#yes im fat yes im taking it personally

[silverskye13]

Continuing on my saga of, Skye rants about Epic/High Fantasy and should probably give up but hasn't yet:

I know fat-shaming in general is a problem in media, but what is it about high/epic fantasy specifically that makes them hate anyone overweight? Like I know the stereotype is the main character will be a lean and fit swordsman, or a spindly mage or whatever, but some of these books are just killing me.

Riyria Revelations called out fatness/overweight characters constantly, and they were only ever foppish antagonists too obsessed with food and drink to do anything productive besides being a minor inconvenience. Describing people with saddlebag cheeks, or stomachs that tumble over belts and pin them in furniture. Free the Darkness has a bad problem with caricaturizing people in general, but the first overweight person we run into is described as being so contemptuously fat he can't even pull his sword from his scabbard, contrasted by the main character who is chiseled and beautiful and perfect in his deadliness. Dragons of Autumn Twilight has a goblin who is so "disgustingly overweight" his belly rolls over his saddle horn, and is once again represented as a piggish, idiot antagonist. And that's not getting into the narrators for these audiobooks who make piggish voices for these characters because they're fat so of course they would.

It makes me kinda hot blooded tbh. Like we get it authors, you hate fat people. I think the thing that gets me about it the most is they don't describe other people like this? Someone who is super skinny isn't described as sickly, clammy and pale, with a stereotype for painful social awkwardness. Super strong men are sometimes noted to be a little duller than the average, playing to that stereotype, but they're not rendered dullardly and useless, instead their strength is still played as a formidable challenge. But fat people? Oh no, in the eyes of our godlike, sculpted protagonists, anyone who has a few more pounds packed on is stupid, slow and useless, clearly only in power because of birthright and appointment and no other reason, waiting to be unseated the minute someone fit for their position [and infinitely stronger, quicker and more deadly] can sweep them off it -- all while deriding how hard it is to clean up their massive bodies in the process.

I just get really, really tired of reading it.

I will say I really liked Paladin's Strength, because the main female character Clara is described as being a bigger woman, but that doesn't stop the fact that she can turn into a bear and wreck house any time she wants. Granted, she's also 6ft tall and strong-big instead of fat-big, but I'll take the victories I'm given.

[txmxkis]

ugh.

[achilleslyre]

the wayyyyy ppl treat my tics can be sooooo annoying way too often all the time…… they’ll comment on it in the dumbest of ways too like “i know u have no choice of saying that but why are u saying that” BABYGIRLLL u literally just said it! i have no choice! mfer do u truly madly deeply think if i don’t have any control over when i say or do things that i have control over what i’m saying and doing?!?! be fuckin for real right nowwwwwww

[rinneverse]

cw. boothill x f!reader drabble, riding (but really he’s the one in charge), piv penetration, cyborg dick, a hint of dacryphilia perhaps, this is seriously just some major brainrot im having please help, minors dni pls and ty :)

cold metal bites into the supple flesh of your hips.

it’s a stark contrast to the heat your body radiates, icy fingertips clutching you tightly as boothill guides you along his dick, sinfully dragging against the fluttering walls of your pussy.

“ridin’ me so well, cutie. you like being used like this, huh?” sharp teeth graze the sensitive skin of your throat before he laughs, deep and condescending. “i’ll make sure you’re satisfied. can’t have you doubtin’ me again, can we?”

you’re too fucked out to even answer. boothill’s strong hands force you to bounce on his ribbed metal cock, drawing whines and mindless babbles from your lips as you slump against him. your hands pull and tug at his silky hair while you plead, “hol’on, waaait, s’too much..!”

it’s honestly your fault that you’re even in this situation. you had teased boothill about his cyborg body—“you get a dick attachment with that robo-body or what?”—and now you’re paying the price.

“too much now?” boothill sneers, sharp teeth glinting in the low lights of the room as he looks at you. his red pupils drink in your debauched expression, the way sweat beads at your temple and drips down your face.

he suddenly slows, grinding his hips up in to yours as he drags a hand up the slope of your body, leaving a trail of icy nerves in its wake. he grips your face, squishing the fat of your cheeks. silvery tears of pleasure line your lashes, something boothill smugly takes note of. when a tear trickles down your cheek, he’s immediately leaning forward to lap it up with his tongue.

“thought you said i wouldn’t be able to keep up with the real thing. you so sure about that now?”

your attempt to shake your head is stopped only by the way he grips you. he leans in, nipping at your plush lower lip before he continues.

“i do love a challenge, though.” his voice is rough, tinged with heated desire as he grinds his dick further into you. “am i proving ya wrong, sweetheart?”

“yes,” you whimper, thighs trembling as he kisses you, long and deep. boothill moves his hand back down to your waist and takes up his earlier pace, using you almost like his own personal fucktoy.

“that’s a good girl,” he drawls. “let me take care of you, yeah?”

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[lilbunnis]

❛ ♡. gif credit. ⎯⎯ 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐬. ❜

★ ⎯⎯ big brother!aemond is used to your sweet moans and whimpers, though he is reaching his breaking point--- he must have you, no matter the consequences.

author’s note᛬ hii! first time posting on here--- this is obvi a new acc (personal reasons) but i also just wanna strictly post my writing on this blog. first time writing incest, too! oh, & im in my witchy era. anyways, if u’re a minor then do not fuckin interact, thx.

warnings᛬ mdni! smut, angst, dubious consent, dark!aemond, profanity, she/her pronouns, afab reader, innocence kink, corruption kink, manipulation, pussy whipped!aemond, incestuous relationships, breeding kink, cunnilingus, fingering, obsessive & possessive behavior, pet names. any grammatical errors are my own--- in advance, i sincerely apologize.

word count᛬ 1.5k

𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐘.

oh, how sweet her lips were, so soft and plump, like the ripest of peaches during the middle of summer, ready to be kissed. gods, her eyes… so dark and tempting, yet warm and doe-like, a gift from their mother, the queen. her skin was pure and soft and untainted, almost whispering to him to touch, touch, touch--- touch her!

she was his--- since she was torn from their mother’s womb, bloody and screaming, a dragon come forth, his darling little sister.

he loved, he loved, he loved her.

the very epitome of a true born targaryen, made for him.

he knew since the day that she came into this cruel world that she would belong to him, that she would be his.

his, his, his.

“b-brother! no, n-no, i- nghh.. ‘m gonna—“ she babbled cutely, her voice like sweet music to his ears, a siren’s call, begging him to take her maidenhead.

the voices in his head were insistent and loud, screaming venomously at him, luring him to kiss, to touch, to take--- she was rightfully his by birthright, why shouldn’t he indulge?

yes, they hissed, encouraging him with their sweet, persuasive voices inside of his head--- had he finally gone mad? were the rumors of the targaryen madness true?

even so, he did not give a fuck.

his sweet baby sister was his, she always would be, and the way she clawed at his wrist, begging him to fuck her with his deft fingers faster, faster, faster!

or, perhaps… trying to push his hand away--- no, no. she loves him, and he loves her!

it was destiny, their destiny, to be together as husband and wife and bring forth a whole new bloodline of true born targaryens!

yes, his sweet little sister would give him so many babes, he’d fill her up and watch her as she’d grow round and fat with his many sons and daughters.

fire and blood, fire and blood, fire and blood---

then, a scream--- oh, so feminine and sweet; how he just adored his sweet little sister, his little darling.

aemond heard her cry out, the sweetest wail, fat tears falling down her flushed cheeks as he continued burying his long, nimble fingers inside of her sweet, drooling cunny, preparing her for his cock.

meanwhile, he kept pressing against that little patch of nerves inside of her that she could never reach by herself, stroking relentlessly--- meanly.

poor, sweet little lamb.

aemond was panting heavily, watching as her sweet little cunt sucked in his fingers greedily, making his lips twitch in amusement--- he could barely withdraw his fingers due to how fucking tight she was.

uncaringly, yet so lovingly, he would cruelly plunge them back inside of her, wet noises and her sweet, breathy little moans and whimpers filling his chambers.

“that’s it,” he cooed softly, his voice a raspy baritone, so convincing, “—doing so fucking well for your big brother, issa jorrāelagon.”

quietly, he continued into the night, moonlight spilling in through the glass windows of his chambers, his amethyst colored eye was fully blown wide and focused solely on her squelching cunt, watching as her little clit twitched and practically begged him for attention.

and who was he to deny his little sister such sweet, sinful pleasure?

not a second later, aemond moved to settle between his sister’s thighs, lowering his head until his breath ghosted over her wet, puffy folds, allowing him to inhale her feminine scent--- causing him to release a low, satisfied groan.

then, the prince nuzzled his sharp, prominent nose against her little, fleshy bundle of nerves, breathing her in further as two of his long fingers continued to wildly fuck her little virgin fuck-hole.

“b-bro-brotherrr! please, please! need.. n-need to--- please!” came her sweet, girlish voice which was higher in pitch than usual, making him let out a soft, amused hum.

