#I don’t really know how to tag this lol

[dao-afterdark]

oubaitori (i)

tags/warnings: homophobia (from reader and his family), stereotypes against gay/queer men/people, abuse/threats of death(all in the flashback part), reader can be seen as not an entirely good person, hurt/comfort, angst, financial abuse, manipulation, queer themes.

notes: FINALLY. My god this took forever!! I really, really hope you guys like this first part! I think for sure the nsfw will start on part 2! Please understand that the reader may come off as unlikable, and that’s for a reason. Let me know if there any mistakes, I won’t let this be reblogged just yet in case I need to fix something major lol. Silly notes: Xiao’s bio is here and here’s Wei’s! I see zeno robinson’s voice being what Wei sounds like, and for Xiao’s voice, I see reagan murdock’s!

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Your new roommate, Bingwei Gu, or Wei as he’s so readily and happily allowed you to call him, is interesting to say the least.

He’s energetic, unapologetically himself, and can at times be unreasonable and temperamental. He’d either wear an introvert down, or save them by carrying most, if not all, social interactions. For the most part he’s cool in your book, and apparently not exactly a playboy type like you first initially pinned him as.

“So who was that..?”

“Some dude I had an arrangement with. He knew I wasn’t looking for anything serious. He showed me is freaky side— a nonsexual freakiness, mind you— and, well, that happened. Sorry again.”

“Aren’t you worried about his threat?”

“Pfft! Me, worried? I get threats often enough. I’ll be fine!” Wei replies with a confident and playful grin.

You’re not sure whether to be worried about his careless response, or admire him for his conviction.

Eh, it’s not your job to worry, especially since he’s somewhat your senior. Clearly he’s got it all covered.

Settling into your new place wasn’t hard though. It’s lavish and comfortable, showcasing your roommates wealth, and Wei was adamant about helping out despite your assurance that you’d be fine, and he hardly left your side until it was time to turn in for the day. He was also generous enough to take care of the rent entirely, understanding that you’re already tight on funds, and stated that he hardly ever had to worry about rent anyways.

It worried you at first, not fond of the idea and slightly uneasy of the thought of him asking for something in return, especially if it’s something inappropriate.

But with Wei’s sticky sweet attitude, and the fact that he’s clearly well off, you prioritize your needed necessities to survive; college books aren’t exactly cheap after all!

The blessings don’t stop there though. On your first official day of the fall semester, Wei insisted on being your tour guide and took you all over the campus, and with his presence being beside you, you caught the curious stares and saw how- unsurprisingly- popular he is. Sparks of excitement light up in your chest. With Wei being popular and you being in his circle, surely you’ll gain some attention you can benefit from.

The school is grand, and proud, the buildings portraying a mix of sophistication and contemporaneous in its design. It’s been around for some time and only accepted the best of the best while offering vault of vast knowledge.

“And here’s the cafeteria! Food’s pretty damn good here, not gonna lie. Like it’s not like the shit you got in high school.”

Judging by the smell, you can definitely agree on that. The cafeteria is spacious and cozy, it almost makes you feel like you’re on some movie set!

Your tour with Wei comes a near conclusion as you arrive at the student government office, and one of the names on the pristine plaque catches your eye and sparks a memory.

“President Bai Xiao? Wasn’t—?”

“The president meant to show you around? Yeah,” Wei replies with a gleeful little grin.

You don’t know whether to laugh or stew with worry.

“Am I to assume that you’re Mr. (L/N)?” comes a sudden deep, and authoritative voice from behind, followed with well measured clicks from his heels.

“Speak of the devil and he shall appear~,” Wei grins, not bothering to hide his voice and dismissed your quick pointed look.

President Bai Xiao is a tall man standing at 6’3, and dressed sharply in crisp, grey slacks, a pristine white button up with a dark blue sweater vest and tie, and on his feet are dark, clean leather dress shoes. There’s not a single wrinkle, or stain on him; truly the image of perfection to some, and a try-hard to others.

Even his hair is meticulously well taken care of. Long, blue-black with a single strip of white, clean, and without frizz as it’s held up tightly with a hair tie.

Subconsciously, you straighten up your posture as his brown and blue eyes fall onto you after briefly stopping on Wei. Remembering that he inquired about your identity, you quickly nod your head. “Yes, that’s me! (Y/N) (L/N)!”

“Is there any specific reason why you weren’t with the rest of the new students?” he asks, his eyes never leaving yours; everywhere yours moved, he made sure to follow them.

“I was showing my new friend around,” Wei chimes in before you can answer, giving you a friendly bump.

Xiao’s eyes then cut to Wei, his eyes narrowing just a little more and his lips curling with quiet displeasure. “Gu Bingwei,” he mutters.

“President,” Wei mocks quickly in return.

“You’re meant to be in your business lecture right now,” Xiao continues, ignoring Wei’s blatant disrespect, arms crossing. The material strains just slightly you notice.

“I know, I know!” Wei carelessly replies, waving his hand as if shooing away a pesky fly. “But I can afford to skip at least once or twice!”

“Although unadvised, you’re not failing at least. But it was my job to do, so please don’t worry about it next time.”

“I’m not exactly sure why you’re getting onto me,” he starts, his lips, coated with with a little bit of shine, form into a pout full of faux innocence before he’s back to smirking. “You should be thanking me for helping you with your load~.”

What the hell!?

Your eyes practically bug out as you stiffly tick your head towards Wei, appalled and disgusted at his crude behavior, but can you say you’re surprised? You aren’t, but you are just a little, thinking Wei had a little more class than that. But from your experience and knowledge, most queers don’t have a filter or shame.

Discomfort and heat overcome you, and you give Xiao an apologetic stare. Xiao clearly is a straight man, because no queer or gay man dresses so… Sophisticated like that! Usually gay men loved to show skin and be different and or feminine. The only feminine thing about Xiao is his hair length. And besides, Xiao doesn’t look like the type to be promiscuous, unlike Wei.

