#LISTEN THIS FUCKER HAS LIKE- 2 figures of him maybe

[biohazard-inevitable]

I opened tumblr to make a dumb post about something and instead was punched in the face with

“Hey you know that f/o you have that never has figures of him? Yea well theres a new one coming out nearly 15 years after the show released”

ANYWAYS LOOK AT HIM!!!!! SCREAMING!!!!! SEPTEMBER!!!!!

[sonarspace]

sweet syrup, satoru gojo

synopsis: emotions are all over the place when fwb!gojo stands you up… for another girl? content: fluff (kinda). smut (food play, fem!receiving, orgasm, unprotected sex) wc: 3.1k a/n: another fic within 24hrs to make up for my absence :). (not proofread!). this is a result of listening to sesame syrup by cigarettes after sex on repeat.

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your phone chimes with a text from satoru “are you free this week? i’m coming to your city”. to which you reply almost instantly. “yeah, i can make some time.”

he texts back: “no need to cancel any plans. i can work around it. just wanna spend some time with you while i’m here.” making your heart flip.

“i have an event to attend tonight, but can i come over sometime between 2 and 3?” he sends another text.

it’s not really like you had much going on in the week so you decided to say yes. to which he sends a winky face and a see you soon.

it’s almost 2am when you’re done getting ready. it has been a while since you’ve seen each other and while satoru has seen you in all your rawness. you figured it wouldn’t hurt to dress up a bit.

you decide to wear an ocean blue lingerie set (his favorite color) and a sheer white dress over it, leaving nothing to imagination. you hope you can catch him off guard with this look.

you look at the clock and it’s already 2:30am. you decide to send him a text to confirm he’s going to come up or not. it’s not like satoru to stand you up especially on a plan he’s made.

“are we still good for tonight?” you text. but no reply comes through. he did say 3am didn’t he, you think to yourself. maybe he’ll be there by then. you sigh and decide to put on a movie.

you give him the benefit of the doubt and wait a bit longer past 3. but you regret that decision as you are watching instagram stories and see a pic of none other than, satoru gojo in all his glory at the party he said he’d be. an angry pout takes over your lips.

what gets you isn’t the fact that he may still be at the party but who he is with. some model’s lips are pressed to his cheeks – hand hovering over her back and his stupid people winning grin plastered on his face.

posted 20 minutes ago. you inhale deeply, trying to keep the tears at bay. you didn’t even know why you were hurt. after all you were just fuck buddies and nothing more. you suppose it was the anger making you cry.

feeling stupid at even trying to dress him for him, streaks of black mascara run down your face. you look at yourself in the mirror and take a deep breath, willing yourself to not cry over some rich fucker.

you wipe your make up and change into a pair of sweatpants and lay back down on the couch. continuing your show trying to distract yourself from the indirect rejection you felt.

but your mind kept going back to him. why would he wanna be with you when he can get all those pretty girls with their perfect bodies. girls who could probably make him feel far better than you do.

you were stupid to think there was something going in between the two of you. as soon as that thought crosses your mind a text chimes. “baby, i’m so sorry. almost there. 5 minutes.”

you scoff at the nickname ‘baby’ huh. “don’t bother. i’m going to sleep.” but you don’t get a reply back. instead what you get is loud repetition of knocks on your apartment door followed by your name.

he waits a beat and then continues knocking. “not leaving until you open the door” he texts you. out of compassion for your neighbors, you open the door. his hand stops mid knock as you gesture him to get in.

"i'm really sorry, i swear i didn't mean to keep you waiting for so long." he starts rambling and you look at him with a plain stare and arms crossed to let him know you're not having his bullshit — you already know he has other priorities.