“as you wish, sweetling,” he murmured against her clit, the vibrations from his deep voice causing her to squirm impatiently, before finally, she felt his plush, naturally curved lips wrap around her aching, throbbing clit, causing her to wail brokenly and clutch the silk sheets with tiny fists.

aemond, the kinslayer, could never deny her, could never say no to her--- perhaps, he should be furious at how weak she made him feel, but he could never find it in his cold, blackened heart to ever feel any sort of anger towards her.

his sweet beloved.

it was maddening how helpless he was against her, how deep his devotion to her was--- possibly, others would call it obsession, sinful, an abomination, but aemond knew the truth; dragons did not concern themselves with the likes of sheep.

oh, how he loved her, how he wished to possess her, to be the only person she would ever love, to be her one and only like she was his.

passionately and glowing, burningly real, her nude skin glistened in the moonlight, the few candles that were slowly dying out around his chambers and the burning fire in his fireplace teased shadows from the corner of his eye, the ghosts that still haunted the red keep were always watching and judging them viciously for their sins.

and oh, how their intertwined souls would burn in the brightest of flames, always together, even in the deepest pits of the seven hells, for all of time; for eternity.

still, he ignores the demons--- too drunk by the sweet taste of his little sister’s cunt.

“mine,” he purrs against her cute, twitching clit, suckling the nub into his watering mouth, which made his cock leak even more pre into his small-clothes, causing him to groan and harshly grind his loins down against his bed.

“say it, sweetling--- tell me that you’re mine,” he murmured, wrapping one of his massive hands around his sister’s smooth, left thigh, digging the tips of his calloused fingertips into the meaty skin possessively, holding her in place.

“ah, ah, ah— aemond, nghh..! oh-hmm, ‘m yours,” she babbled sweetly, her words slurring slightly as she began reaching her sixth peak of the night, causing more tears to spill down the sides of her face as she blinked rapidly, trying to clear her blurry vision as she felt her big brother scissoring her weeping cunt open.

wailing in despair, she felt her brother’s skilled tongue flicking and rolling her clit into his eager mouth again, suckling at it and nipping at the little nub mercilessly.

gently, with such cruel, bloodstained hands, aemond squeezed his sister’s thigh harshly, causing her to squeal and thrash her head around on his feathered pillow, her back arching like a bowstring as she finally reached her sixth peak, crying out and babbling her big brother’s name over and over and over--- pleadingly.

“oh, oh, ohhh..! f-feels so--- so good,” she sobbed brokenly, her thighs shaking and clenching around his head, making him continue to dig his neatly trimmed fingernails into the pillowy skin of her left thigh that he was still clutching, while moving his head quickly back and forth, stimulating her little nub until his little sister saw stars.

aemond knew it was sinful, having his sister gush and leak and drool all over his fingers and tongue as he continued suckling at her now overstimulated clit, her skin glistening with sweat, making her skin shine so beautifully against his silk bedsheets--- she was ethereal, an angel, his.

“sweet girl, you’ve done so good for me this evening--- so fucking perfect, little darling,” he praised tenderly, removing his mouth from her clit, while still gently nuzzling the twitching bud with the tip of the cleft of his nose, his fingers still moving almost lazily inside of her cunt, curling his fingers inside of her.

…as if he wished to stay inside of her; forever.

a soft hum escaped him in content, while he continued to gently fuck her with his fingers, more slowly as he heard her soft, girlish pleas--- more like sweet little mewls of his name.

“i think you’re ready for my cock now, don’t you?” he questioned darkly lovingly, pressing soft kisses against her engorged clit, allowing his slightly swollen lips to trail open-mouthed kisses all across the soft curls covering her mound, then across her inner thighs which were covered in her slick, watching as they continued trembling in his strong, possessive grasp.

silently, he gazed up at her longingly, a low purr rumbling deeply inside of his bare chest, the thought of plunging his furiously hard, weeping cock into his sister’s tight little cunny was almost too much to bear for the kinslayer.

oh, and how all of my devotion turns violent, aemond thought wickedly to himself, but no--- not with his sweet, beloved little sister…he would take her as his lady wife, to love and cherish and breed her nightly with loads of his seed until she was pregnant with many of his babes.

even then, aemond would never stop, how could he? she was his everything, and whether or not she was too fucked out by him feasting on her cunny for hours was no matter, because he already knew.

she loved him just the same, even if she truly did not know it just yet, his innocent little sister.

hm, what a sick little head he had, how his love turned into obsession, into possession--- but nonetheless, it was still love.

pure, undying love.

fin.

[wherenymphsroam]

I READ DAD BOD LEON AND LIKE JDFKD imagine praising him and getting him all flustered and needy and just 😭 he is such a hottie I NEED HIM sorry im just a lil feral abt him

GRAHHHH YES !!!!

cw: leon finally in his retirement era ??? (probably not canon but we can only hope), chubby leon, older leon, body worship, very light scent thing, a messy blowjob, he’s insecure at first the poor thing, uhhhh not proofread <3

w/c: 1.5k

like, leon is sooooo relieved when he’s (somehow) allowed to retire. genuinely probably just passes out for a good couple of days, drowsy and catching up on years of sleep he missed for a month or so. takes things day by day, waning contentedly through different hobbies, interests, just trying to like…. find his personality back after basically becoming the governments dog for the most of his adult life.

and some things really like … don’t click at first.

that he’s not nearly as active without the physically demanding day to day. the mission every other month or so that sheds him of all his bodies resources, the ones that basically force upon him that consistently low body fat percentage. sure, he still works out because at this point, it’s weird Not To after putting in so much physical work for so long.

but he’s older now, his metabolism has changed. commercial gyms don’t exactly offer the same amount of intensity that his body is so used to having to work through. and naturally, parts of him grow complacent. he eats more, rightfully so. actually has the time to go out to eat on a consistent basis, and doordash is viewed as a god sent app.

he doesn’t really notice the pounds that have crept up on him until suddenly his favorite pair of jeans doesn’t need a belt to keep them up anymore. it’s when he tucks in his shirt for a more upscale night out that he realizes his button down is more fitted against him than maybe it was the last time he dug out his nicer clothes.

but once he realizes it, he shies away from it, avoids changing in front of mirrors. and when he starts refusing to change in front of you that you notice.

sure, leon was always attractive in your eyes. but it was never the muscles, the trim ‘v’ of his waistline that kept you around. you loved him, genuinely so. and to have him around more often, able to revel in some of the domestic things you couldn’t exactly soak up when he was still an agent? it’s like heaven on earth with him.

so when you notice the slight increase in his weight — the softness that begins to pad his strong biceps when he wraps his arms around you from behind, the extra bit you’re able to hold onto when you hug him — you don’t point it out. it’s welcomed, has you touching him a bit more than maybe necessary nowadays.

the first time he abruptly turns around when you walk in while he was changing, you don’t question it. it’s when he starts to dim the lights before the two of you topple onto the bed in a passionate display that you grow suspicious. your last straw is plucked when he starts coming to bed with a shirt on. an oversized one at that. he had never worn shirts to bed before, always complained about the materials feeling against him becoming irritating throughout the night.

he tries to deny when you first confront him. plays off the way the newfound pliant skin of his sides swells out over the top of his jeans waistband. shakes his head and makes a face at you, even goes so far as to roll his eyes when you reason with him, pointing out his recent ‘preference’ of keeping the lights lower when you fuck.

“I think you’re imagining this, sweetheart. I���m still sexy,” he reasons cheekily, trying to distract you with his cheesy nature.

“I didn’t say you’re not sexy,” you sigh, shaking your head. “You’re definitely still sexy. I’m just saying you look sexy with the extra bit on you,” you hum, leaning against the bedroom door.

it takes Leon a second, trying to allow ‘sexiness’ and ‘weight’ to coexist in his head. at least not in terms of himself. he loved women, all shapes and bodies and weights included. it was a no brainer to say that yes, your logic that sexiness could coexist with more weight was correct. but on him…? he’s Leon Kennedy. he’s not fat.

“Nor am I saying you’re fat, not by a long shot,” you continue, knowing all too well what that look on his face meant. the one he wore when he was thinking too hard about something.

he tries not to flinch when your hands reach out, capturing his sides. tries to stifle the sound that wants to escape when he realizes how much more sensitive the skin there is now with the extra weight. but the pounding of his heart and heat emanating off his body tells you all you need to know. so you continue.

you’re unashamed in how you explore how pliant his sides are now, in how you trace along where the firm cut lines of his abs formerly were. gently pinching and filling your fingers with the extra skin that lies over his lower abdomen, flattening your palm over the swell there and letting it fill your palm. his breath hitches, hands twitching at his sides, itching to slide your hands off him. he yearns to step out of your grasp, but knows that’ll be too telling. so he lets you continue, let’s you have your fun.

the button of his jeans pops audibly, and it’s clear that maybe he’s gonna have to let his favorite pair go pretty soon. but that’s okay. it’s obvious how okay it is when you slide his shirt up, up, up and out of the way. when your lips finds his sternum, trailing up and down its length before moving on to his pecs. silently appreciating how they’ve swelled a bit, how the hair that scatters across his skin has seemingly spread more. you tuck your nose in, inhaling him appreciatively when you slide your fingers under the waistband of his jeans, start to shimmy the denim down.

and oh god, you’re slowly lowering yourself, letting your lips ghost over his stomach now. you’ve grown sloppier, greedier in how you lick up the salt of his skin, bite into and suck at the pliant flesh. as if a fever had overcome you.

and really, that’s not all that far fetched of an idea. it was like you were seeing him naked for the first time all over again. except he’s softer, warmer… easier to paw and play with. responsive when your hands knead at his sides, his pecs. breathless and panting when he realizes his nipples are more sensitive for some reason when you drag the pads of your thumbs over them.

he could’ve gone bright pink when you ask him to strip completely. in front of the mirror no less. but he obliges, although begrudgingly. maybe a bit more hesitantly when you roll your desk chair over in front of the floor to ceiling mirror, instructing him to sit down. but that dissolves when you settle on your knees in front of it, as if sweetening the deal.