Xiao’s face was like a stone, eyes clouded with tiniest hint of confusion before his handsome face twists, aghast, face flushing faintly. Finally, he schools his expression, letting out a simple sigh of disappointment before giving you his undivided attention, his face still tainted with a hint of blush.

“I welcome you to our school, (Y/N) (L/N). Don’t hesitate to come to me or my other council members for any questions or concerns that you have. And please,” he says, almost staring into your soul with those piercing eyes of his. “Abide the rules.”

“Y-Yeah, sure…”

And with that, and without a word to Wei, he heads into his office, closing the door sharply that it made you flinch, secondhand embarrassment squeezing your gut. “What was that??”

Wei shrugs, his grin wolfish and shameless. “What? I love getting under his skin!”

“Dude!” you stress, gritting your teeth slightly. “That’s the student council president!”

Wei is still amused and he rolls his eyes in an exaggerated manner. “Doesn’t matter to me, and it shouldn’t matter what he thinks about you,” he tells you, beginning to take languid steps away from the office, hands in his pocket.

“…Do you guys have history or something?” you asks after debating whether or not to keep hanging around him or not, planting yourself at his side.

“We do. Been fucking around with him since we were young.”

Wei didn’t elaborate, quickly jumping into the next topic, curious about your thoughts on the school and everything else. Fortunately for you though, you find out the history between your roommate and President Bai.

In short, they’re academic rivals from affluential families, but at first it the rivalry seemed one sided, Xiao not caring about anyone but his own progress and achievements, and Wei who was here to live life to the fullest in his own way. The moment when Wei, a mostly carefree individual, suddenly knocked Xiao from his pedestal as the top student, it was like a switch went off.

It was almost like a war zone, especially when it came time for selecting who would be the president of the student council. They were neck and neck, and the moment when Wei received more votes than Xiao, he dropped out of the race, claiming he really didn’t want all that troublesome work, and he just wanted to get under Xiao’s skin, to get him to see that he’s not perfect as the man thinks he is.

You can’t say you’re too surprised to hear how petty Wei is… Although, it was funny, you can’t lie about it.

And, you’re not sure why this thought even appeared in your mind in the first place, but you wondered if they happened to have fallen in bed with each other…

But there’s no way that’s possible. President Bai would never entertain such an idea, and you’re a 100% sure he’s straight as a bean pole.

One things for certain though, there’s layers to Wei and you’re sure he’s gonna keep your college life busy and entertaining.

—

The home you were born and raised in wasn’t really a home.

The definition of home is a place where one lives permanently, especially as a member of a family or household. But there’s more to it than just a vessel living in a furnished shell, or having clothes on your back.

Everyone’s definition of a home is different, to some it’s a person, but the principles are all the same. You’re meant to be safe, and happy; where you’re meant to thrive.

The place you grew up in was nothing but a turbulent prison. To everyone looking at you and your parents, they didn’t see the cracks, or maybe they did. But many seemingly believed the honeyed smiles and lies that you tried so hard to keep up.

Your father, the main patriarch of the household, was a star quarterback in his glory days, until he got injured and was forced to quit. Football was all he had, all he was, so he became nothing but a miserable drunk to nurse the pain and wallow in his failures.

Then there’s your mother… The main homemaker until she had to work when your father wouldn’t. In old photos you’ve seen of her, there was a noticeable spark in her eyes, her smile vibrant and wide, but now the spark is absent, sorrow and hollowness taking it’s place.

As her son, you’re one of her only sources of joy in her rotten, unlucky life, and she clings onto you like a starved creature in the wild.

Unfortunately, your mother poked the drunk bear and it changed everything…

At the age of 12, your mother was exposed for having an affair with the next door neighbor, Ms. Jackson. She was a very kind woman who baked delicious things she’d share with your family.

Your father raised hell when he found out. He dragged you out of your room by the back of your shirt and made you watch as he battered your mother black and blue, and she took it despite her pleadings for forgiveness. If you moved an inch, protested in any way, you caught a beating as well.

“Boy, if I ever catch you being gay, I’ll make sure they never find your body; do you understand me?!”

That threat never left you, it being permanently branded into the wrinkly folds of your brain. Not that it should matter.. You’re not into men.

From then on, your life grew into something more violent, suffocating, and lonely.

Ms. Jackson soon fled the small town you lived at, her reputation crumbling, and your mother not defending her. Your mother became even more of a shell of herself and did everything she could to fix what she couldn’t fix. She pleaded for forgiveness and sought out affection from you when your father didn’t want to be bothered by her, content with his poison of choice.

You didn’t want to deal with her either. Because of her, you barely had privacy, because of her, your father had forced her to stay at home so he can keep an “eye on her”, that meant you had to work more and he pocketed most, if not all your money for himself, and your mother trying to pacify your rightful anger by telling you “he’s your father and he needs it. I promise you’ll get it back”.

Of course you’re hardly did get it back.

Because of the situation you got into bad habits. You didn’t allow much touch, unless it was strictly from your girlfriends, but even then you wouldn’t let them coddle you too much, and you kept it brief when it was your sports-mates. You started having sex early to prove your masculinity and to assure your sexuality. You repressed emotions you deemed weak, and did anything else to prove that you’re a man, waiting for the chance to escape your dreadful parents.

Now, you can’t say that you hate your mother, but you know you can’t rely or save her when she’s so adamant about sticking by your father despite how pathetic he is.

As for him, you wish nothing but the worst for him. He wanted you to be a man, but he himself isn’t one since he chose to wallow in his own self pity rather than adjust to the bad hand left dealt him.

He could drop dead and you wouldn’t care.

And to this day you still believe it.

—

[Mother]: Hi, baby! Mom misses you so much! I hope school has been good… We miss you here at the house!

