#sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry

[facts-i-just-made-up]

[k-atsukibakugou]

HELLO LOVER

for your wittle event i am asking for hanky panky with… shinsou 😔 (also i love u bye)

HELLO LOVER!!!!!! thank u so much and im so so so sorry, i wrote this with my dick i can't even lie i don't remember half of this tw: toxic relationship + fingering (f!receiving) birthday bash intro + rules + menu | event masterlist

fuck. fuck. fuck. “fuuuck,”

you ignore his chuckle when he shushes you, pressing a chaste kiss to the red mark at the side of your throat, his tongue already gliding over your skin before you can even fumble with the lock on the cubicle door. desperately, you clutch at his shoulders, blunt nails bruising the skin beneath his dark shirt when he nipped beneath your jaw again, sucking at the skin beneath your ear just to hear you suck in a hiss, revelling in how it hadn’t changed; he could still drive you crazy, could still cloud your mind with a single well-placed kiss.

fuck. you’d been so good; his number was blocked, you finally deleted that burner account you used to stalk his socials two months ago, you avoided the smoke shop on the corner near your place even though they had the cutest lighters and trinkets, you dyed your hair without worrying what he’d think about it. all of that, and still you end up here.

your lips are already swollen, tender from being sucked and bitten, shinso pulling you into the bathroom before it had even been an hour since you arrived, the taste of your cocktail still on your lips when he first kissed you. dizzy, you tug at his hips, breaking the kiss to breathlessly murmur his name, your heart jumping at the taste of it on your tongue after so long.

“shh, baby, i know,” his voice is so low and so gravelly when he whispers, his warm breath against your neck sending a shiver down your spine. you’re sure you’re soaking when he pops the button of your pants, sliding his hand down your abdomen into your underwear. he shudders feeling your soft skin, taking his time to drive you insane with his slow, electric touches to your drooling cunt; every touch deliberate, avoiding where you needed him until your hips were jolting, searching for him, until it was no argument how much you needed him.

his dark eyes sent a shock of lightning into your stomach when you finally felt the tip of his fingers at your clit, your body jumping into his touch the more he teased you. always obsessed with this push and pull, he wanted you to seek his touch, his body heat, his approval, he wanted you to seek him. if your eyes weren’t squeezed shut, you’d see the way his violet eyes glimmered watching your hips chase him.

you never should have tried to avoid him; you should’ve religiously checked his posts, zooming into every detail of the picture he posted smoking in the alleyway behind the bar, you’d have seen the logo printed on his chest if you had just stalked him. you’d know he dyed his hair darker (the exact deep indigo shade you loved on him), you’d know he changed his labret to a silver ring instead of the spiked post, you would’ve known how fucking good he looked. you would’ve touched yourself looking at the pictures of him instead of this, cum on your fingers again and again until it felt as good as he did.

you could have avoided this if you didn’t try to avoid him. if you hadn’t been so good.

you can’t help the whine that leaves you when he finally gives in, sinking his fingers into your needy cunt, infuriatingly slowly, like he’s savouring the way you pulse at every knuckle. shinso’s amethyst eyes are glued to your bitten lips, admiring the way your features changes when you grind your hips into his hand, how needy you look before he’s even moved. he’s still staring at you when he curls his fingers, dragging two fingers inside you just enough to have your jaw falling slack, to get your chest heaving, to get your cunt clenching around him like it always did; to make sure nothing had changed.

“god, i missed you,” you respond with a garbled version of his name, more of a broken moan than anything, unable to spit out anything else when he started fucking you with his fingers, pressing every button he knew would wind you up, working you closer to cumming before his break was over. he knew he could, he knew you inside and out, hatred or not, he could unravel you.

“you missed me, hm?” he nudges your jaw with his nose, smiling against your skin when your eyelashes flutter against your cheek, your breath catching in your throat, “i know your pussy did.”

i hate you, i hate you, i hate you, i hate you, every time your lips part to tell him as much, you can only moan instead, spouting gratitude, begging him not to stop, your anger from every argument melting from you the more your cunt drooled, the resentment deep inside you from every argument, every break up, swirling into something else the longer he fucked his fingers into you. did they even really matter when he had your cunt pulsing? when he could make you cum with one swipe of his thumb over your clit if he wanted to. he could probably make you squirt if you weren’t cramped in this cubicle with him. he decides he will when you come home with him, decides he’s going to taste you before the inevitable argument in the morning.