he doesn’t expect you to be so …. eager when you finally get yours hands on him. but fuck does he look good. softened thighs spread, the perfect mix between strong and soft in front of you. his soft cock, laid oh so prettily between them, ever so full balls nestled there. you really can’t help how quickly you find yourself burying your face into him, breathing him in and mouthing at his thighs.

your hands are greedy, so very greedy in how you grab at him. his thighs, the stomach that’s started to rest on them. his pecs you reach up to paw at when you realize they’ve started to create a crease between his chest and his stomach from below.

and at first, he doesn’t believe you when you tell him he looks even better like this. that if anything, you prefer him like this. doesn’t want to hear it when you try to coax him into repeating affirmations about himself, keeps his eyes off his reflection in the mirror.

but of course, he’s a weak man. you’re sat on your knees between his spread thighs, your ass practically begging to be ogled in those jeans.

and that’s what he focuses on at first. tries not to notice how you have to tilt your head slightly when you take him in your mouth, how you have to hold his tummy when you suck him off to keep it from inhabiting how far down you can get on his length. but as the heat in his body grows, as you get sloppier with spit dribbling down your chin, he has no choice but to look down at you.

and at that point, he can’t find it in him to care about the swell of his lower abdomen. he isn’t very worried about how much more space his thighs take up on the chair when you dip one of his balls into your mouth, licking and warming and soaking them in your feverish attempt to make him feel how sexy he is to you.

but by the time he’s coming ropes onto your pretty face, he finally gives in. finally obliges you fully and admits that maybe… maybe he was still sexy as fuck. maybe he did look better, healthier with the retirement weight on him.

[soobnny]

classmate au | nishimura riki

❝ did you guys see that? i was the one who taught her how to do that!❞

heeseung | jay | jake | sunghoon | sunoo | jungwon | NI-KI

nishimura riki….

the absolute menace that this boy is

The Class Clown

being seatmates with him is probably the worst decision you have ever made

not bc of him and his jokes !!!!!

no he’s very funny actually

he makes you laugh all the time

he just ALWAYS whispers the wrong answer to you during oral recitation

and you ALWAYS fall for it

“what is the second stage of cell division?”

“meiosis,” he’d whisper so confidently

“m…meiosis?” you ask more to him bc u know he’s wrong but the teacher hears you anyway 😭😭😭

he is just SOOOOO !!!! unbearable

also btw he calls u by ur last name

the type to be close friends with all the teachers

he’d just casually reply to them in class (ofc in a respectful enough manner)

always makes the class laugh

he’s always doing some shit honestly like just don’t try to understand him atp

he likes to switch with the person seated behind you sometimes so he can sit beside a close friend but ALSO so he can play with your hair

ni-ki will just do ANYTHING .. put your hair in poor braids, put it in a ponytail ltrly anything

he has started his own hair salon behind you

tells you not to fix your hair for the rest of the day

so yes you end up sporting his poorly styled ponytail where some strands are sticking out

also the type to draw on your arm

in the case that he doesn’t switch with the person behind you, he’ll just start drawing on your arm

ANYTHING absolutely anything

hearts … maybe even a dick im sorry he is a Man and he will start giggling to himself when he draws it on your forearm

tbh u just let him do it

it’s bc he looks so cute … like he’s so focused on your arm while you’re focused on your teacher

during those class seminars, he is STILL seated next to you

but you guys don’t listen to the speaker most of the time

he’ll have the 8ball app loaded on his phone and you guys will just silently play billiards on his phone

changes ur contact name to “sucks at 8ball”

when it’s his turn to make a move, you try and pay attention to the speaker

but then he nudges your arm to signal that it’s your turn and he hands you his phone so you can make a move

BTW idk how to explain this but the seats r like those in the movie theaters

imagine …. your arms on the same arm rest … side by side …. touching

he is actually so slick with it

unlike jake, you’ll often find him at the volleyball court instead of the basketball court

you enjoy sitting at the sides too

ur friends like playing so sometimes they’d play against riki or on the same team as him and you’d just watch as u wait for ur sibling to get u from school

or until you can commute back home with your friends

sometimes you’d join too

BUT only after telling them you’re bad at the sport over and over and over again and them telling you it’s ok over and over and over again too

you finally join in and play volleyball with them with the reassurance that they’re just playing for fun !!!!!!

honestly it’s so much fun but Menace Riki loves to target the ball in ur direction

(it’s so you can play too since most of the time … the ball doesn’t go in ur direction so ure just awkwardly standing in ur position 🧍‍♀️)

the next day, this mf drags u out of class HIMSELF to the direction of the volleyball court and teaches you how to set

“okay, hands above ur forehead, okay? 😒” and u’re just trying to take his directions

he’d be soooooo annoying when you set a ball properly for the first time too

would ltrly turn to everyone in the court with his loud mouth and start praising you

“hey, did you guys see that?? i taught her how to do that !!! i’m her mentor”

ofc it becomes something about Him instead but it’s just cuz he can’t risk everyone knowing about his big fat crush on you

(sucks to be him bc everyone already knows like … have you seen the way he looks at you?)

he’s secretly so proud and plays volleyball with you to the side instead of playing an actual match

it’s to help you improve

bc he’s your self-proclaimed mentor 🥹

and when his friends drag him to play, he’ll insist you play too on the same team as him

you know how like .. one touch .. two touch .. volleyball is until three right?

ni-ki loves to set the ball or toss it to you so you can actually play too

your hype boy 😍😍😍😍

another funny story with this boy was when you and your friend were on your way to go home

and it started raining

ni-ki’s bff and ur bff r dating ok !!!

so naturally, his best friend leaves his side to shade his gf (ur bff) with an umbrella

now u’re left behind with riki

u do NOT expect him to grab his umbrella, open it up, and tell you to start walking with u

shields you so now you’re following behind ur dating bffs

honestly it’s actually kind of a cute memory

sharing an umbrella .. so romantic 🥰

ofc ur friends tease u !!! those who witnessed it happen and when u and ur friend r safely sheltered from the rain,, riki’s bff starts pushing him and teasing him for finally making a move

the direction ni-ki needs to go to isn’t even where he had walked u to but he still did it so you wouldn’t get sick

ANYWAYS he’s the teasing to get ur attention when he has a crush type so

good luck

expect him to always be up in your business and calling your name out

just embarrassing you in all possible ways

ALL GOOD INTENTIONS i swear

he’s just bad at expressing his feelings

u guys r just an old married couple bickering in class sometimes

your classmates start making bets on when you two will finally start dating

when he finally asks you out, his cocky teasing behavior is just thrown out the window

he stutters and scratches the back of his head and looks anywhere but to you

indirectly asks you out

“wanna eat um street foods after class?”

“who’s coming with,” you’d ask

“JUST ME… just me. just us…”

ltrly something as simple as that has him blushing all over 😭

he has no problem embarrassing u and drawing dicks on ur arms and calling ur name in the hallway and throwing an arm around ur shoulder

but the moment he asks u to eat out with him ?? even just for street food ?? bye he’s so shy and nervous

it’s SOOOO unlike him

“oh, sure!”

his eyes would light up please stop

then his cocky behavior would come back a little .. just enough to be tsundere as he is

“okay… don’t think i wanna hangout with you alone or anything. it’s just a treat for properly setting last time we played vb”

likeeee no one believes you ni-ki

the last time u played vb was like two weeks ago so why r u suddenly treating NOW

it’s actually so cute when u start dating

he has such a Soft Spot for u

LOVES annoying u but is secretly so doting like please

i hate happy couples !!!!!!!!!

i hope u guys r HAPPY <3

note. credits to user @.luvknow for the layout of this post! let me know what you think! please discuss these with me i’m crazy

[pansyfemme]

jude + he/him + nineteen

COMMISSION ME

FTM, femme, faggot, fat boy, colorfreak and general rainbow lover. I’m a visual artist (cartoonist, sculptor, painter, etc,) currently in art school, have a special interest in twee pop, and i make transgender penis jokes on the internet. Stay weird with it always, yknow?

Art: @fagboyfriend

Twee/Indie Pop blog : @upforabit

selfies are under: #Jude pansyfem irl

putting a short faq under cut bc. i get the same questions a lot. check it before you ask about my icon or header or anything

faq:

How long have you been on T/How do you have a beard at 19? I came out at 12 years old, started blockers at 14 and HRT later that same year, and had top surgery at 17, making me 5 years on t and 2.5 years post op.

What show/game/comic is your icon from? its a cropped version of the album cover of the 1999 album “shake the pounce” by vancouver based twee pop band Gaze. It’s a favorite album of mine as well as just a cool little guy i like a lot

Where is your header from? a painting i did in gouache a year or two ago and thought would make a nifty header.

Oh come on, you’re not unboyfriendable! “unboyfriendable” has been my title for about three years now on account of it being a lyric from a song that means a lot to me, “all my little words” by the magnetic fields. EDIT: i am. in fact, boyfriendable, it seems. this has been brought to my attention recently. slight adjustments needed to be made but i carry on the legacy <3 (yes he’s cute)

How do I refer to you? Actually, i don't get this question a lot, and I shouldn't, since this info is both in my pinned above and in my bio. But a lot of people still seem awful confused. I am male. FTM. I use He/Him pronouns and masculine terms with the exception of compliments like 'pretty' and all that. I am not nonbinary, and do not like to be referred to gender neutrally. I simply am a trans man who enjoys gender non conformity and cross-dressing.

