with together?" He voice strained as he holds smoke in, passing the joint to me. "Billy Hargrove, Chief Hopper, Robyn, well that was just me but Steve watched, you last summer at camp Steve watched from the treeline.". Steve shifts on the bed at the mention of past lovers, he's been oddly silent. "I knew I heard something. Why me again?" "Truth be told, I think Steve might have a crush on you Edds" I giggle like a school girl. "all week he's been complaining about me tutoring you for the summer but the truth is he wanted to have some fun.". Silence still from the third party, he's clutching to one of Eddie's pillows for dear life.

"Steve?" My hand rubs his arm, he lurches forward and I couldn't have been paid a million dollars to try to predict what happens next.

Steve kisses Eddie. I sit still. Shock, weed, and adrenaline running through me. The kiss is erotic in a way. Eddie pulls away, the pair panting for breath, "wow. okay..that just happened.". "I'm sorry" Steve rushes out to apologize. Before more anxiety can spill from him Eddie kisses him again, softer and less rushed this time. "What's your mommy dom think about all this?" Eddie whispers in Steve's ear. The latter whimpers and looks to me. I nod, giving him my permission. Eddie's hand on my thigh moves up and past the hem of my shorts, directly toward the button and zipper he undoes hastily. I get off the bed and strip completely, the pair of men following suite.

Eddie and Steve are inseparable, tongue and teeth clashing, hands a flying mess to grab onto the other. As if they're the only ones left on this planet and if they don't hold on they'll never find each other again. "Ed's please" Steve whimpers quietly as the boy's tongue is licking up his neck. Biting. Sucking. A sharp slap sounds through the small room and Eddie's head falls back, his bottom lip caught between his pearly whites. "You are so gonna pay for that Harrington. Get on your knees". Steve's eyes are wide, excitement and a tinge of fear for the unknown outcome. Steve slides off the bed, I throw a pillow to him for his knees.

Eddie pushes his hands through Steve's hair and guides him down. "You ever sucked cock before baby boy?" Ed chides condescendingly. I smirk, knowing. It's almost as if all the color drains from Eddie's face as Steve takes him all the way down his throat, nostrils being tickled by short brown curls. "Fuuuuuck". Steve swirls his tongue around Eddie's head, sucking as he pulls off with a pop and goes back down. "Oooh, oh fuck! Yes, baby" Eddie encourages Steve as one of his hands starts to massage Eddie's sack. Eddie pulls Steve's head off, panting. "Don't-" a strangled sigh leaves him "I don't want to finish just yet" Steve smiles proudly.

I lay at the head of the bed on my side, a watching position. Steve now lays beside me, an everbright wet smile gleaming on his wet face. The smile gets impossibly brighter and wider as Eddie straddles Steve's thighs. Eddie wraps his fingers around the other boy's wrists and pins them beside his head, his face mere inches from the other's. "You're going to listen to what mommy and daddy tell you to do aren't you baby boy?" Steve nods. "Good. You're given permission to speak freely. Now be a good boy and ask mommy to sit on your face." Steve's head lolls to the side, our eyes locking. "Actually, for right now I want to watch the two of you".

Eddie shrugs and rolls with it. I watch as their lips meet again. I trail my fingertips over my submissive's thigh lightly, the tickling sensation causing goosebumps to rise on the hairy flesh. Up, up, up, they wander. A small shudder escapes Stevie's lips as my fingertips graze along the biggest vein on his cock.

A devilish grin on Eddie's face as he walks to me on his knees. A choked moan comes from Steve as my hand gently strokes him. Within the moment Eddie's tongue is inside my throat with his left hand on the outside of my throat, applying small pressure. "Where's that naughty little bitch I remember?" Eddie's tone is full of arrogance and challenge. I smirk and slap him. His hand at my throat pushes my head down to the pillows while the other smooths the burning red handprint. Pulling me up halfway by my throat he kisses. "There she is.."