"i lost track of time and i left the party as soon as i realized. my phone was dead, so i couldn't even text you. i just charged it on the way here. darling, you know i'd never keep you waiting," he moves closer to grab your hands and you let him.

you gulp hard trying to not cry. he reaches to touch your face but you jerk your head away. "don't gojo." the change stings him and you see a look of hurt pass over his face. "please" he drags out the syllable. "okay," you tell him and he almost smiles but you reach out and wipe the lipstick mark off his cheek bringing it up to his eyes "what's this then?"

he narrows his eyes at your thumb in thought, "it's nothing, i swear. she kissed my cheek out of nowhere and they took the photo and i moved away from her just as fast." and you scoff in disbelief, "you just have an answer for everything, don't you gojo."

he groans “just give me a minute,” and pulls out his phone — going through his texts to show the photos of him taken throughout the night. out of habit you take in his appearance. he looks unbelievably sexy in an all black outfit, a sheer black tank and a black overcoat with matching suit pants. you're immediately reminded of your white dress that you had picked earlier and think how perfectly it’d match his outfit. a tear involuntarily escapes your eye.

you wipe it casually before he can notice. he pulls up the photo probably going around on social media at the moment and then the one of him moving away from the lady, "see!" he exclaims. and you sigh, "what do you want me to say gojo?"

"first off, don't call me gojo. secondly, forgive me. it was an honest mistake, you know i'd never do it on purpose. and lastly, i've missed you so so much baby," he drops his forehead to yours and you don't pull away. cause you've missed him just the same.

"go home," you whisper to him. "can't." he replies in the same manner. "it's too late and i didn't get my car. let me stay. let me make it up to you."

you pull away from him and turn towards your bedroom. he lets out a sigh of relief thinking maybe you were giving him a second chance but his shoulders deflate just as quick when you say, "you can take the guest room."

and so he does. he'd take any chance to be close to you since his job makes it hard for him to stay around you for long periods of time. so whenever he comes to this city, he'd prefers to stay with you rather than at a hotel.

and although your relationship and feelings for each other were hidden under the title of "fuck buddies" you both knew it was more than that. both of you went exclusive as soon as you started sleeping with each other. hell you don't think you could find anyone who would fuck you as good as satoru does. and he doesn't even want to try because the way your pussy makes him feel is other worldly.

he gets out of the shower and opts to wear just his boxers and lays comfortably at the thought of making it up to you in the morning. meanwhile you twist and turn trying to find a position to sleep, wondering if you should give in or keep it up so he knows what he did was wrong.

you wake up to the sound of dishes clinking in the kitchen and smile when you remember satoru stayed over last night. albeit not with you but still. your jaw drops slightly when you walk out and see him standing by the stove in nothing but his boxers. the early morning light accentuating the dips and curves of his muscles.

"satoru!" you shriek covering your eyes. "oh, good morning baby. why are you hiding your face?" he asks as if he isn't standing there with his dick in your face. "why are you naked?! put something on!" you exclaim. "ahh, nothing you haven't seen before princess. plus i’m not naked. I’m wearing boxers!” he grins and then adds on “can't exactly wear those clothes when i'm cookin breakfast. it's uncomfortable."

"ugh," you say out loud and march back into your room. you come out with a pair of his sweatpants and throw it to him from across the counter. "wear these!"

"whatever you want baby," he pulls them on and they rest sinfully on his hips – almost teasing you and your cheeks flush. “can you taste this for me?” he asks and you walk around the counter to stand next to him as he pushes a spoonful of syrup towards you.

your eyes flutter close and you hum at the sweet taste. “this is really good,” you smile softly. “thanks. it’s for the french toast. i just put it in the oven to keep it warm. thought you’d be asleep for a little longer.” you beam at the mention of french toast, they were your favorite. “nutella?” you ask and he nods with a mesmerizing smile “just the way you like it, sweets.”

you both gaze at each other with a soft smile. “can i have another spoon?” you meek. you accidentally let a little bit of it dribble down your chin. “oh shit,” you’re about to wipe it off but satoru holds your hand and pulls you in closer.

you feel his tongue leave a wet trail behind as he licks the dripping syrup from your chin to the corner of your mouth. your breath hitches at the sensation. he pulls back and looks at you with smirk.

before he can take too much pride in catching you off guard, you surprise him by clashing your lips to his. he bucks backward and steadies himself with a grip on your waist.

his heart picks up a beat at finally feeling your plush lips on his. tasting the remnants of syrup still sticking to your lips. your kiss felt transcendental to him. like the only way to stay alive was the air that passed through your mouth to his. and he rejoiced at that. he’d be willing to live with you as his source of oxygen.

gaining back some composure he pushes you back and places you on the counter. you wrap your legs around his waist and pull him in further. his tongue tries to find its way into your mouth but you don’t budge. instead you giggle into the kiss and he takes it as an indication to kiss your teeth.