Are you Bi or Gay? this world is full of beauty. im queer. take that how you will. I like hot people but especially like pretty men. <- guy who will not shut up about his very pretty boyfriend

What style are you wearing/where do you get your clothes? I started by wearing my personal version of the japanese fashion subculture Decora Kei. My decora became a bit messy and grungy, and while i do still identify as a decora boy and wear full coords from time to time, i consider myself now someone who enjoys colorful fashion and takes influence from 90s harajuku fashion, punk subcultures, drag and other campy fashion. I shop a variety of places, but a lot of my stuff is from Kei Collective or Candy Trap.

What is Twee/Do you Make Music? Twee is a music genre I developed a special interest in a few years back. It's a style of indie pop that originated after the UK rise of the famous c86 compilation tape in the late eighties, and was developed with a focus on low-fidelity, diy sound combined with upbeat, bubblegum-y pop sentiments and a naive, childlike outlook. It's both cute and somewhat rough around the edges. I do not make music, and don’t hold any musical skill. I’m just a major fan.

Do you take commissions? Yeah, Info above!

Can you boost/reblog this post for me? This is a tough answer, i know, but if we are not mutuals, or I do not know you, I cannot do that for you. My reasoning being that I have been baited by very similar asks in the past that turned out to be scams, and I do not want to take the risk of spreading misinformation or scams now that I have a much larger following. I do my best to spread stuff that ends up on my dash and/or I can factcheck, but if I do not have that, I will be wary, considering my past interactions.

Can we be friends/Can I DM you? Anyone is welcome to send me a message of any type at any time, unless I have those settings changed, in which case i likely have it off short term, because i experience fairly regular transphobic harassment and i find it the best way to protect myself. However, just understand that I am a stranger on the internet. I don't always want to continue every conversation, and I'm not online all the time. I have all push notifications for tumblr turned off, including asks and dms, because it's much better for my mental health to be able to opt out of tumblr the moment I close the app. So, if i don't respond, i'm probably just doing something else or didn't see your message.

Do you have a DNI? I haven't in a long time, due to it being pretty frequently ignored and my following count growing to the point i can't really control that anymore. I can and will block people, but i feel my opinions are made fairly clear through what I post here.

[werecreature-addicted]

to the anon asking about the large amount of sex-trafficking/rape prompts/stories/blurbs, im going to try and give you a real answer

one major factor, is shame

it's a largely subconscious thing, the fact people's sexual fantasies lean toward this aggressive often dehumanizing scenarios.

but its something that has been observed in people raised with very strict social expectations regarding sexuality often having rape fantasies, because it is a way to indulge in their sexual feelings without having to admit to them, in a way.

i, personally, am fat and queer. and while never stated outright to my face, the fact that small children have on several occasions began crying while looking at me in the supermarket line, I would also have to assume im not that much of a looker either

any show of desires for intimacy, physical or emotional, has been laughed at. people asked me out as a joke when i was in school, my father's side of the family openly lamented my appearance since I was a child because my only real value to them was continuing the family line, and that's not going to happen if I'm unattractive and fat

the fact is I have been told my entire life that me being wanted was impossible, if anybody desired me they would keep it a secret out of fear of ridicule, and anybody who would be open about it must have a specific fetish or be using me

I want to be wanted, hell there are times I'm desperate to get catcalled, because that proves somebody finds me attractive enough to express that. (even if the reality of it is objectifying and rude) the basis of these sorts of fantasies are often rooted in being seen as so desirable, so wanted, that any and all restraint goes out of the window. (you know that romance trope line that's like, "are you sure? because once we start i don't know if i can stop." same idea) the tendency towards trafficking and sexual slavery are also rooted in this, but with the added bit of "see, somebody wants me so bad they will spend money on me, to own me. they will fuck me in a crowded room without shame because their desire for me isn't something they're ashamed about, i am a prize, and the fact they get to fuck me is something they will gloat about."

one of the major appeal of monsters is that they wouldn't be bogged down by our social expectations, or they would have ones of their own. there is no fear regarding being wanted despite my looks, because the things about myself I have been told make me unattractive, are things that they openly and voraciously desire. Also, for the fat folks in the chat, wanting to be picked up and tossed around by your partner is largely something we can't have, (BMI is bullshit but mine is nearly double what it "should" be) you don't have to worry about that if your partner is an 8+ foot tall creature that can suplex a sedan

so while in reality, me being stocky and fat is seen as something that makes me unattractive, a werewolf would look at me and go "ah, yes, broad as a brick wall and twice as thicc, he can take it in a tumble."

can you see where the overlap occurs?

obviously there are some generalizations and assumptions based on my own biases here, and everybody's got their peculiarities, but these are themes I have seen throughout my many years too many online

I also just think monster fucker spaces are a little more open to taboo kinks. like wanting to fuck a werewolf who could kill you at any second is already weirder than most people want to go. thank you for sharing your perspective anon.

[ilwonuu]

helloo! hope you're doing good <3 I have a hard smut thought..... HYUNJIN ATTENDING THAT VERSACE EVENT? THE FIT? THE PHOTOS? DADDY? SORRY? DADDY? well to get this off my mind i'd like to request a fic with hyunnie using reader as his muse or reference for a painting. He had known the reader since long and had a fat crush on her, the feelings were reciprocated but both never knew. One fine day hyunjin asks the reader to paint her with veryy prettyy lingerie initially she agrees on it. But eventually he gets pretty horny and asks the reader to get naked and then he continues painting. He can't take it anymore and he confesses his love for the reader the reader does too. They kiss and then..... can't wait to see your fic on thiss!!! Take care lots of love

OMG. this is a GREAT IDEA THANK YOU!!! i hope u enjoy<3 thank u for ur request !!!

how i see you

↬ hwang hyunjin

﹥*:ꔫ:*+ﾟ﹥*:ꔫ:*+ﾟ﹥*:ꔫ:*+ﾟ﹥*:ꔫ:*+ﾟ﹥*:ꔫ:*+ﾟ﹥*:ꔫ:*+ﾟ

𓆹 pairing- dom!hyunjin x sub!reader, friends to lovers

𓆹 summary- hyunjin makes his move on you. receiving more than intended.

𓆹 warnings-they have crushes on eachother, painting in lingerie/while naked, pet names, dirty talk, unprotected sex(what did you expect) penetrative sex, fluffy at first, lmk what else

𓆹 a/n- i got WAYYYY too carried away like seriously. im falling into a hyunjin hole. he can fall into my hole (please) im so sorry LMFAO lmk what u thottttt

໒꒱🌱⠈⠂⠄ ‹𝟹 🚞〃 ˝ ໒꒱🌱⠈⠂⠄ ‹𝟹 🚞〃 ˝ ໒꒱🌱⠈⠂⠄ ‹𝟹 🚞〃 ˝

hwang hyunjin. the pretty boy you met in your painting class sophomore year of college. he was sweet to you. (he thought you were the prettiest person in the world) he wanted to look at you at all times.

he loved the way you did your hair and dressed. he wanted you so bad. finally deciding to act somewhat on his crush, he asked you to model for him.

he wanted to draw you so bad. not counting his sketches he would get of you when you had your painting class. he loved your features. you agreed to model for the boy. getting your final touches on your appearance. making your way to hyunjin’s finally. you shaking away your nervous feeling. you arriving sending him a short text. he eagerly opens the door- well you don’t know that.

he was more than excited for you to be in his artistic space. and he thinks you look absolutely gorgeous. “welcome in. make yourself at home! let me know if you need anything.” he smiles at you helping you get comfortable.

“thank you.” he nods at you.

“of course. okay- how do you want to do this? you’re still comfortable modeling in your lingerie?” he asks you. his eyes shifting to your lips and down your body and to your- okay.

“yeah i’m comfortable with it if you are jinnie-“ he chuckles at the nickname. his heart loving the sound of his name with your voice. gosh he just wants to kiss you.

“okay- well i already set up my living room area. you can just sit or lay on the couch however you like!” he suggests with a smile.

“yes. that’s perfect.” you smile back. taking off your clothes that was covering your beautiful white lingerie. hyunjin thinks he hasn’t seen a prettier sight. you soft skin against the light fabric. it hugging against your body perfectly.

“is this okay?” you ask referring to your lingerie. the boy is caught in his thoughts. he can’t take his eyes off your beautiful body.

“i-yea it looks great on you.” hyunjin smiles at you. hoping you don’t see his dick hardening in his pants. he just wants to kiss your lips. “i’m ready when you are.” he tries to bring the attention back to you.

“yea let’s do it.” you try to shake your nervousness laying on his couch. “okay um get in a position you can stay in for a while. don’t want you to get uncomfortable half way through.” he laughs at his words.

especially when he sees that they made you smile. “okay i think this is good.” you finally say picking your spot. laying back to shift your gaze to hyunjin. “then we can start right away.”

he sits in his chair thats in front of his easel. he starts sketching the outline of your body. his gaze slightly intimidating at first. his gaze softening soon enough. you relax a little bit.

he gets entranced with your angelic figure. beginning to add the paint to his light sketch. “yo-you look so beautiful by the way. i had to tell you.

i really like that lingerie on you.” he eyes you again. allowing his fingers to stop. “thank you- you look good too. you always do.”

you confess not really knowing why you did. but hyunjin loves every second of it. “thank you. so do you.” he smiles at you again. his dick getting harder the more he paints the outline of your body.