“fuck, you’re so hot when you act like you don’t need me.”

you can’t entirely tell if he’s being condescending, or if he wholeheartedly thinks every break up was foreplay. if he really thought you didn’t hate him for everything he did. for everything he didn’t do. for it always ending up like this. for every single ‘never again’.

“‘s always better when you’ve been avoiding me,” you still come undone, sticky cum coating his fingers when he talks down to you, that fucking face staring back at you when you meet his eyes again.

“but you always come back, don’t you?”

[fullofmoss]

Rex Splode? Um, yeah, he sure did.

[lemonfairy-yearns]

AAAHHHGGGG I have some emotions

[shellysaurus-rex]

IM GOING TO AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

hatless version below;

[zebra-all-the-time]

is the app logo barbie right nnow or is it meat

[cassyapper]

Jolyne and Jotaro parallels from Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure Part 6: Stone Ocean

must I be destined to lose you?

[catinasink]

i cant respond properly because its kinda hard to pay attention but im paying attention i promise im sorry that im responding late im trting i promise i proomsie i proimse

[o-rusted-heart]

Nick: I'm unfuckable. Nobody can fuck me. I'm sexless. Unattractive even.

Nick also: [exudes intense top energy]

[bi4bihankking]

Prompt 💖 Garth/Hank

Ironically, no one who went to the superhero gay bar was actually out, mainly because those that were out had long since stopped having the need for it. Everyone who frequented the place was a closet case, either that or someone who had a vested interest in fucking guys without getting romantically involved with them.  

Hank had gone there on a whim, wanting to find someone for the night, for stress relief; he’d wanted to fuck a stranger’s hole until it was gaping, to find someone who was willing to choke him, anything to help with the built-up stress from the week. He wasn’t sure who he would find, but he absolutely never, not in a million years, expected to see his first-ever gay crush there.  

It was the kind of situation where you pretty much had to shoot your shot, Hank had been carrying a torch for the man who was formerly known as Aqualad since he was about twelve years old, and he found himself approaching him despite the voice in his head that said he was way out of his league. Somehow, he wound up with his first crush gyrating in his lap. He supposed the universe felt like it owed him something after torturing him for an entire decade.  

Garth turned out to be much less shy than he remembered him being, although Hank supposed that confidence came with age, and he was a well-respected hero nowadays. Or at least... he was a more well-respected hero than Hank was. The Atlantean ground down against Hank right in the middle of the bar, their hard cocks rubbing together through the thin material of their shorts, and Hank found himself unable to tear his eyes away as the other man’s lips parted, his head thrown back, and soft and low grunts filled the air.  

Hank wondered what they should do if he came just from this. Would they even be able to fuck later, or would they part in 30 seconds, never to speak to each other again?  

Then the Atlantean’s fingers curled in the hair at the back of his head, drawing him out of his thoughts. Their eyes met for just a second, and then Garth shoved their faces together. It was uncomfortable at first, their noses colliding painfully and their teeth clicking together, but eventually, the other man’s warm tongue slid into Hank’s mouth.  

The telepath let out a moan, rolling his hips upward as Garth’s tongue explored around his tonsils. He allowed his hands to drift down the other man’s body, gripping the round globes of his ass. They had to take this somewhere less public... he wanted to slide in between those cheeks so damn bad.  

Maybe the bathroom or the alleyway outside the bar. They weren’t exactly the most romantic options, but he got the feeling that neither of them really cared about romance. Especially when Garth pulled back just enough to squeeze his cock through his shorts. 

[deathchasing]

hi.

[digirainebow]

JESUS CHRIST i almost missed the deadline to save my p3r finale vod to highlights. can you imagine if i lost that recording. i would have died

[chicago-geniza]

Disclaimer that this is about to be my worst post

Ok. Donna Tartt is what Hanya Yanagihara could be if she effectively harnessed the literary potential of the Gen X fujoshi id

[marksman-ofthe-mist]

something something look at my index proxy remade, boy

[nyaskitten]

HELP WHAT THE FUCK I SWEAR THIS TIME TUMBLR GLITCHED SORRY FOR SPAM REBLOGGING I ACTUALLY GOT HIT WITH A FUCKING GLITCH SOMEHOW I SWEAR BRO.

[clingyduoapologist]

I wish I was that volleyball