his lips move over your jaw, lightly nipping at the skin at the space under your ear. his tongue pokes out and traces your ear lobe once, twice and then he nibs down on the cartilage playfully with a whine of your name. the oven’s beeping brings you both out of the love lust trance you’re in.

he huffs and moves back to turn off the oven while you turn off the stove and grab another spoon of syrup. he turns back to see you leaning back on an arm and kicking your feet – dropping the sticky syrup over your clothed perked nipples. the lack of a bra evident. “oops” you pout, feigning innocence.

his breath seizes at the scene unfolding in front of him. he licks his lips once and then without wasting any more time, his mouth moves over your chest. licking the syrup off your shirt and in the process stimulating your nipples just like you hoped. he pulls off your shirt and throws it behind somewhere behind but before he can go further you stop him “wait!”.

“not in the kitchen,” you speak timidly – a flush creeping up your neck at his lustful stare. pressure builds in your stomach at the way he’s looking at you and you squeeze your thighs for a bit of friction.

“where?” he asks as he picks you up. “anywhere but the kitchen,” you whisper into the skin of his neck as you place a chaste kiss. and then he’s dropping down to his knees with you. laying you on the wooden floor of your living room

he leaves you on the floor for a beat and then comes back with the pot filled with syrup. he peels of your sweatpants along with your soaked panties. “lay still,” he tells you and you straighten out your legs and arms.

using you as his canvas he grabs the pot of syrup and tilts it over your body. creating a pattern of syrup on your naked body. he places the pot back on the counter and admires his work. a thoughtful grin on his face as he makes eye contact with you. “can i take a photo of you?” he asks and you nod without a second thought. he grabs your phone and snaps a pic. this image of yours would be imprinted in his mind forever and more.

“look at how beautiful you look,” and surely you do. sprawled out over the wooden floors of your apartment with a sticky substance covering your body. but that’s not all. the sun shines through the curtains, casting your body in an ethereal light and a ring of light on your head acting as a halo. “just like an angel. my angel. aren’t you baby?” he asks for confirmation.

and maybe it’s too early to say but you do anyway. “only yours, satoru. always yours,” you utter the words he’s been waiting for – well he feels like his whole life but in reality it’s only been three months since you two started this relationship.

the intensity of his gaze has a shiver run over your body and you can feel goosebumps erupt across your skin. he moves on top of you. taking his time with your body. licking over and over until he cleans the syrup. you almost feel like you’re not breathing as his mouth moves over your neck, collarbones, chest, stomach – lapping and littering your skin with love bites.

before moving further down he gives you a deep kiss and you can taste the sweetness of the syrup on his tongue as it tangles with yours. but it’s so incredibly satoru, to be tasting this sweet you can’t help but suck his tongue a little.

finally he spreads your thighs and makes himself at home. licking a quick stripe to test your wetness. there’s so much arousal it has him wondering if you already came. your nubs a shade darker, almost angry at being away from him for so long. he coos at your pussy as it was a separate being. “you missed me, didn’t you?” a peck to your clit. “i missed you too, but your mommy was tryna keep us apart.” you can’t help but laugh at the endearing silliness of him speaking to your pussy. faking a gasp he whispers “i know! it’s okay. going to take such good care of you now,” this time he looks at you.

his tongue moves over your bundle of nerves pressing down on your nub stimulating it just the right amount and plunging a finger into your cunt. his eyes flutter close at your taste. “nothing comes close to your sweetness, darling” he groans. your hands tangle in his head as he continues sucking your clit. you moan his name “ha ha ‘m so close toru.” so he speeds up his pace – licking ferociously, wanting you to reach your high quicker.

you come with a scream of his name. eyes shut and fingers tugging his hair but he has no complaints. he loved the sting when you tugged his hair like this – when you were too fucked out to even realize you were doing it.

he frees his cock and he feels like he can breath a bit better now. his hardened cock turns impossibly harder when you reach a hand down and pump it a few times and he watches in awe. pre cum lathering his length.

“you doing okay?” he asks you from above aligning himself but not pushing in. “yeah,” you hum but you’re lost in thought. about last night. but satoru notices everything. he squeezes your cheeks so you look at him. “what’s wrong?” genuinely concerned.