“y/n- i know this sounds a little- crazy but if you would feel comfortable with me painting you naked? i think it would look really beautiful as a painting.” him hiding his hand against his dick softly.

“yea- i mean i’ve never done this before but i want to try.” you look at him at you start to take your clothes off painfully slow hyunjin thinks. he just wants to take you just like that.

“yeah you look- shit you look great let me keep going.” he practically begs you as he picks up his paintbrush painting in the features he sketched. not forgetting to not add the curve and dips of your body against the couch. he thinks you look perfect like this.

how could he not get hard? he tries to continue painting you for ten minutes. ten minutes too fucking long it seems. hyunjin is rather impatient. “y/n? can i tell you something?”

he ask nervously as you see him put his paintbrush down. slowly getting up to move closer to you. “yea of course jinnie.” he moves closer to you. joining you on the couch. he sighs.

“i’m so in love with you. every second of the day- i want to be with you! i want you always.” he admits as he he relaxes into your touch. you gently pulling him into a hug. “hyunjin- how have you not noticed that i want the same as you.” you smile and his excited expression. “i don’t know- i was scared i’m so happy you feel the same. can i kiss you?”

he asks leaning in before stopping himself. “yea- wait what about the painting?” he shakes his head. “all i want is you right now.” he pulls you into a sloppy kiss. his lips are softer than you could’ve ever described if you tried. never wanting to leave his lips.

wanting more and more as he kissed you longer. his hands roaming your body as he kisses you deeply. he is kissing you with so much want in him. he pulls away suddenly. “can i make you feel good? only if you want to of course.”

he asks you. “yes p-please.” you not caring much about your stuttering. hyunjin his moving to laying you back so he can hover over you.

you immediately tugging his shorts down seeing he doesn’t have boxers on. “no boxers? were you thinking about this? be honest-“ you taunt and you receive a shameful nod.

“can i finger you princess? want to make you feel as perfect as you are to me.” his hand is dancing up your leg teasingly. you want nothing more to have him touch you. “please j-jinne.”

his dick hardens even more at the whininess of your voice. “don’t worry. my pretty princess gonna feel so good.” his fingers don’t hesitate to snake around your slit. “i knew you would be this perfect for me.”

he removes his fingers from you to throw his shirt off. you whine at the loss of contact and the new sight in front of you. “hyunjin-please!” he cuts you off kissing your lips spreading your legs what he thinks is subtly. sliding his thick long finger into your wet cunt. groaning at how wet you are. “come here-“ he is pulling you into another sloppy kiss. “more hyunjin please!”

he doesn’t say anything just adding another finger inside you. “so good for me. my good girl. you look beautiful like this.” he watches your face and how it shifts in pleasure. “gonna cum princess? tell me like a good girl.” your legs are shaking rapidly.

his right hand spreading your legs wider as he fucks his fingers faster. you see his dick rubbing against the couch. pulling moans from him. “cumming ah please-“ as soon as those words leave your lips his fingers are tugged away from you. “n-no! was so close.”

hyunjin coos pulling you towards him by your hips. “i know baby. want you to cum on my dick. don’t you want that?”

he asks the the last part as he rubs h is dick against your folds. not breaking eye contact with you once. “p-please!” he kisses your jaw.

“you can take it princess?” he is peppering your face with kisses. causing you to blush. “yes i can take it jinnie!” he groans opening your legs pushing in softly. “you feel so fu-fucking good.” he laughs in disbelief watching where you two connect.

“tell me when to shit- move.” you clench around him. loving the feeling of being full. “fuck me jinnie.” you moan out wrapping your arms around his neck. he speeds his hips. fucking you deep, his arms propping himself to hover over you.

his gaze deep against yours. “i’ve thought a-about you- about this so often.” he breathes into your neck. “oh it’s so much- than i imagined.” he whines as his hips get rougher and more desperate.

“perfect princess. need you so bad. gonna let me make you mine?” you nod at his words. he moans into your skin again as you feel his hips buck. “gonna give you all my cum princess. tell me you’ll take it.” his question is hard to focus on. upon the boy looking so dead in your eyes while his hips are drilling into you.

“want it- all of it hyunjin p-please.” he smiles devilishly. “perfect girl. my pretty princess. taking all of my cum. if you could see how i see you. you are so fucking beautiful.” his final praise sending butterflies through you. as hyunjin also sends his cum through you.

he loves the way you clench at the feeling. cumming hard on his dick. “jinnie-“ you cry out for him. his hips slowing but not stopping as he starts to fuck his cum into you. “s-sorry you just feel so good.” he stops his hips pulling out. he pulls you into a kiss.

“can i still paint you? i didn���t lie about how beautiful you look. still would be a beautiful painting.” you comply<3

[carmesi-butterfly]

zerobaseone twitter links.

legal line. im sorry yall may be tired of the desperate gyuvin agenda but i live for it

kim jiwoong

he would never hurt you, but a bit of spanking as a punishment for being a bad girl and misbehaving it's acceptable!! his hands slap hard on your ass and pussy but caress it softly <3

zhang hao

completely unbothered by your incessant moans hao will devour your boobs until he feels satisfied with his work, your tits going up and down with every thrust you did while riding him only made them more tempting and attractive in your boyfriend's eyes

sung hanbin

masturbating hanbin was proclamed your favorite activity, the best is that he always says yes :3 at first it starts slow and calm, but he can turn into a mess fast if you don't watch your pace!

seok matthew

whenever matthew held you like this, always managed to make you feel so small... his strong arms holding you into a mating press like nothing and sliding his fat cock into your cunt so easily as if your pussy was made for him!

kim taerae

sex with taerae always felt so passionate and personal, he can have you wherever he wants and always take good care of you like a princess, his hand working profusely on your clit while his dick thrusts are so slow they drive you insane ㅠㅠ he's the romantic type, but i can't lie when i feel he does it to torture you a bit...

shen ricky

his fingers are so deep into your throat, making you choke only by fucking your mouth with them... ricky just wanted to lubricate his fingers a little bit before giving you the best masturbation of your life, but it ended up as an act of "asserting dominance"

kim gyuvin

desperate thoughts accompanied by clumsy and uncoordinated movements,, gyuvin can't stop his thrusts :( his frantic pace made his mind feel dizzy with all the pleasure, poor gyuvin, you shouldn't have neglect him like that

[yallfavblkgirl]

𝙈𝘼𝙉 𝙆𝙄𝙇𝙇𝙀𝙍.

ꨄ • 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 - mizu meets you, the man killer.

ఌ • 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 - blood, gore, kissing, and cussing.

𝙢𝙞𝙯𝙪 𝙭 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠! 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧!

mizu walked into some bar, not to drink anything but to look for someone. this person she was looking for kill 2,000 men in a day, of course this was 2nd place compared to mizu.

mizu sat down at the table when she saw a person with a hood on her head, the person got up and walked out the doors. mizu followed behind the person.

mizu followed them into a alleyway until the person stopped, mizu hid behind a wall and took a deep breath. she then turned around to see that the person was gone.

mizu felt a punch hit her in her face, she looked up at the person looking down at her. “why are you following me?” the person asked, mizu pushed her glasses up and got up.

she pulled out her sword and the person sighed as they did the same but the person smirked and threw their sword down. mizu shrugged and did the same.

the person and mizu started fighting, the person tripped mizu and pinned her to the ground. “answer me! why are you-” the person didn’t get to finish what they was saying before mizu kicked them off of her.

mizu tried to get up but she fell back on her knees, she looked at the person to see them smiling. the person held out at knife with blood on it.

mizu took her hand off her rib to see the blood from the wound, “tell me why are you following me?!” the person yelled before walking over to you.

mizu groaned in pain, the person sighed before grabbing both of the swords. the person banged mizu on the head and mizu immediately passed out.

after some hours later, mizu found herself laying on the ground with snitches over her wound and she gasped when she found out that her wraps around her chest were showing.

the door side open and mizu immediately placed her clothes back on, the person put their hands up and sat down as they placed the mini table down with a tea set.

“can we talk?” the person asked and mizu sat down, the person did the same, “i know why you’re following me now but i don’t care for the story behind it.” the person said.

“some fat guy snitched you up and now he’s cooking something.” the person spoke, “if it’s okay with you, i’m going to take my hood off but please don’t scream.” the person spoke.

mizu nodded, the person slowly took off their hood, mizu jaw dropped a bit as she saw their curly hair and dark skin. “good you didn’t scream so i don’t have to cut out your vocal cords.” she said with a smile.

“you’re- you’re a woman?” mizu asked but the thing she wanted to say was ‘your skin is beautiful’ but she had to hold her tongue on that one.

“yes, i am.” she said with a smile, “i’m y/n.” she said. mizu looked at her in disbelief, y/n laughed causing mizu to look away quickly.

“when i was young, my village was being destroyed by white settlers. they promised that if we went on the boat with them that we would be safe and secure but my mother knew better,” she started as mizu listened and took a sip of her tea.

“my mother threw me onto this ship and begged this japanese woman to take me in and give me a home, the woman agreed but when the white men found my mother they killed her without hesitation.” y/n spoke and gripped her necklace

“i’m so sorry.” mizu said in a low tone, y/n laughed, “don’t be sorry for me, be sorry for those white men because as soon as i catch them im going to kill him for what he did.” y/n said and mizu’s heart skipped a beat.

mizu didn’t know what she was feeling but she took off her glasses and y/n narrowed her eyes, “i’m set to kill a white man too.” mizu said and you smiled.