[Mother]: The holidays are coming up and we’d love it if you could come home for them! It’d be hard on us to not see you, you know..? We’ve always spent holidays together after all.. Anyways! I love you, honey, please don’t go silent on me, okay..?🥺🤗❤️

Your phone trembles in your hold, your knuckles cracking quietly as your grip gradually becomes unforgiving. By now, the screen has long since gone black when you were lost in your haze of depressing and infuriating memories.

It’s as if a stitched up wound was split open again, your vulnerability that you try so hard to bury and forget flooding back and staining you all over again.

Why couldn’t she just get the hint?

There’s a light, warm nudge against your knee that brings you back into the present. Wei’s gaze is full of concern and confusion, the corners of his smooth lips inched downward by a thread, and his well maintained brows are pinched. The TV screen is still stuck on the pause menu when you finally moved your gaze from his face.

Christ, how long where you just sat there staring and brooding??

“You good? You just sorta went quiet. What’s wrong?”

It’s easy to tell that he’s trying not to work himself, or you up. You can see the cogs behind his eyes working into overdrive as he tries to figure out what’s possibly causing you stress.

Words are caught in your throat as you weigh your choices. It’s been 1 1/2 months since you moved in with Wei, and your relationship has grown.

Wei, despite being an arrogant hypocrite, is an overall nice guy to have in life. He’s different than your usual type of friend since you’ve never really had a queer friend before.. He’s affectionate and touch was one of his main ways of expressing it, but thankfully he knows the limits.

Talking about your turmoil could help, but why would you need to talk about it..? You’ve been doing fine before, why this time are you feeling as though you’re about to burst at the seems?

Wei continued to watch you and soon lets out a sigh, smiling with reluctance. “Hey, you don’t gotta tell me everything or anything at all. I just wanna make sure you’re alright. I’m here for you in anyway you need me.”

The cracks expand in your resolve, and your mouth movies before you can stop it. “It’s family stuff… My mother is asking about me coming down for the holidays…”

“Oohh. So family drama, I see. Why don’t you block them? Actually, never mind, silly question.”

You reply with a weak laugh.

Wei raised up from the couch, adjusting his clothes while speaking. “Like I said, I’m here for you if you need advice, to bitch, a shoulder to cry on, anything, dude.”

Your heart aches as it’s squeezed tight, a knot forming in your throat, but you steel yourself as best as you could, swallowing it all like bitter medicine.

Wei then turns the game off and puts the controllers on their port since clearly you’re in no shape to continue your pvp match. ‘How embarrassing… Do something..’

“Do you want a hug?”

A hug?? You don’t need a hug. Does he like you or something…? No, that’s not nice, but-.

“Look,” Wei cuts through your tangled mess of thoughts. He slowly turns to look at you, a knowing expression on his face. “It’s nothing complicated, alright? I’m asking because I think you need one, but it’s up to you. I’m just being a good friend.”

A twinge of guilt eats away at you, but you can’t bring yourself to face it right now. “Right. Of course.. Sure!”

To late to back track.

Wei’s smile grows softer, his shoulders easing just faintly. He returns over to your side and plops down, closer than he was originally when you both were gaming. Your heart beats like a race horse, but you maintain an easy breath.

You wonder who will make the first move, but Wei answers that for you by wrapping his arms around you.

And oh… Oh you feel yourself shatter like fine china. His hold is comforting, warm, and safe. His curls are soft against your cheek and fragrant, making you melt into him further.

“I don’t know the full story, but it’s gonna be okay, alright? Even if it doesn’t feel that way right now. I’m here for you.”

You’re ashamed to admit that you cried your eyes out like an unhealed child.

᭄᭡ decor credits to: @/ribbonrabbitdaycare, velaazuretail, caecusmedicus, adornedwithlight

for those who may have skipped the flashback: to summarize, it’s shows how the reader grew up in a heavily traditional environment that was surrounded by violence. Reader’s mother cheated on her husband with a woman, and it kick started the bigger problems. Reader’s father also threatens to kill him if he ever finds out he’s gay, further traumatizing him.

[artandstuffszszsz]

I’m bored so here’s all my grian, grumbot and bad boys doodles, most of these are from a while ago but brrrr

[deadfuckingpoetry]

TY YUKA <3 @yukalovestopgungays

Hmmm 10 random side quests ok here we go!!

1. Learn to do something like knit/crochet/sew so I can make my own accessories or plushies

2. LEARN TO SING. I can only play my instruments when I’m home alone because oh god I can’t sing along to it well

3. I’m half danish and I understand it completely, but when I speak it (especially with the accent I have in my first language) it’s kinda obvious that it’s not my actual first language, so becoming fluent is def one of my goals in life

4. Starting a sport!! I really need to get more active and I really wanna start Thai boxing and/or volleyball (hmmm volleyball I wonder why)

5. Further decorate my room, my walls are already plastered with posters and album covers but I have a lot of room + tons of pics in my camera roll I wanna print out and make a collage of

6. MAKING JEWELRY!! I have a semi alternative fashion sense and finding accessories that fit what I like can be difficult sometimes, so this would be perfect (especially since I’d rather die than give any money to websites like shein or temu)

7. Get a pin maker and just go to town, my current pins are made from tape and cardboard and their structural integrity isn’t amazing

8. Ykw I’ve always wanted to ride a motorbike too and you bet I’d get a jacket and sunglasses just like mav has

9. Become a better artist, I’m okay as it is but kinda mediocre and I would really love to better visualize my OCs or draw scenes from fics

10. Make something like a short film, I’m already going to school where my “major” (idrk how to describe the Swedish school system) is in media and I would LOVE to be able to actually create something based on that

Tagging @screewithahat because again I don’t know that many people on here lol

Inventing a tag game-

What are some side quests you want to do? They can be completely unserious, maybe hobbies you want to pursue sonetime or something utterly outlandish?