“i was hurt last night when you didn’t show up on time. and i didn’t understand why i was so hurt because it’s not like we’re dating or anything. but seeing that pic of you, out with those people hurt. cause i was here waiting for you, wanting to surprise you with a dress i bought, that i thought you’d like. but that doesn’t matter. what i’m trying to say is that this is more than just sex for me satoru. i really really like you. i want more of you. more of this. more of us.” you confess all that you’ve held in since this past few weeks of being apart from him.

he doesn’t say anything for a moment, reeling in your confession. you feel like you’ve ruined whatever you had going on. “satoru, it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way” in fact it wasn’t. you’d be heartbroken if he didn’t feel the same way. “you don’t have to say anything. i just, i-“ you’re about to continue but he cuts you off with a hard kiss. “i do too. all that you said. i too, want more of you, more of this, more of us. it’s more than just sex for me too, baby. has been for a while. i’m really sorry about last night. wear that dress for me tonight, please.” he pleads. “i’ll cook you a nice dinner and we can have our first date as an official couple. what’d you say?” he smiles softly.

your heart clenches at overwhelming emotions and tears line your eyes as you repeat yes over and over again until he’s kissing you and drinking the love out of you.

he carries you over to your bedroom and lays beside you. he grabs your leg and places it over his hip, lining his cock with your cunt. slowly he pushes into you. you both moan in unison. him at the feeling of your snug walls and you at the feeling of his cock stretching you apart.

your foreheads touch as you maintain eye contact. he thrusts into you ever so lovingly. languid and hard thrusts. as if you both had all the time in the world.

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a/n: idk how i feel abt this 💔😭 but i hope you liked it. comments, likes and reblogs are highly appreciated!

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[immortalmrwavell]

Wavell’s Vacation 2

(Original story posted 26th August 2022) This story has received mild edits and corrections

Read the First Part here!

Week 2

It was only after about an hour of surveillance that I came across another man that caught my eye. He was a lean guy, average height, decent bit of body hair and looked to be in his mid 20’s. But what really caught my attention were those dazzling blue eyes and not to mention the ginger hair and beard. I’ve always had a soft spot for gingers honestly, especially ones as cute and handsome as this guy. I thought it over for a while but quickly decided that this was going to be my next stop.

When I found him he’d been out jogging so I followed him around for a bit until he eventually arrived home. Beads of sweat dripped down his forehead as he grabbed a quick snack from the kitchen. Minutes later I watched as the man marched into the living room with a sandwich on a plate, placing it on the small table beside his chair before getting comfortable to watch some TV.

Part of me wanted to sit around and observe for longer and usually I would but I was so drawn in by that lovable face of his that I just couldn’t help myself. With Tim I dove in through his mouth so, to keep things interesting, I wanted to find a different entrance this time. I had a couple options of course but it didn’t take long to decide which would be the most fun.

Just as he was about to grab the TV remote I dived down, past his face and towards his crotch. As you can imagine the man jolted in shock and surprise when I began forcing myself into the tip of his cock. He leaped up onto his feet immediately, sticking a hand down his shorts in panic only for him to see his cock bulging slightly as an invisible force pushed its way inside. Dropping his shorts to the floor, the handsome ginger tried desperately to figure out what the hell was going on! But as I continued to force myself inside, the nerve endings in his penis were going crazy! He wanted to scream and panic but all he could do was let out animalistic groans while his now fully hard cock continued to bulge, levels of pleasure never before felt racking his body.

I’d say the only downside to this method of entering a body is how much slower it is. By the time I’d pushed about a third of myself into this young stud’s cock, I could’ve forced myself down his throat five times over. But then again maybe that isn’t much of a downside. Listening to him groan out lustfully while his entire body quivered with ecstasy was quite the treat honestly. As was feeling the shaft of his member continuing to engorge as I squeezed my form inside.

Eventually I found myself about three quarters of the way in when the man let out a deep roar, deeper than what I had expected from him. It very soon became apparent why as I felt a wave of cum ripple through my ghostly form before shooting out of his cock in large splashes. I had zero doubt in my mind that it was the biggest load this body had ever produced as it continued to drip and spurt. Of course after that his moans only increased as I still had a small piece of myself to fit inside his now even more sensitive cock.