“whatever clever insult comes next is not as clever as you think.” mizu snapped, you rolled your eyes. “your eyes are beautiful, they used you.” y/n said.

“i’m a monster.” mizu said and you groaned loudly, “you’re not a monster! you’re human if let whatever people say about us get our heads we start to believe everything they say.” y/n said and mizu looked down.

“you’re not a monster, you’re a beautiful boy with beautiful eyes.” she said and mizu smiled a bit, “and you’re a beautiful girl with beautiful hair, lips, eyes, and skin.” mizu said bluntly before walking to her mat on the ground.

you sighed with a smile on your face, mizu laid down but got up and stopped her before she could walk out. “i’m sorry for trying to kill you.” mizu spoke and y/n sighed, “i know.” she said.

“but you’re kinda of a brat.” mizu said and y/n closed the door, “what did you call me?” y/n questioned as her eyebrows raised. mizu smirked, “you’re a fucking brat.” mizu repeated.

y/n tilted her head and got closer to mizu, “what are you going to do about that?” y/n asked as mizu and her started fighting again.

y/n pinned mizu to the ground causing y/n to laugh, “don’t so strong now huh?” y/n laughed but mizu wasn’t laughing it was like she was mesmerized by the girl.

“what?” y/n asked before mizu lifted her body up, y/n let go of her wirst as mizu got up with y/n still on her lap. “you’re so beautiful.” mizu said softly as she pushed her hair back a bit, the eye contact between the two girls was strong.

but y/n broke it, mizu followed her eyes and lifted her head back so y/n could see her eyes again. “please don’t look away from me.” mizu spoke and she immediately went back to looking into mizu’s eyes.

y/n’s eyes look at her lips for a quick moment before she looked up back at mizu’s eyes, mizu smirked as she pulled her in closer.

“the man killer huh?” mizu asked before kissing y/n’s lips.

pt 2????

[genacity]

⌗ halloween special! you poor thing.

cw. ꒦꒷ dom! reader x sub! ghostface! amab! character. gender neutral. dom to sub themes. breaking and entering — unrealistic scenarios. ass eating, anal fingering, spanking, degradation, dacryphilia. could be considered dubcon, but both parties do give consent. plot before porn, no specific character. not proofread.

an. ꒦꒷ happy halloween! 👻 thanks 4 tuning in… very odd layout, i know!!! but special moments call for special layouts!!! this fanfiction was originally going to be written w/ itto as ghostface, but i decided it would be better if i just let ur nasty imaginations run wild with whoever you want lmfao 🫶🏼 i kinda like the photo w the divider though!! may add it to all of my fics 🤭 sending love to all of my halloween fanatics, and to everyone who doesn’t celebrate??? pretend its the purge!!! /hj 😁 IM GETTING DISTRACTED LMAO ENJOY THE FIC!!

october 31. 9:31 pm.

snug in your favorite pair of sweatpants with a bag of candy beside you from tagging alongside your niece and some of the neighborhood kids as a chaperone to their vigorous session of trick or treating. they had roped you into the fun and torn the pillowcase off their pillows to offer you as your sweet-hauling sack for the night — you had ended up taking some girl’s pink unicorn pillowcase, in which she happily handed over with a toothless smile and a loud giggle.

safe to say, your niece began the night screaming as you had ultimately “betrayed her” for not choosing hers.

it ended up being quite fun, the roundabout, even better you had a whole two armfuls of free candy all to yourself. with your favorite halloween movies on your computer and your fairy lights illuminating your bedroom, you were sure nothing could ruin your night.

except the echo of a shatter.

“the hell…?” you murmur, pausing your movie. the sound of glass breaking downstairs catches your attention. it doesn’t sound like the usual glass cup, but more like a window or a door. “oh fuck.”

your heart skips a beat as you hear footsteps echoing through the hallway. your breath catches in your throat and you spring up to grab the nearest thing you can use as a weapon — luckily for you was a bat from your childhood. good thing you had a strong arm. or else you might as well have prayed to die from shock.

you slowly crack the door open and grip your bat, lingering outside of your door. your heartbeat was loud in your ears, eyes darting around, searching for any threat. you decide to stray a bit farther, silence following behind what was left of the echo of the intruder’s footsteps. you squeezed your eyes shut, praying it was a fat raccoon, hell, even a bear. anything that you had a chance against.

fear enveloped you like a cold blanket. quiet and frightening. you listened for a sign of anything, anyone. yet the only sound left was the remainder of trick or treaters and the few rumbling of cars down the road. your fingered trembled alongside your spine — you felt like you were going to drop onto the floor and pass out at any time.

the footsteps erupted from the darkness again. this time, they sounded closer. you turned around quickly and backed up against the closet door behind you, the sound of your labored breathing in your ears like headphones playing a song with the sound on the highest setting. you could hear yourself swallowing thickly as you looked around in raw fear, praying silently to whatever god that could hear you that the invader would think no one is home and just leave.

you finally decided to go and find the person yourself. fucking outrageous idea, yes, but if they wouldn’t leave, you’d have to make them. you forced your feet forwards and kept your head up as you made your way to the kitchen. the footsteps stopped abruptly, making you hold your breath in fear.

“who’s there?” you ask with a shaky breath. you grip the bat so hard your knuckles nearly blanched. you could feel the old wood splintering under your grasp, small pieces of wood poking into your palms. but the pain was nothing compared to the fear looming above you like a dark cloud, waiting to strike you down.

your question meets cool silence. but it only makes your shoulders tense. maybe you were just dreaming. maybe this isn’t real. thoughts swarm your head as your breathing becomes shakier, a gruff chuckle interrupts your thoughts out of the blue.

shit, shit, oh shit. your hands begin to quiver as the voice pools right next to your ear, like fear coming to greet you. you couldn’t see them, it was too dark — yet they were right on the other side of this wall. yet you couldn’t cry and give up, you had to do something. you vowed to never let anyone fuck you over, and especially not like this.

“you should never say 'who’s there?' don’t you watch scary movies?” the voice stirred. your shouldered stiffened as all of the strength in your fingers threatened to give out and drop your weapon. “it’s a death wish. might ‘s well come out now.”

you took note of where you stood. the kitchen counter was just next to the entrance of the kitchen where you currently were — maybe you could push them against it, render them immobile. anything to get you the upper hand; there was no way you could sit here, weak in the knees. weak in the knees?

you kept your mouth shut as you held the bat firmly, struggling not to let your trembling fingers give your position away, even if it was painfully obvious where you were. the stranger sighed, making you shiver — it was almost if their breath was right up against your neck, lingering by your ear. you two were mere moments away from one another, both not planning to move.

“well, if you won’t move,” they droned. “i suppose i will.”

in one quick motion, the intruder turned the corner and pinned you against the wall in which you stood, revealing the cloaked figure that has been tormenting you so calmly for the past half an hour. you screamed, nearly dropping your bat at how fast they had moved to catch you. you were frozen in fear. and you hated it.

“oh, dear.” they mused, leaning into your face. their arm was just level to your skull — where you realized they had driven a hooked blade into your wall, only inches away from your head. you could hear yourself breathing shakily as you straightened your posture, attempting to seem more menacing.

you were face to face with a mask. a long, ghostly face; one with droopy black eyes and an empty, sullen mouth shaped as if melting off the formation of its skull — the sullen feeling of distress and pain apparent in its face.

“oh, darling,” the voice behind the mask made your legs shake. “why so scared? ‘m only here to say hello.” they took your chin in their hand and tutted it in their direction.

you nearly went numb in fear as the hooded figure chuckled lowly. “so much occupied space between us — i’d rather fill it up with something more — interesting.” their fingers ghsoted your skin as they traveled up the wooden bat to the top, persuading you to let go. but as you stood, quivering in fear, they slipped the bat out of your hands and threw it to the ground with a large clatter.

“much better.” they said, the slight smirk evident in their tone. “i saw you trying to catch up to those kids you were chasing. babysitting, perhaps? i didn’t see any children around here,” the ghost-faced stranger pondered, looking around for any sight of a stubby toddler down the hallway. as soon as they were sure you weren’t someone’s parent — their attention turned back to you.

“you looked so stressed out there,” they cooed, their tone making your blood boil. “mind letting me help you out?” you gasped as the hand that was once propping your chin up slid down to grip your shoulder. “you don’t fucking know me.” you snarled. “i’ll fuck you up.”

the masked intruder laughed at your advances, making you all the angrier. “oh, how i would adore seeing you try.” they leaned in, the ghostly mask now only inches away from your face. “i bet your pretty head is full of ideas. god, now you’ve got me all excited.”

you scoffed. “i bet.” you reached out and index finger to point out the tent in their tunic. “now, will you let me handle you or not?”

this was a stupid idea — fucking some rando who just broke into your house at 9 pm on halloween? what the fuck kind of idea is that? but they were right, you were pent up — and after all of that candy, you surely weren’t going to sleep for a good few hours.

the stranger hummed, inching away from your face. “might as well. your efforts will be wasted anyway.”

you wasted no time grabbing them by the waist and flipping them around, slamming their back into the wall. you felt down their body as the cloaked one gasped, your hands trailing from their hips to their inner thigh as you hoisted the material up.