I have quite a few. In no particular order-

1. Figure skating. Don't want to compete or anything. Just casually want to be able to do this.

2. Contemporary dance.

3. Being in the orchestra as a background vocalist of atleast 1 Sufjan Stevens song.

4. Leaning how to play the piano, how to crochet and pottery

5. Publishing a poetry collection, a novel and releasing an album in the same year, getting famous enough that I earn enough money to pick up a painting hobby.

6. Major in English Literature with a psychology minor (for context, I'm preparing for med school)

7. Having collections (of fossils, coins etc etc)

8. Giving a ted talk.

9. Owning obsure clothing and jewellery (fish tie, odd graphic tees, knife earrings etc etc)

10. Having a room where every square cenitmeter (METRIC USERS UNITE) has posters or vinyls or plants. Maximalist wet dream.

Tagging my mutuals -

@glitteredbubbles @youraveragestreetlamp @xxcherryberriezxx @florenceandthejellybean @wilsons-three-legged-siamese

@lc-27 @la-luna-del-lupo @yourfavvgal @scrunchybugzzz @clodyghost @nicoandthepoets

@sillyhyperfixator @sensationalstardust @lv3buzzz @ace-misplaced

[m1lkywaywritey]

Girl jeans

Relationship: Mikey way x afab reader (written with this ^ mikey era in mind but you can imagine whatever!)

Tags: Making out, blow jobs, face fucking, love bites, moaning, whimpering, oral sex, Mikey way's slutty waist, pretty boy, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, loud sex, established relationship

Summary: Your boyfriend Mikey tries on your jeans and they make his waist look super duper sexy

A/N: This took so long to write idek why ughhh, inspired by a post that said boys should bring back wearing girl jeans (and i took it literally lol), anyway i feel like the end is a little rushed but enjoy!!

Word count: 3512

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There were a lot of things you loved about your boyfriend Mikey: his stupid hair, his dorky interests, his silly laugh. But thing that always got you was his slutty fucking waist.

Every time the two of you fucked it was almost all you could focus on. Whether it was watching him try not to buck up into your mouth when you gave him head or watching him rut into the bed while eating you out - you were fucking addicted to those hips. You hadn’t actually mentioned to Mikey your fascination with his waist but he had to have known by the way you moaned while marking his entire lower abdomen up with hickeys.

You woke up rather abruptly when Mikey tore open the curtains letting the light flood into his messy room. A groan escaped your mouth as you covered your eyes with his pillow. You had hoped for a slow start to the morning with Mikey - you know, stay in bed together for an hour, eat breakfast together all domestic and stuff - but apparently Mikey had other plans. With your head buried into his pillow, you could hear him scrambling around the room, rummaging through drawers and piles of clothes.

You rolled over to look at him leaning on your elbow - eyes squinting slightly, still trying to adjust to the brightness. “What’s got you in such a rush babe?” You asked with a sleepy voice, fighting back a yawn.

“I forgot about band practice today, Gee only just came in and told me, and I can’t find my fucking jeans” he said clearly stressed out.

“Oh crap, what time have you gotta leave?” You asked, partly sharing his concern.

“In like an hour” he was being so damn dramatic, the way he was acting you’d think he had to leave in 5 minutes.

“Mikes, I’m sure you’ll be fine” you said, unimpressed, resting your head back onto the pillow. 

“Okay but I really can’t find my jeans” you watched as he searched a couple more clothes piles and still couldn’t find them. You were slightly amused by the lanky boy getting so frantic.

“You could just wear my jeans if you want?”

“Are you serious?” He replied, a little stunned. “But what are you gonna wear?”

“I’ve got a pair of shorts in my bag, don’t sweat it. Plus I’m wearing your top so it’s a fair trade.” You shrugged like it was just a normal offer but you could hardly hide how much you wanted to see him in your low-rise jeans, just the thought of how hot he’d look turned you on.

“I don’t know, are they even gonna fit Y/n?” 

“Only one way to find out.” You said reaching down to pick them up from beside the bed and chucking them over to him. Mikey scoffed as the clothing hit him in the face, playing fake hurt. He turned to face away from you to get changed into the jeans. “Oh come on Mikes, like I haven’t seen you naked like a hundred times” he started laughing at your annoyed tone as he slipped off his sweats.

“I’m putting on a show of my ass for you, what you don’t like it?” He joked, stepping into the jeans. You knew he was fucking with you but you wouldn’t say that you weren’t enjoying your view. You shifted to sit up on the edge of the bed, shamelessly gawking over your boyfriend’s sexy body. You crossed one leg over the other and leaned back slightly on your hands, eyes raking up and down. He pulled them all the way up doing a little jump to pull them over his ass which made you chuckle.

They were already low rise jeans but FUCK Mikey’s height meant they sat even lower on him. They were showing off that one feature you loved so much about him and when he did a little fashion show spin to show off the jeans, you couldn’t ply your eyes away from his hips, subconsciously biting your lip. The way the jeans were barely staying up because they were meant for someone with a little more curve, the way the light shining through the window highlighted his v line and his subtle abs, the way you could see his happy trail almost all the way down. Fuck, his happy trail was so sexy.

You must have been ogling over him for a while because when you finally snapped out of it Mikey was standing with his hands on his hips with a look of disbelief on his face, trying to stop himself from laughing. You even noticed your mouth was a little dry from having it agape a little too long. After a few seconds of silent communication through your eye contact, you stood up, walked over to him and crashed your lips into his. 

Mikey let out a small gasp at the sudden contact before he whined into the passionate kiss. One of your hands raked through his hair, tugging slightly, and the other came to rest on his lower back, caressing around his hips and your fingers dipping just below the waistband of the jeans. You used your lower hand to press his body flush against yours - needing him impossibly close.

“Fuck- You got this turned on from me wearing your jeans?” He asked, slightly stunned by the intensity of your make out. His hands roamed your body, snaking under his shirt you were wearing to grip your waist then moving them down groping your practically bare ass.