It had to have only been a few minutes but for him it likely felt like an eternity. However the end finally drew near as the last of my ghostly body slipped into his shaft. But not before causing him to grunt and let out a few extra squirts of his man milk. After that I decided to get straight to work. Unlike Tim, I made sure to spread myself throughout this sexy fucker’s body entire body the second I was fully inside. I wasted no time taking full control.

Next thing I know I’m falling backwards onto the couch, my new sensitive as fuck dick twitching away after all that intense stimulation. My eyes fluttered shut as I suppressed the mind of the man whose body, forcing him down into the deep recesses of his own subconscious. After that I hooked myself straight up to his memories and got to work on absorbing them. From there one of the first things I learned was his name. Jake Rumble. And for the next week it would mine.

I sat there for the next ten minutes or so as my cock returned to its usual flaccid size, carefully sifting through Jake’s memory bank. I found out about his family and friends, what he does for work, what hobbies he enjoys and more. It also didn’t take long to discover that he was already gay. Good. At least hooking up with dudes shouldn’t be anything new to this body.

Once I had everything I wanted, I cleaned myself up and pulled my shorts back on before pretty much resuming where Jake left off. I grabbed the TV remote, switched it on and flicked through a couple channels until I found one I liked before grabbing my sandwich. Of course I’d put it on the sports channel. What better to watch when having a meal than a bunch of bulky men tackling each over to the ground while fighting over a ball. Though maybe that was my recent experience as Tim Tebow speaking.

Over the next few days I actually had a ton of fun living out this life. My new job was certainly something I’d never done before. I worked in an office space where my job was to design and develop ideas for games and I’ve gotta say I really enjoyed it. I’d never done anything like it before but, with Jake’s memories and skills at my disposal, it all seemed like a piece of cake. It was also a very comfortable and positive atmosphere that I found quite relaxing and enjoyable. I got on very well with Jake’s co-workers too as I settled in nicely to his ordinary life. A life I’d never had. Maybe that was my own fault though. I could have a normal life with the rest of these humans if I so desired… but that wasn’t me. Not now anyway.

Back on the topic of co-workers however, there was one in particular that really caught my eye. Well he wasn’t really a co-worker, more like my boss but he never treated any of us as such. He was fun and tried his best to keep the office energy high. Bosses like that weren’t as common as they should be. I had to admit he was pretty handsome too. Quite nerdy too like most people in the office but in an adorable way that made my heart flutter.

Looking through my memory banks I soon came to find that my new boss, who’s name was Jim, was not only gay like my current host but that he’d sort of made a pass at Jake a couple weeks back. It was during a night out with a bunch of the people here in the office. He ended up getting rather drunk and by the end of the night he was hugging Jake profusely while telling him what a good employee he was. It got to the point where someone had to take Jim home and, since the man was already clinging to him, Jake offered to do so. Thing is nobody was actually sure where his house was and he was too drunk to give trustworthy directions so Jake just ended up taking Jim back to his place. The second Jake closed the door however, Jim started planting kisses down his employee’s neck. He even started getting a bit handsy. After the initial shock Jake pushed his boss away gently. He couldn’t deny that he’d been having thoughts about Jim as well but it was his boss and he was way too drunk to be consenting for sex.

Jim woke up the next morning on Jake’s couch and apologised profusely after remembering his behaviour from the previous night. Jake was quick to forgive him and the two promised not to share any of it at work. Since then there has been some noticeable sexual tension between the two…

I could feel it even now as Jim leaned over my shoulder to see what I was working on. Placing a hand on my shoulder, feeling his hot breath on my ear, smelling the deodorant he’d put on this morning. Oh it was driving me crazy! I could feel Jake’s cock beginning to grow harder with my excitement and I made no effort to hide it. He even stumbled with his words when giving me feedback as he glanced down at my crotch to see the visible outline of my dick straining against my pants.

The rest of the day went pretty much as it normally would for Jake. I’ve gotta say though, I really got stuck into my work. I had much more fun than I’d expected, especially considering I've never worked a proper job in my life before. Unless you consider offering my body swapping services a job of course.