“no underwear, hm?” you said as you were met immediately with the burglar’s hard cock. they chuckled breathily as you made quick work of your hands, wrapping them around their dick as you stroked them up and down. “so b-boring,” the masked thief stuttered. “c’mon, hurry up and get to the good part.”

you rolled your eyes — what a needy whore. “shut up ‘n take what i give you. either that or i can call the cops.” they sigh shakily as you speed up your pace, thumbing their dripping tip as the invader’s breaths get more erratic. their fingers dig into the wall behind them, feeling around for some type of leverage good enough to keep them stable. little whines slipped from their lips as they bucked into your hand, making you laugh and push away.

“you’re so easy,” you tease, watching as the person behind the mask whimpered and turned their head to look at you. “and here you were, talking so fucking big. i should just leave your sorry ass here and call the police.”

they sucked their teeth as you dipped down onto your knees. “oh? are you giving up?” you scoffed as you prodded at their slightly shaky knees. “hold up your fucking shit and shut up and turn around. i want to get this done quickly before something else gets into my house through whatever entry you got in from.” you pushed the bottom half of the tunic into their hands as they turned sheepishly to face the wall. “why?”

“you said “get to the good part”. so i am. are you questioning me?” you asked. the person shook their head slowly as you nodded. “good. now stay still.”

your hands gripped the back of their thighs as you pushed your head in between their ass. they yelped, your hot breath against their fluttering hole making them shiver. “wait, what are you doing down — fuck!”

they gasped loudly as your tongue began to lap slowly at their rim, hands spreading their asscheeks apart to gain better access. your tongue worked skillfully around their hole, making the anonymous criminal drop their costume and push their hands into the wall.

“the hell did i say?” the stranger whined at your tone. “i — i don’t — i don’t know!” they sniffled, making you tsk at their pathetic pleads. your head swam freely with ideas of what you’d do to them for punishment — but you didn’t have anything on you. so a nice spank would suffice.

you lifted your hand from their ass and brought it back down forcefully, causing the cloaked person to sob (and arch their back a lil too 😏). “i just said it a few minutes ago. hold up your fucking shit.” you demanded. their left hand moved quickly to hold up the bottom of their tunic again. once they felt your sigh on approval against their hole again, they sniffled and squeezed their eyes shut under the mask as you continued to ravage their ass.

from sheepish whimpers to loud moans, this poor puppy was proven to be all bark and absolutely no bite. “even beneath a mask, you’re still just a little bitch.” you laughed meanly against their hole as your fingers roamed from spreading their ass to accompanying your tongue by their rim. “i — i uhm — fuck, i—” they squealed, the feeling of your fingertips lingering against their wet hole making their legs quiver. “wait, no, are you gonna — i can’t, ‘m gonna cum!”

you snickered again as your tongue pushed through their barrier just a bit, milking another shocked whine from their mouth. “i think you can handle it, don’t you think? it’ll feel even better than just my mouth.” you broke away from their leaking ass as shaky breaths followed your words. your heart skipped an extra beat as you saw their head completely crashed downwards, staring at the space in between their legs. the masked stranger let out a quivering exhale as they nodded weakly. “i want it in. put your finger in me. please?”

and that was all of the clearance you needed. you pressed your face back into their ass as you continued to eat it out. your fingers pushed through the crowd underneath as you slowly eased it in beside your tongue. “fu — fuck!” they moaned, throwing their head back as their fingers gripped around the black material of their robe. “good, good — more, please, want you deeper!”

“‘m sorry for breaking in — s-so good — i uhm, i jus’ — fuck..!” you ignored how awful that first part sounded as you quickened your pace and thrusted your finger inside of the ghost-masked intruder, feeling them slipping from their position as their back arched further into you. you could tell they were about to cum. legs shaking, knees buckling — all of the signs stuck out like a bright lantern in the dead of night.

if it wasn’t halloween and kids weren’t still yelling outside, the way this bitch moaned surely would have gotten the cops called for you. “please don’t stop, ‘m gonna cum — wanna cum for you, all for you, jus’ please don’t stop fuckin’ me!”

even if you were lockjawed and your wrist was about to give out, you sped up your pace just to hear those pathetic squeals and pleas — they would be of your name. if your poor puppy knew it in the first place. “can i cum? please lemme cum! so close, i’m so fuckin’ close!” you sighed into their hole, making them shiver once again. “fine. but only because you asked nicely.”

all they needed was “fine” — not like they could hear anything else. they were far too busy screaming and nutting all over your fucking wall to hear what else you had to say. hell, the damn bitch came so much you might as well paint your wall white!!! 🙄 their last spurts of cum shot out all over your floor as their legs finally gave out on them, causing them to drop to their knees and sink onto the ground. you came up behind them and pulled them up onto you so that they leaned against you on the floor.

“so, stranger,” you inquired softly and slowly so that their mushy brain could comprehend your words. “what should i call you?”

they looked up through the falling eyes of the ghostly mask that covered their face.

“ghostface. you — you can call me ghostface.”

THE SMUT WAS SO RUSHED OH MY FUCKING GOD THIS TURNED OUT SO MUCH WORSE THAN I WANTED IT TO I’M GONNA

ok hapy halloween

[riki-riks-chick]

Edging Jungwon till he cries?

Milk ┃Y.JW

sub!jungwon x dom!reader

yn punishes jungwon for touching himself

cw: handjobs, orgasm denial/delay, edging, kissing, mommy kink, yn calls jw kitten, cum eating, crying, over stimulating, dacryphillia, cock rings.

wdct: 530

i rlly didn't know how to make a full fic out of this so it's rlly short. sorry 😔

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Third Person POV~

"M-Mommy please... I've been so good.. Let me cum.." Jungwon is pent beneath you, you're straddling his thighs and his wrists are tied to the headboard with your favorite blue silk ties. You've probably been here for only fifteen minutes now, and Jungwon's already a whining mess, squirming and begging beneath you.

"Oh, but kitten we're just getting started." You laughed seductively, making Jungwon shiver. You trail the coffin shaped length of your nail down his length, running over the baby blue cock ring that's sitting prettily against his rosy flesh.

You're fully clothed, having just come straight home from work, pantsuit now slightly wrinkled from the position you're sitting in. You found Jungwon playing with himself and you decided to punish him just for fun.

Now he was begging to cum, and you weren't planning on letting him any time soon.

You wrapped your hand around his length, stroking him with a slightly fast pace, the melodic sounds of your silver bracelets clinking echoing with every flick of your wrist.

He squirmed beneath you, wanting to move his legs but being unable to with your weight on top of him. His cock is dripping precum, and the rosy red color of his tip reflects his need to cum.

Everytime he gets even remotely close, you stop, and it's unbearable. "Mommy... Please.. I wanna cum.." He's near tears and it turns you on even more. The way he's pulling against the silk ties, the way his cock is twitching against the air, and the way his hair falls into his eyes. It's all so hot.

"Jungwon... Baby, your begging is useless.. Bad boys get punished don't they?.." He nods at your question, though he's still sniffling. It's clear he's in shambles.

You continue tugging at his aching erection and he moans loud, writhing beneath you. "Mmm.. fuck.." He whines, bucking his hips into your hand as you pull away yet again, ripping him from yet another orgasm.

He cries this time, fat streams of tears rolling down his cheeks as he sobs, his cock twitching pitifully. "Please... I can't take it anymore.. It hurts.. Let me cum, please.." He's now pleading and your heart is hurting watching him cry.

"Oh, my precious kitten... You're so pitiful, baby.." You smile, leaning down to kiss him as he kisses back eagerly, whimpering against your lips.

"You wanna cum that bad? Hm?" You ask as he nods. "Yes, please mommy.. Wanna cum so bad."

You smile at his earnest, wiping his tears as you take his length into your hold once more, fisting his tip as you rub it mercilessly, watching him buck against you.

"I-I'm gonna c-cum..." He sobs, moaning loudly as you stroke him faster, watching his load shoot from his blushed tip, landing either on your hand or his abdomen. "Good boy.. So much cum, kitten..."

You pull your hand away, dragging your fingers through his cum before sliding them into his mouth. He moans around your digits, sucking them clean.

"Perfect.. Good kittens always finish their milk.."

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im not into mommy/daddy kinks but i felt like this might be fitting idk. hope this was okay.