[hellyeahsickaf]

I know some of the disbelief from others with my disabilities is having GiRL iLLnEsSeS. Dudes don't get those things. Fibro and ME/CFS since you were a teenager? No that's something a 40 year old woman blogs about. Probably as a front to promote essential oils. You go to the doctors? What are you gay or something? (Yes but that is irrelevant)

I feel like the assumptions from others must be so different, as if the disorders I have aren't humiliating enough. Looks like someone's a little more intoxicated than he could handle. Looks like someone in the ER is drug seeking. Wow this guy is such a wimp, it can't be that bad

Doesn't help that I use weed and opioids for the symptoms- people will pin it on that especially because the reality of my disabilities is much more uncomfortable. I've had a family member dramatically sob because "oh my God if you weren't a pothead you could have a job and be productive. What has this substance turned you into?" Idk someone in a little less pain who can stomach a meal sometimes?

[mrsmarlasinger]

OH. I forgot to tell a story that I have already told everyone in my physical vicinity! The drama of it all.

So my on-and-off childhood sweetheart from age...like...eleven to twenty-something—okay, scratch that. We met for the first time when we were toddlers. So let's call him my on-and-off childhood sweetheart of basically twenty years. My first kiss, first love, so on and so forth.

You get the gist. I don't have to explain this to you.

Well, in August 2023, he pleads for me to take him back and asks something along the lines of "What would it take?"

🤨

Seriously.

Keep in mind, this is a return missionary of the Polite, Inoffensive Young Mormon Boy™ genre. My parents wanted desperately for me to marry him. (Sorry, Mom and Dad! It was never gonna work!)

This dude is a cishet who won't TECHNICALLY misgender your partner, but will refer to them exclusively by name to avoid using any pronouns whatsoever. He's a pull-yourself-up-by-your-bootstraps Republican. You wanna know how Roe v. Wade got overturned? Lol. Lmao, even.

Me? I'm a pierced, kinky, polyamorous, weed-smoking, whiskey-loving, goreno-watching, foul-mouthed, slutty-attired, dyke-sex-having

🏳️‍🌈🌈QUEER🌈🏳️‍🌈

Sin central. Remember when "hellmaxxing" was a word? I quaff fucking cough medicine to get high. Sometimes. Doesn't matter. Anyway.

So he and I are incompatible, natch, but that was so not even relevant. Because in August 2023, I WAS LITERALLY A YEAR INTO A LESBIAN RELATIONSHIP.

"What would it take?" Bro, I hadn't dated a man in nearly half a decade! I still haven't! In fact, I am currently in a relationship with a lesbian!

What do you mean, dude.

What do you MEAN.

So I tell this boy he'd have to leave the Mormon church. Don't get me wrong, that wasn't a challenge or an ultimatum—I think he's having a great time being Mormon! Didn't work for me, but shit, man, it's working for him!

And okay, fine, do I think he gives bi-guy-with-internalized-homophobia vibes (I've dated one, I would know) and should at least give bisexuality the good ol' college try? Yes, but it's not up to me!

I just meant that, ultimately, it was the Church which drove such a divide between us. I don't believe in it—I can't believe—and neither of us would be happy compromising our beliefs for the other. And even if I compromised mine for him, I'd still be haunted by the hurt of everything he said to me when I left. All the judgment he spewed in the guise of humor.

So that's what I said.

In that moment, he looked at me with his big, sad brown eyes, and I think we understood each other perfectly.

And god, it was sad. I did use to think he and I would end up married. For ten years I thought that. Hell, everyone told us we would.

But...ohmygod. What a movie moment. For bitches who live their lives like cosplay (I'm bitches), that is like one of the top five wish fulfillment moments you could experience in your interpersonal relationships.

Honestly. Honestly. I can't stress enough that a man BEGGED FOR ME TO TAKE HIM BACK, and then I TURNED HIM DOWN.

I'm sorry but like...that's crazy. That's glamor.

So anyway, he goes off into the starry dark (yeah, and of COURSE it happened on the front porch at night. Me on the very edge of the porch step, him on the ground—vaguely Romeo and Juliet-esque. Like...the poetry. You cannot get more cinematic than that). I watch him leave, then go inside.

The next time I hear from this man, I'm drinking wine on my gay partner's couch (gay) (we are gay) (lesbians), and this man invites me to his wedding...reception. Cuz of course, I couldn't get into his temple wedding even if I wanted to.