“Don’t act like I can’t feel your fucking semi right now” you teased, moving your body to please his growing erection. Mikey let his head fall back with a low groan, leaving you to litter his neck with kisses. You sucked on a particularly sweet spot, making sure to leave a hickey. “What’s the band gonna think when you show up to practice marked up all pretty, wearing my jeans, hm?” You hummed into his ear.

“Fuck” he whined out. 

“Oh, I bet you want them to know, don’t you? Want them to know how good I fuck you?” You said, word muffled against his chest as you trailed down to his over his body. Mikey whimpered out a pathetic “Please…“ in response and moved his hand onto your shoulder, pushing slightly to guide you down to your knees. You giggled a little at how needy he was being, you loved how much he wanted you - you would’ve loved to give in but you couldn’t blow him just yet, you wanted to see just how needy he was first. 

You sucked bruises into his lower abdomen, taking your time with each one like you were creating some bespoke artwork on his skin. Every mark you left, triggered a low mewl from Mikey, a non-verbal plea for you to stop teasing and suck him off already. You shifted slightly, face now level with his cock, just the denim and his boxers between you. He whined out in anticipation wishing you’d just pull them down and let him fuck your throat - but he knew you weren’t gonna give into him that easily. Instead you nosed his dick through the fabric and gave him open mouthed kisses - leaving wet patches on the denim. His breathing became heavier and more erratic every time you moaned against him - the vibrations driving him crazy. 

“You’re so perfect baby” you mumbled against him, looking up at him through your lashes. He gazed right back at you, starry-eyed, totally entranced by you. Bringing your hand up to palm his base, you sucked his tip through the fabric. His head thread thrashed back with a loud moan and a long string of pleases. He was almost at this breaking point and you were satisfied with his begging.

You unbuttoned the jeans - making a point to not pull them down all the way - and untucked him from his boxers. He looked painfully hard by this point, completely flushed and several beads of precum leaking from his slit. With just a few kitten licks  over his tip a series of ‘thank you’s spilled from your boyfriend’s mouth as his hips threatened to buck forward and he caressed your head.

“Be still for me, yeah baby? I’ll tell you when you can move” you cooed pumping your hand up and down, achingly slow. All Mikey could do was nod eagerly, whimpering and desperately trying to stifle any movement in his hips. He ran one hand through his hair and nestled the other in yours.

You continued to pump your fist as you nestled your face at the base of his cock. You licked and teased his balls, breathing his the heavy scent of arousal that hung in the room, before slowly running your tongue up the underside of his shaft and finally taking the head past your lips. The noises Mikey was making were borderline pornographic and you hoped to god no one could hear what was going on. You pressed further down until you had all you could take in your mouth, your nose was just shy of being pressed against his abdomen. Bringing your hand up to cup his balls, you flicked your tongue and hummed against him - trying to give him all the stimulation that you could.

With every passing second, Mikey struggled even more with your request to stay still - even at this leisurely pace. He was relishing in every sensation, drowning in the pleasure. As his hips stuttered slightly, you gagged around him slightly and shot him a stern look. “Fuck, I’m sorry, please let me move baby” He whimpered out helplessly - far past the embarrassment of begging.

You pulled off him completely and he groaned at the loss of contact. “You think you deserve it, hm?” 

“Ye- Yeah” He whined out desperate for stimulation but knowing better than to jerk off himself.

“I don’t know…” You teased in a sultry voice, feathering your fingers over him - god you felt evil. Mikey was fully locked in on staying still, eyes screwed shut as he pleaded with you needily. Fuck, you were trying so hard not to give in but he sounded so damn pretty.

“What do you want baby?”

“I want you, I want you”

“More specific pretty boy” You purred, bringing your hand back up to stroke him.

“Please, let me- let me fuck your mouth.” He moaned out, you were a little shocked at his vulgarity but you were eager to comply with his pleads.

“Go ahead baby” You said, mentally preparing yourself for an attack on your throat and taking his tip in your mouth once again. An abundance of thankful phrases flowed from Mikey’s mouth as he brought his hands to cradle your head, steadying his grip in your hair. 

He was trying really hard to keep a steady pace and start slowly, appreciating that it could be painful for you. However, it didn’t take long for him to get lost in the sensations, pushing harder and faster with each draw of his hips. One harsh thrust causing you to gag around him. He cried out weightless apologies as he continued to make you choke around him, his caring side trying to fight the indulgence - and losing. 

Drool spilled down your chin, seeping from the corners of your mouth, but by this point you didn’t care how messy it was as long as you could make him cum down your throat. You hollowed your cheeks around him and he tightened his grip on your head, speeding up again. The noises stemming from your uncomfortable throat only spurred him on further. Your eyes pricked with tears, breathing sharply through your nose. He couldn’t be far from cumming now, his hips stuttered and his moans were (somehow) getting louder. He cried out your name - along with numerous curses - and let his head lull back.

With just a few more thrusts he coated your mouth with thick ropes of his cum, groaning as he did so. He pulled out and you jerked him, letting the last drops of his release fall onto your face - which you promptly gathered with your finger and licked off.

You stayed on your knees for a second to catch your breath, staring up to admire him before he tucked himself back into his boxers and offered you a hand up. He cradled the back of your head and neck, pressing gentle kisses into your lips. “I’m sorry babe, are you okay? Did it hurt?” He asked sweetly.

“I’m okay Mikes,” you giggled “and don’t be sorry, that was fucking hot.” You deepened the kiss bringing your arms up over his shoulders, hand caressing up into his hair and down his back. He laughed into the kiss and brought his hands down to your hips, guiding you backwards until he lowered you down onto the bed. He shifted you to lay fully on the bed and positioned himself between your legs. As he hovered over you, he planted kisses across your neck and felt you up under your shirt with one hand (well, more like his shirt that you were wearing.)