[hijackalx]

*SOME DURGE QUEST SPOILERS*

***NONCON AND DRUG USE MENTIONS***

GORTASH SFW HEADCANONS:

ok to start i think when he was a prisoner his hair got rlly long and unkept and he hateddd it so the minute he escaped he chopped that shit off himself and thats why its so unruly lol (*EDIT he always cuts his own hair is what im sayin)

this man is such a taurus like everything about him screams taurus. has a taurus stellium fosho

would listen to superheaven

hes also sooo jenny by studio killers, disco man by remi wolf, happiness by the 1975 coded with Durge 😩😩

with durge hes also giving bf that ur dad hates but like thats canon. i think he likes that hes able to influence durge to the point that they rebel lol. the type of boy u run away with when ur younger

probably BLASTED jet black heart by 5SOS on repeat when Durge disappeared LMFAOO

also i kind of feel like the fearless buff to his clothing is more an insight to his character rather than him needing magic to not be fearful bcz he literally got the shit beat out of him everyday and lived in HELL how can he not be desensitized to everything at that point 😭😭😭 it does not get much worse than that my boy

hes so thique like hes just a big boned dude. tiddies SO fat too EUGH + thick shoulders/arms. he feels so warm and safe i just know it i just KNOW it gurl

also idk if it was supposed to happen but in my latest playthrough during the fight with him he dropped his bow and just started beating the shit out of us 😭😭😭😭 all hands baby like WHAT 😭😭 so i like to think thats his preferred method of fighting idk if thats canon tho i feel like i seen somebody talking abt that before but mightve just been another hc

occasionally does drugs. likes the ones that make him feel really elated (idk what theyre called in bg3 its some kind of dust or something) ALSO HC THAT HE WAS ON SOMETHING WHEN HE WROTE RHAT FUCKED UP NOTE TO FRANC (WAS THAG HIS NAME U GUYS KNOW THE NOTE) HE WAS OBVIOJSLY TRIPPING BALLSSSSS

lots of body hair…… everywhere……. straight and black body hair. that is so sexy to me let me smell the pheromones in your armpits king LMFAO (i think theres something wrong with me)

going off of rhat yes i think he smells good (DIVINE, even) as a woman that is feral and in heat all the time. but to normal ppl he may smell kind of weird. not STINKY stinky but like when u dont shower and ur natural scent starts to mix with the perfume/cologne ur wearing SORRY 😭😭😭 im trying to be realistic here. or maybe like when u wake up and didnt shower the night before and u can still smell the perfume/cologne u put on yesterday. basically what im saying is he might need to shower

hes just so masculine it drives me crazy I LOVE MEN !!!!!!!!!! I LOVE EEENERM. ME E WN

love language:

giving = lowkey getting acts of service vibes here but u didnt hear it from me 🤫🤐 gift giving too. tav is just his widdle babie and he wants to make sure theyre the happiest they can be 🥺😩

receiving = acts of service LMAO give and get back type of shit

relationship wise i think he is the most doting and sweetest person. like tav will never have to worry abt anything ever again bcz he will handle everything. takes care of them cuz they are his king/queen 😌

GORTASH NSFW HEADCANONS:

yeah going off that last hc he is sweet outside the bedroom but a menace in it. its just the way he is. its probably exhausting too 😩 like if u ask him to be gentler/less intense he will try for a while but probably wont enjoy it as much. he doesnt like to hold back.

i WILL say tho ☝🏻🤨 i think when he gets close to finishing he gets a little more soft/loving. he just has to get his badness out first yall its fine

HIGH libido wants to smash all the time. he also (POSSIBLE NONCON MENTION !!!!!!!) thinks that since ur his u should be willing to give it up whenever he wants it. (NONCON MENTION OVER) i think in the bedroom he sees u as a servant even if ur considered his equal normally. like hes a chosen of bane he has to feel like he has control over u in SOME way

can be selfish depending on his mood. sometimes he doesnt see u as anything other than a toy (lowkey hard for me to admit but i NEVA LIE GIRLS !!!!! 🙅🙅🙅) like can be such a fucking asshole about it too

BUT !!! when he is feeling generous he is soooo generous. EUGH like he will make sure u enjoy urself!!!! probably multiple times !!!!!!!!!!!!

dont know why nobody else has said he has a daddy kink. so obvious like call him daddy ms thing he will nut so hard. oh corruption kink too. like can u imagine Durge being so innocent when they first met cuz they were never allowed to get close to anybody and hes just sooo into it HELLO i got to write that fic NEOW

omg breeding kink too give him heirs. will fuck the shitttt out of u in a mating press. probably comes a lot too almost impossible not to get pregnant with him LMAO

likes to pick u up and fuck u. manhandling king. also will do the faerun equivalent to coke and wants u to do it w him then fuck nasty afterwards

i feel like he doesnt last an extremely long time. 15-20 mins is THE MOST youre getting out of him lol he just gets very excited (which is lowkey kind of cute??)

do i even have to say that this man is packing schmeat. heavy dick. heavy balls. allow me to bear some of that weight for u my liege 🤲🏻🧎

ORIN BONUS ????:

mostly nsfw

ok i didnt originally plan to add orin but listen….. gortash is a charismatic guy….. imagine orin was into him too LISTEN ! like shes jealous asf of Durge in that sense too not just bcz of them being bhaal’s fav. like when i think abt them i just am getting a vibe okay. this trio……..

every time she sees gortash and Durge acting close and doing all their yucky lovesick shit she just gets soooo mad. now imagine she shifts into Durge to get gortash to fuck her. yeah… yall seeing the vision? would he ever find out ?? imagine that was why he hates orin so much?? he doesnt want to tell Durge (cuz thats cheating hes not a cheater duh 🙄 plus hes scared theyll be mad at him) and thats why his explanations as to why he hates orin are so vague

[tomssexdoll]

This is like the most weirdest request, but like it's fine if you don't do it😁 idm, yes I was the person who said "I have a big fat obsession with your account" but can you do a story where bill and y/n were making out in the bathroom at dinner with there parents (😨) and he slides her panties down and fucks her hole hard until she cums and it leaks On the ground bc it's hot (im weird and high) and like what happens is she gives him head and after it they go downstairs and act like nothing happened!!

omg heyyy hehehehe

After Bill had been teasing me under the table during a dinner with his parents, I acted sick, dragging him upstairs into the bathroom with me, locking the door behind us.

"For fuck sakes, right in front of your parents? Do you want to get us in trouble?" I scolded him, backing up into the counter. He just grabbed my face, smashing his lips into mine.

I accepted defeat, knowing arguing will just lead us to the same route. I kissed him back, deepening it, our tongues swirling together and fighting for dominance.

"So fucking hot.." he murmered, holding the back of my head as his lips assaulted mine, locking in a rough embrace. His lips soft and pillowy against mine.

"Mm..let me fuck you baby.." he groaned against my lips, holding my waist tightly. I smirked and nodded, "fine..but don't take too long, they'll get suspicious."

He flipped me around, bending me over the counter and sliding my skirt down, his cock pressing against my wet panties. "Ohhh fuck.." he chuckled, shoving his pants and boxers off and letting it pool at his feet.

I felt his tip prodding at my clothed pussy, he grabbed my baby blue underwear and shoved it down my legs, aligning himself. He slowly pushed in, filling me up quickly.

Then he started to thrust, creating a quick pace, trying to pleasure the both of us as quickly as he could. "ohh fuck.." I mumbled, lolling my head down as the pleasure built up slowly.

He started to fuck me harder, pounding his cock into my hole, his tip stabbing at my g spot, small moans leaving my mouth. "Sooo good.." he smirked, grabbing my hips tightly.

"Ohh Bill!" I whined, holding onto the counter desperately. My legs trembled, his length slamming in and out of me roughly, moving faster and fucking me deeper. "That's right baby, take my cock" his hand landed on my ass, smacking it roughly.

I whimpered, his cock felt so good, like it was made for my pussy. "Quick baby..cum for me" he groaned, grabbing onto my hair and tugging it back roughly, bringing me up to his chest. He sucked and kissed my neck, careful not to leave any marks.

I felt my orgasm approaching, my pussy softly clenching on his cock, "fuck!" I cried out, arching my back to meet his rough and deep thrusts.

I could hear his parents still talking downstairs, the sound of plates clattering and utensils being used filling the house. "Can't let them know I'm pounding this sweet pussy hm? Gotta be quick.." he grunted, his hand trailing down to my stomach, then to my clit, rubbing rough circles.

I screwed my eyes shut, feeling my release approach at a rapid rate, gripping onto the counter harder, "ahh!" I moaned loudly, my legs trembling as I came on his cock, my cunt clamping down onto his cock, triggering an orgasm from him.

He squirted his load into me, continuing to thrust to ride out our highs and fuck his cum deep. He sighed and kissed my neck before pulling out slowly, his cum spilling out of my hole and onto the floor.

"Holy fuck.." I panted, "how about you suck my cock, we have time" he grinned, pulling me closer. I rolled my eyes playfully and got onto my knees, gripping his cock with my hand and wrapping my lips around his tip, slowly bobbing my head up and down.

"Mmm..such a good girl" he groaned, throwing his head back, hands tangling in my hair, guiding my head onto his cock. "Mm.." I moaned, the vibrations on his cock causing his breath to hitch.

I swirled my tongue around his tip every time I pulled away, his cock throbbing in my mouth, another release incoming. "Oh fuck..keep going.." he whined, making me choke and gag on his cock as it hit the back of my throat.

"Taking this big cock so well.." he praised. I kept bobbing my head up and down, sucking his cock hard and fast, small frequent moans escaping from his lips, his eyes screwed shut to enjoy the pleasure.

His grip on my hair tightened as his length twitched in my mouth, I knew he was close to coming and trying to make it as quick as possible. He slammed my mouth into his cock, deepthroating it so well.

Tears pricked at my eyes and saliva build up around my mouth, "fuck!" he groaned loudly, shooting another load into my mouth, forcing me to swallow every last drop, cleaning his cock as he finished.

"Good girl.." he panted, holding onto the counter for support as he took a moment to regain his composure. Meanwhile, I got dressed, quickly throwing on my clothes and fixing my makeup, wiping my mouth clean of saliva and cum.

I helped him get dressed and held his hand, marching downstairs, a bright smile on my face as I sat back down. "You feeling better love?" Bills mum spoke up, I nodded and began eating my food again, "just felt a little faint but Bill made me feel better" I winked at him, blush filling his cheeks.

She chuckled and continued talking, telling her usual stories to us when I was over for dinner.

tags: @itsmealaiah @itsangelll @kaulitzsbabyy @ballhair @tomsonlyslut @ge-billsgf @bkaulitzlover @charliesgoodboy @estxkios @miyukafujii