And yes, I cried over the lame-ass cishet boy! The death of childhood sweetheartdom does, in fact, require a mourning period.

N e wayz, here's the kicker: in true Mormon fashion, the timeline from him getting rejected by The Great Love Of His Life (blushes cutely 🤭) to getting engaged was...FIVE MONTHS! Yes, folks, my nosy ass did the math!

Timeline from the big rejection to his upcoming wedding reception (in Pride month, of ALL months for straight marriage 😒🙄😤)?

🥁🥁🥁🥁...Ten months, folks!

Well, Jesus, man, I didn't want you to rebound with a marriage! Bit sick, innit? Not to inflate my already-ballooned ego, but Lord help us both, you were crushed that night on the porch! Don't saddle your poor fiancée with that baggage, mmkay?

Anyway. That's my tale. I'm genuinely happy for them (provided the marriage works well for both), and I am going to his reception in a couple weeks, though I don't expect we'll keep in contact afterward.

(She seems lovely, btw, can't wait to meet her. Here's hoping they enter the Utah Mormon swinger circle; I'm not opposed to a road trip. Kidding, obviously, and I know that that's a distasteful joke. But, like, if THEY were down—)

(KIDDING. CONSERVATIVES ARE ETHICALLY UNFUCKABLE.)

Moral of the story: I Am That Bitch 🌝🌝

[toodleloos]

“do I look different?”

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A question ive heard from almost everyone ive known. Including myself. They look in a mirror, dreading the way they look. The way they sound. The way they act.

But how could a kid possibly hate how they look?

“I’m too skinny. im too fat. I wish I was brunette. Or maybe blond. I wish I had curls like her, I wish my hair was straighter than a ruler.”

“If I throw myself on a field, waving my abs around. Am I macho? Or cool? Call a gay kid a slur? Maybe it’ll hide my obvious interest in men.”

Highschoolers are fake. The hallways? Filled with drama, and chaos. The moment I turned 13 I knew my life was over. I had to care about being cool, or liking this or liking that or liking her. Sometimes my head hurts because he’s so handsome, and she’s so gorgeous.

“Just don’t be gay. That’s weird.”

I’m weird.

Change your hair. Fix your attitude. Why do you dress like that? Your stupid. Your fat. No, you’re skinny. Oh fuck, now you’re fat and stupid!

But.

Have you eaten lately?

“You look different now.”

“You’re different.”

I know im different. You remind me. They remind me.

I look around at my classmates. Blonde, brunette, black, white, tan. Girls, boys, trans guys and girls.

Why the fuck does it matter if she screwed that guy? Or if he lost his virginity. Why does it matter if that girl wants to be a guy? Or that guy wants to be a girl?

There is so much hate.

We’re only kids. we can’t be kids forever. Don’t you listen to your parents? Enjoy your youth. Don’t cause drama. You say you listen, yet there are still huge numbers in suicide cases for teenagers. And what are the teachers doing? The parents? Adults that are supposed to protect us from this.

Keep us safe.

“I can’t stop crying. I’m so hungry but mom says I’ll be skinny soon.”

Why is it that we revolve everything around weight? Let me give you an example. A mother has twins. They’re healthy. One just.. puts on a little more weight. Instead of helping, do you know what her mother says?

“You’re so fat.”

And it starts. The disorder. Yes, she loses weight. Becomes “popular” with the girls and the jocks and she’s finally happy?

Throwing up your food makes you happy?

You can have so much sex. Drink so much booze. Smoke a shit ton of weed. But let’s face the facts.

we’re just kids and the world is laughing at us.

Don’t you remember? Climbing up on daddy’s lap, laughing, unaware of the cruel ass world. But— even then. We were so mean.

“I know my dad, do you?”

“My mom said your dad cheated on your mom and left. Hah! So funny!”

“My mom and dad said they loved eachother, so why do they fight?”

“My dad hit me last night. He said it was an accident. He smelled funny.”

“My mom looks at me weird after dad left.”

“I don’t see my parents much.”

I don’t think they notice, they shape our lives. They just like to criticize and criticize. And when we break. They yell at us and break us down. Like we’re the ones in the wrong.