Soon enough however, lunch rolled around and people were beginning to set their work aside in favour of getting some food to satisfy their growling stomachs. Honestly I was starting to feel that way myself. It’s a weird feeling though honestly. Hunger that is. I forgot to mention it before but I actually don’t have to eat whatsoever in my true form. I can but it’s usually only for pleasure. When I’m possessing someone however I of course need to eat for my host's sake. In any case I decided to forgo lunch for the time being, instead saving the work on my computer before getting up and heading towards Jim’s office.

“Come in!” I heard him shout from the other end as I knocked. Upon seeing none other than his ‘favourite employee’ Jake walk in however, Jim’s calm expression turned to a blush that he didn’t do well to hide. “O-oh Jake! What’s up?”

“Ahhh not much. I just can’t stop thinking about how amazing of a boss you’ve been recently.” I hummed while strolling up to his desk. “I dunno… I just thought you deserved a bit of appreciation is all.” I moved around his desk before placing a hand on his shoulder, rubbing it while relishing in how flustered he was getting. He was speechless. This was gonna be fun.

Slowly I turned his chair to face me before dropping to my knees. I looked up at him, a smirk growing across my bearded face. He looked conflicted. Like he knew we shouldn’t be doing this but couldn’t bring himself to protest against me. That is until I started to unzip his suit pants.

“J-Jake what are you doing… I thought you said this would be too complicated… me being your boss and all” Jim asked as he stopped my hand.

I got back up and looked him in the eyes, cupping one of his bearded cheeks in my hand. “Well maybe I was wrong. Maybe it isn’t that complicated at all. I want you…” My other hand reached down and gripped his crotch again. “…and you want me. It’s that simple.” By that point Jim’s face had gone bright red.

I returned to my kneeled position before shoving my hand inside his suit pants. This time he didn’t stop me. Simply looking down while gripping the arms of his office chair. I whistled as his dick finally sprung out at me, full mast. It was bigger than I’d expected. A solid 7 inches or so with pretty decent thickness all around. Not bad. I took a moment to admire it, telling Jim how big it was before wrapping my lips around the tip. I sucked on it gently for a while before going the whole way down and taking his entire length. Jake’s mouth was better at sucking cock than I imagined.

Jim was trying his best not to moan aloud with all the other employees outside still having their lunch. He instead grunted as quietly as he could while running a hand through my short ginger hair. With that I slowly started to get more enthusiastic, bobbing my head faster and occasionally pulling off to lick around the shaft and suck on his balls before going back down on his fat member. Just as he was starting to relax and get into it though, we both heard a knock on Jim’s office door.

He told me to get up in a panic but I instead gave him a sly look before sliding under his desk out of view before whispering to Jim to call them in. I could see he was conflicted but surprisingly he did exactly that. In came another employee named Patrick. He was asking around for opinions on his most recent designs and wanted to get Jim’s input. As he did I couldn’t help but grab at Jim’s still hard and pulsing shaft, kissing the tip a little to tease it as he tried desperately to maintain his composure.

“I’m uhh… a little busy right now Pat but I ca-UGH” Jim stopped short when I squeezed his balls without warning causing the other employee to look at him confused. “I’ll have a look later Pat but… I’ve got some work to finish right now.” Jim tried to play it as cool as possible. Patrick gave him a strange look but soon left the boss’ office.

It was hilarious how Jim berated me for squeezing his balls in that moment but he couldn’t stay mad for long when looking down at the cute face I now owned. Instead he got up from his desk and locked the door before checking all the windows were closed. By the time he turned his focus back to me, I’d already stepped out from under the desk. My shoes were discarded as I slowly pulled down my pants and briefs.

Jim stopped and stared for a moment until I beckoned him over. The first thing I did was pull him into a long deep kiss as our beards collided before moving some stuff off his desk and getting him to sit on it. Once he had, I climbed onto his lap before carefully positioning my hole above his cock and lowering myself down. The two of us grunted out in unison as he slipped inside, not wanting to make too much noise. Before long I found myself sitting on my boss’ dick, bouncing up and down as we continued to make out. I have to say that Jake’s hole was perfect for taking dick. It welcomed Jim’s cock inside easily while still squeezing around it tightly. Plus the sensation of that 7 incher rocking back and forth inside me was out of this world. But then again cocks always felt amazing. I believe that was the point.