You shifted in an attempt to remove your shirt but Mikey put his hand on yours to stop you. “Hey, I kept your clothes on for you, you should keep mine on too.” He said holding back a laugh. You rolled your eyes at his suggestion, you knew he was only doing it to annoy you. He seemed damn proud of his teasing too and you just wanted to wipe that damn smirk right off of his face.

You couldn’t stay mad for too long however as he began to nose at your tits through the shirt. Even with the fabric barrier, he knew exactly where to touch and kiss to make you squirm beneath him. Expertly mouthing at you, leaving numerous wet patches on the t-shirt, he kept a firm grim on your hips stopping you from grinding up into him. You writhed beneath his touch, whining desperately for him to move his loving further down.

Eventually, he complied. He settled with his head between your thighs, keeping that grip on your waist as he sucked bruises onto your legs and your abdomen- purposefully avoiding where you wanted him most. Whimpers and pleas of anticipation from you fell upon deaf ears for what felt like an eternity until his face finally came to your clothed pussy. Just the feeling of his breath made you whine out.

He pressed his face up against you, lazily kissing against you with a sharp inhale. “Fuck-“ You caught him whisper. He was trying to see how long you’d last but with seeing how soaked your underwear was, he couldn’t hold himself back. He pulled them down and immediately started lapping up your arousal. He moaned into you - the vibrations triggered a long groan from you as you tangled your hands in his hair, pushing him almost flush against you.

His tongue circled your clit so skilfully you could’ve sworn he was a gift from god. When he moved down to dip his tongue into you, his nose was perfectly hitting your clit. A long train of curses tumbled from your mouth, you didn’t care who heard you at this point as long as Mikey never stopped eating you out. Your body tried so hard to buck into him and close your thighs around his head but his grip was too strong. 

Mikey could almost feel the neediness coursing through your veins and it turned him on eternally, he was inevitably hard again already. His arousal did not go unnoticed by you at all. You watched as he rutted into the mattress, his hips moving in sync with the rhythm of his tongue against you. Every time your eyes began to roll back in pleasure, you willed yourself to stay focused on him. Staring at his waist as he fucked the mattress through blurry eyes. You would never get tired of watching him get off on you.

Your bliss was ever-growing as the pressure began to build in your womb. “Mikey- Oh my god- I’m gonna cum don’t fucking stop-“ you cried out, pushing his head even closer to you. 

Mikey released his grip on you, and your thighs practically clamped around his head. Your back arched into him as you humped his face, riding your orgasm as it crashed over you, Mikey’s tongue never stopped or faltered through it. You covered your mouth with one hand in a (very poor) attempt to muffle your deafening moans. With a few last bucks up into his face, you relinquished your cage on his head and stared up at the ceiling, totally dizzied from your orgasm.

After you had gathered your breathing, you weakly lifted your head to look at your boyfriend. What a fucking sight. There Mikey was, breathing heavily, a mix of your juices and his saliva smeared all around his mouth, hazy eyes staring up at you dazed in admiration. He’d never fucking looked better.

You chuckled at his messy state, sitting up and leaning in to kiss him, tasting yourself on his tongue. As he sat up, your suspicions were confirmed, he was fucking rock hard. “Have we got time to- ?” You asked flicked your eyes down to his erection, hoping he’d get the hint.

He didn’t even bother to look at the time before he shifted you to rest up against the headboard and untucked himself from his pants. He didn’t waste a second before pressing right into your sensitive hole, eliciting a choked moan from you as you screwed your eyes shut.

He thrust in and out, knowing exactly the angle to hit to rile you up. You were both moaning, sweating messes by this point - both sensitive from your previous orgasms. Mikey bit his lip, trying to focus on getting you to your climax before he thought about his - which was proving quite difficult as he had been working this hard on while eating you out as well. 

As he sped up his movements, the headboard bashed against the wall with every push into you. Even as he held the headboard to stop it, the bed still creaked loudly from the force of his thrusting. You stared down, watching him go in and out of you at a rapid pace, jaw slack - completely intoxicated with the way his waist looked snapping into you.

As he pounded into you, you could already feel that familiar pressure building inside of you. Mikey sensed it from the way you spasmed around him and he moved his other hand to rub circles on your clit. That was it for you, your head fell as your eyes rolled back - you were totally engrossed in the feeling of him it was like nothing else existed. You felt him paint your walls with another load of hot cum and you felt euphoric. Like you had been put on this earth to be fucked by him.

He collapsed, laying against you and the room fell silent with no sounds of sex bar the deep breathing as you both came down from your highs. 

You were both coming back to your senses, you remembered that Mikey actually had somewhere to be soon, he was so lost in you he seemed to have forgotten. “Shit Mikes, How long til band practice?” He jumped up at your question as if it had snapped him back into reality. 

“Shit, shit, shit” He mumbled as he scavenged around his room for an acceptable, unstained top to wear, landing on the anthrax one he wore almost every damn day. He turned on his straighteners and got to work on his guy-liner and you chuckled at his little diva routine. You got up to get ready as well and you slipped on your shorts.

“Can I come with you to band practice today?” You asked, you had nothing else to do and you got along well with the guys so you couldn’t see why not.

“Yeah of course” Mikey said assessing his hickeys in the mirror.

“I can’t wait to see their faces when they see those baby” You giggled. 

“Did you have to give me so many Y/n? I look like a fuckin cheetah” He said playfully.

“You look so pretty… and your ass looks so good in my jeans,” You gave him a quick peck on the cheek, “Come on, we’re gonna be late”

The two of you rushed downstairs, quickly grabbing some breakfast before running out to see Gerard leaning against his car. He looked very unimpressed and impatient - you wondered how long he’d been waiting for you both.