“Depression isn’t real.”

“Teenagers are so exhausting.”

“So dramatic.”

“It’s not a big deal.”

To them, we are nothing if we complain. If we feel pain, or cry, or hurt. We’re dramatic because we never went through their struggle. Oh no. It’s not like we’re a whole new generation. No! We’re just dumb kids.

I don’t blame them. Their parents weren’t exactly uh.. stable. So they grow around this hate, pass that hate to us. And they wonder why we hate coming home. Why we HATE hearing,

“oh your just like your dad! You look so much like your mom!”

I spend hours. Changing myself. Taking nice pictures.

hey. I think I like this guy.

I should totally go for it, right?

They date. Everything was bliss. Then a random text.

“Hey, can you send?”

What? Send what?

“Nudes. Duh.”

I’ve never done that. she says.

“Don’t be a fucking baby.”

I’m with family.

“Just go in your bathroom.”

she did it of course. We all want validation. We crave it. Even if it will kill us. I don’t get the appeal.

I don’t get the appeal of being an asshole. Forcing yourself onto people, forcing them to vape or send weird pictures or.. kill themselves. Just don’t be a dick!

Be a kid.

I’m tired of the voices screaming at me, saying I suck. I’m an idiot.

I know!

They call me names, I go home and.. the feeling swallows me up. It’s the same thing over and over again. The same cycle. I’m tired of it! I want to be different! I want to look different.

why can’t I be DIFFERENT?!

I feel panic swallow me whole. The only thing I can hear is my ac wind blowing. Everything else is gone. And im.. okay.

Moral of the story? Be kind.

Oh! One last thing. I just need an opinion.

“Do I look different?”

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[brattysubbysub]

Intro

Hello :3! This is mostly a blog for my boyfriend to see all the perverted things I'm into! I'm not the best at making original content cause I'm shy and nervous, but I'm doing my best 🥺

About me~

25

transmasc He/Him pronouns only!!

Gay (mlm/mlmasc-nb) Asexual(?*)

submissive bottom (sometimes a brat)

Autism (undiagnosed)

Taken

Kinks/ Don'ts

These are in no particular order

Yes yes yes!

Praise & Degradation

Hair pulling

Size Difference(make me feel small)

Biting/ Hickeys💖

Choking

Edging

Overstimulation

Breeding (No pregnancy mentions)

Pet play (Bunny preferred, Kitty and puppy fine too)

Impact play (Lighter stuff only)

Somno

Cockwarming

Bondage/Being tied up in general

Intox (edibles/weed/alcohol)

CNC

Free use

Monster/Robot fucker

Objectification

More I'm sure maybe?

Maybe

Gun/knife play

Wax play

Denial

Anal (Undecided/Haven't tried it)

Absolute No’s

Ageplay

ForceFem

Scat

Piss

Basically just most bodily fluids (Don't really like my own cum/wetness. Other people's is fine usually, as long as it's below the neck)

Misgendering

Fauxcest/Incest of any kind (I'm fine using "Daddy" though)

Werewolves(Sorry not one of the monster's I'm into)

Oviposition

Other

Genitalia terms that are fine: Hole/Cunt/Pussy/Dick/Cock/Tdick

Chest/Tits/Pecs

Names/Compliments that are cool: Anything that starts with "My," Bunny, Kitty, Puppy, good boy, pretty boy, Slut, Whore, Handsome, Sir, Basically anything Masc, stuff like "Gorgeous," "Beautiful," etc are fine too, they don't bother me.

*It's kind of hard for me to feel horny or actually get turned on unless there's like a lot and I mean a lot of foreplay and stuff beforehand, and even then I might not still really feel anything sexually. Which is kind of frustrating because I enjoy the stuff involved, but I wish it did more for me emotionally/feeling/headspace wise :') Idk it's complicated, but I'm here to have fun.

You can buy me a Ko-fi if you like https://ko-fi.com/bunnysplace Currently unemployed 😔

DNI

Minors/ageless accounts

DDLG/similar kinks

TERFS

Fatphobes

Zoophiles/p3dos

Zionists

cishets

homophobes/transphobes

bootlickers

racists