Before you could even start to apologise or make excuses for your tardiness, Gerard cut you off, “Y’know what, I don’t even wanna know, get in the damn car.” You and Mikey exchanged a slightly guilty look before doing what Gee told you to do. At this point who were you to argue with your driver?

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A/N: Thank you for reading!!! let me know what you thought if you want, i love reading comments

[diaday333]

Hey everyone! Usually I like to keep my posts a lot more lighthearted and just post my sporadic updates on me and the gods, but lately I’ve been seeing some stuff here in helpol tumblr that I feel like I need to talk about.

So with the rise of conservatism happening in America, we’re seeing it in everything from politics to fashion to… here it seems? Now ofc I know not everyone here is from America or even a western country, but also I know this stuff doesn’t exist in a vacuum. Now what I have been seeing here isn’t exactly becoming more conservative, BUT I’m definitely seeing a more downward shift in this space? For example, I can’t hop onto here and look under the Hellenic polytheist tag without seeing someone talking about hating some god (for example all the Zeus hate???) or seeing someone talk about seeing people talking about hating a god. But it’s not only that, I feel like this space has become a lot more limited? I became a Hellenic polytheist back in 2021 and back in the day (a ripe 4 years ago), everyone was so much more carefree and less constricting with their posts (and presumably their worship).

Yes, as I became older and more experienced, did I think some of the posts I saw on here were strange or ‘cringe’? Yes, I even thought how I used to worship was cringe! But would I rather see that than seeing everyone talking about hating Zeus or talking about how you can and can’t worship? Yes absolutely! I’m definitely not a veteran, so I don’t know how the Hellenic polytheist space was before 2020 or even long before that (I know some people have been following this religion before even finding others on social media spaces lol), but that fact I’ve seen such a rapid change in just 4 years is kinda odd to me. Or even just last year, I feel like it was so much better.

Not to be a Debbie downer, but with living in the US and seeing again, the rise in conservatism and just seeing the internet becoming worse and worse everyday, it really hurts to see that happening here of all places. I don’t know if it’s just me or if I’m being dramatic, but I feel like it’s becoming a lot more sanitized here. Like I said, while I may have thought it was ‘cringe’, some of the stuff I was seeing here, I’d much rather see (probably) 13 year olds talking how they offered Apollo their morning orange juice or whatever it is and how they saw like 50 crows on the way to school lmao. While this isn’t ridiculous (I just couldn’t think of a good example of the top of my head), I’d rather see people’s ridiculous random offerings and them making something dramatic out of nothing (like seeing one crow and freaking out) than what I’m seeing today. I still see some silly stuff here ofc, but even then it’s few and far between and not as special as it used to be.

It’s just weird for me to see because being a polytheist/ pagan/ witch or whatever anyone here calls themselves was seen as more ‘freeing’ and allowed them to get silly with it, but now I’m just seeing posts on people policing on how to worship and why you shouldn’t worship this god and you should worship this one instead 😭 like what are we doing? And yes, this has always been a thing (trust me, I know), but before, people would get thrown into the sun for trying to police worship and now I see people agreeing with them? Like people were more ‘do what you want (as long as you’re respectful!!)’ and now it’s ’do this and this to properly worship a god.’ Like as long as you’re respectful (and doing the basics lmao) and happy, who cares?? It’s between you and the gods, not anyone else. I could say more on this, but instead I’m going to move on and say wtf is with all the god hating??? Like if it was just once or twice, it’s whatever, that’s always existed unfortunately, but it’s like a trend??? With Zeus specifically, all I have to say is if you’re a Hellenic polytheist and you want to keep believing the myths… that’s between you and the gods (and your lack of common sense I fear). Like the first thing you do when you become a Hellenic polytheist is let go of the myths??? This a religion, not a fandom. And lastly, yes this space has always had its problems, transphobia, misogyny/ sexism, and more recently Zi^nism 💀, but I don’t know how to explain how those have always felt more ‘small’ and manageable, now I don’t even want to open tumblr because all I see is people talking how they met someone who hates Apollo 😭

That’s the end of the post, I’m sorry it’s so long. I just really love being a Hellenic polytheist and I couldn’t have got there without helpol tumblr. Literally how I found Hellenic polytheism exists is because of Tumblr. I love this space and what it’s given me (and others!!) and I don’t want to lose that to whatever’s going on. Love you guys and if you have also being seeing stuff like this, lmk!! I hope I’m not just being dramatic and blowing stuff out of proportion. Bye and let’s hope my next post will be shorter (and happier!!).

[passionartx]

Mini Health/life update!:

Just wanted to drop a lil update cause I’ve been mega mia! At the end of September/start of October I ended up being hospitalised for about a week due to getting a pretty bad case of pneumonia. Was a really scary time but I luckily got through it but am still undergoing tests to montier recovery and am dealing with knock on effects from my other chronic health issues.

Against all odds I luckily still managed to play Dorothy in the production of Wizard Of Oz I was in and since then and have been trying to catch up with university and get through other irl home and mental/physical health issues. (And a power outage and rat infestation… I’m starting to get how tails feels when we all put him through horrific events for angst).

I can’t express how much people’s support and patience has meant to me and while I’m not 100% back I really hope I can get back on tumblr a bit more soon cause I love and miss the bros and everyone on here so much! 💛💛💛

I really hope you’ve all been well and will try and get back to everyone soon! 🫂

It’s my birthday this coming Wednesday and if one more crazy life event happens to me before then I think I’m actually gonna go insane lol.

[sonthelast]

A few drawings I made about kids that travel through a dreamscape, a land in between everyone’s dreams. On their way to kill god.

[daeyumi]

i love it when ppl put kirby into desserts

[daily-neurodivergent-character]

I completely forgot to mention it in this pinned post, so it’s honestly completely on me, but I want to tell everyone the requirements for the submissions!

1. Character name, of course

2. Source media (what the character is from)

3. What neurodiversity(s) you want me to put (Autism, ADHD, ocd, anxiety, did, bpd, npd, etc)

4. Whether they canonically have whatever you put for the last one, or if it’s a headcanon

A lot of people forget about those last two, but again I can’t really blame them as I really should’ve put all those in this intro/pinned post from the start!

Intro Post!!!

Hey everyone!

I got inspired by the daily color blogs ( @daily-pink-character @daily-red-character @daily-orange-character @dailyyellowcharacters @daily-green-character @daily-blue-character-too @daily-purple-character @dailyrainbowcharacter @daily-white-haired-character @daily-monochrome-character) and the daily blogs inspired by them ( @dailycircuscharacters @daily-robot-characters @dailypuppetcharacter @daily-clown-character ), especially @daily-winged-character , who made a post of some daily character blog ideas, with daily autistic character being one of them! Though why just autistic? Theres many many different diverse "disorders" (although that term has too many negative connotations for my liking)! I decided to make a daily blog all about all sorts of neurodiverse characters!! So here it is!

About The Mod!

-They/She pronouns

-Diagnosed with Autism, Adhd, Ocd, and Anxiety

-Cartoon enthusiast

-Even bigger indie game enthusiast

-Warning, I will rant about my favorite games whenever I get the change

-Pro-palestine, pro-abortion, pro-lgbt, etc

-DNI if you are a / a supporter of MAPs (Pedos), TERFs, Pro-Genocide, Racist, Transphobic, Aro/Ace Exclusionists, Anti-rights, Sexist, Autism-Speaks defender, etc etc

-Also im gay as heck!

So yeah! Come request some neurodivergent characters!! Id prefer canon ones but headcanons are fine too as long as you specify! Im open to most fandoms, though certain ones are a bit uncomfy for me so i might not take certain requests. Oh, and id rather not any very nsfw medias, please!

[bananacat76]

ain’t nothin gonna break their stride….!!

[artsymeeshee]

It’s been a while since I uploaded this post and I did want to post more parts to it but lately my motivation to draw has been lacking (might be a small burnout currently). But! I did want to give a small gist of what my ideas were for the after-events of the finale.

I mainly wanted to show my 6th point of Ford going in this weird bubble that Stan’s in and help him. There might be a small chance I’ll draw out other specific thoughts I have but I mainly wanted to draw the comic of them both together. There’s also another drawing I’m dying to show after Bill finally died lol but it’s something special that needs to wait.

[fancyfeathers]

Ahhhh this is so cute, thank you for the tag love!!!❤️❤️❤️

Your Name/Nickname: Fancy

Favourite Yandere Type (or traits): delusional, possessive, obsessive, over protective

Favourite Yandere Character: If we are talking about in canon I would say Erik from the Phantom of the Opera, and I know this may seem like a stretch but I would say Anakin Skywalker as well along with Louis James Moriarty (and yes I would say he is a yandere in canon). Now if we are talking about non canon, then I would say Capitano, Hal Jordan, William James Moriarty, and Jean-Paul Valley.

Star Sign: Pisces

How did you get into Yandere Content/Your first yandere media encounter: I honestly don’t remember the first yandere related thing I read but I remember sitting backstage before a ballet show and reading fanfic on my phone and just like thinking… “huh I kinda like the yandere trope.” Now technically I guess the first yandere related thing I read was Phantom of the Opera but I guess I’m more talking about fanfic here lol.

Yandere Pet Peeve: I don’t really like soft or lowkey yanderes, I want that heavy obsession content, blackmail, kidnapping, drugging, heavy isolation, I want that dark content mixed in with kisses, cuddles, loving touches, and so on.

And I’m tagging: @yandere-wishes @jymwahuwu @couldeatthatgirlforlunch @yandere-romanticaa @brawberryz @onceinamillionposter

Tag Game

Starting a new tag game for yandere creators/fans

Make yourself or your oc with this Picrew:

Your name/nicknames: Calcite (Cal)

Favorite yandere type (or traits): Soft, protective, isolating.

Favorite yandere Character: Ren Hana and Jacob Alden

MBTI/Star sign (you can do one or both): INFP, Cancer

How did you get into Yandere Content/Your first yandere media encounter: First it was phantom of the opera. Then came Quotev fics and yandere asmr 🫢

Yandere pet peeve: I hate it when the love interest is genuinely mean. I understand bratty or a bit messed up but whenever they're just cruel for no foreseeable reason I stop interacting with the content.

And I'm tagging:

@harumoris-yanderes @veebutyans @bun3333s @bottldteardrop @humongouspapercolor anyone else who wants to join!

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

I feel like, if he could, Satoru would choose to take on his spouse's last name, just like Toji did

ANON . I’M GRABBING YOUR SHOULDERS SO HARD RN CAN YOU FEEL IT .

I AGREEEEEEEEEEE . I’VE NEVER AGREED WITH ANYTHING MORE . as cocky as satoru can be i truly believe the gojo name is an INTENSE weight on his back. one that he’s grown used to. :(((( so if he met someone who made him feel like he could let go off that weight…. he absolutely would. i think satoru wants to be Yours more than he wants you to be His, you know? he wants to be let into YOUR life, not the other way around, because his own life is so bleak in comparison. i think he’d get sooo giddy at the idea of having your last name 🥺🥺

….. it’d also be a very big “fuck you <3” to his clan and the higher ups . which he’d find fun. (he corrects people VERY sternly if they ever refer to him as gojo instead of your last name …. it’s a little scary)

[simonscones]

i wish carry on had a movie or a show so i could make one of those “no one mourns the wicked” edits with simon and davy (this is a lie because i cannot edit)

[idkwhatimdoingbutslay]

Caitlyn literally went to war for the cooch. Caitlyn LOST AN EYE FOR THE COOCH. She set the bar imo.

[thegooblet]

you know how cats will leave dead mice and birds on your doorstep as gifts? lifesteal mapicc totally does that shit