“Wow… I’ll have to take your cock and body for a spin sometime.” I blurted out as I kissed along his neck.

“Huh? What do yo-mmmfmmph.” Jim was cut off as I pressed my lips against his once again while grinding my ass against his crotch. He soon forgot about my strange comment and went back to thrusting his hips to my delight.

Soon enough we switched positions. I gently pulled off his cock and lowered myself off the desk. Once he’d done the same I presented Jake’s supple ass to him once more by bending over said desk and told him to have at it. Soon enough I found myself being eaten out as Jim pressed his face between my fuzzy cheeks and licked around my hole. It was only after he couldn’t ignore his dick any longer that he finally pulled back and started aligning his member that was still poking out through his zipper.

The moment he plunged back inside I couldn’t help but groan. As I did however, Jim slammed a hand over my mouth to muffle me so we wouldn’t be heard. But that only turned me on more. Next thing I knew I was letting out all kinds of muffled sounds of pleasure as Jim began plowing into me. His spare hand grasped my shoulder while his balls smacked into me. For such a bashful and nerdy guy, Jim had some real sexual vigour once someone pulled it out of him. Now that those primal urges had bubbled to the surface, he was giving me the pounding of my life.

I couldn’t even say how long we went on for. I was simply in a whole other world. One of pleasure and bliss. I was only brought back to reality by Jim muttering about how he was about to cum. Hearing that I began grunting out even more. So desperate for his load and when I got it I wasn’t disappointed. He let out a low roar as I felt his thick ball batter pumping into me and coating my insides. Such a hefty load. He’d for sure wanted to do that for a very long time.

The two of us basked in the afterglow for a few minutes before he offered to finish me off. I replied saying there was no need, revealing that him pounding into my prostate over and over caused me erupt all over his desk already. As one can imagine Jim was pretty smug about that while stuffing his dick back into his pants. After which I offered to help him clean up the mess I made before putting my clothes back on before going back to work.

About ten or so minutes later I found myself walking out of Jim’s office and back to Jake’s desk. I pulled a food container out of my satchel and began to eat with a smile on my face thinking about all the other ways I was going to try and seduce my new boss at work for the next week.

And that’s exactly what happened among other things. I went out with my new friends on a few evenings for drinks. I kept up with Jake’s fitness routine to keep a lean and toned physique. I even got to meet a big part of Jake’s close relatives during a huge family dinner they do once a week. But the most fun still came from work. I teased Jim around the workplace as often as I could by whispering sweet nothings in his ear when nobody was looking. Brushing my hand against his when we passed one another. Always conveniently dropping a pen when he was around and having to slowly bend down to pick it up. Oh, it was fun.

And I don’t think it even needs saying at this point but the two of us continued to have our sneaky fuck sessions in Jim’s office throughout the week. I topped him a couple times but mostly I just wanted his dick inside me. Ordinarily in my regular Wavell form I’d be more of a dominant top but this body just yearns to be fucked and I’m willing enough to oblige.

But all good things must come to an end and so did this week. I enjoyed my last day as this cute ginger stud before getting home and sitting on the couch with a sigh. And with that I began my ejection. Of course I just had to go out the same way I came in, causing Jake’s cock to bulge like before as my ghostly form slowly pushed its way out. Gradually I relieved my control over Jake as he started to go limp and unconscious. It took a few minutes but eventually I managed to squeeze my way out of his dick. The last of my form slipping out at last, swiftly followed by a few ropes of cum that spluttered across the living room floor in front of him.

I looked back at the body that’d hosted me these last seven days and smiled. It was a great ride. I even decided to leave him with some pseudo-memories of the week rather than leaving it blank. I made it out to seem like all the choices I made were his own. After all it'd be a shame if the passionate connection I’d sparked with Jake’s boss were to be extinguished. Who knows, maybe one day they’ll move from office fucking fun to being in an actual relationship. Wouldn’t that be adorable?

Maybe I’ll have to come back and check on him in the future to see how he’s doing. But for now I had one last body to hop into before the end of my vacation.

Read the Third Part here!

[hoonigiris]

— things we never said

s. jaeyun x gn!reader

wc: 1.8k genre: angst (i think) content: exes!au, mentions of alcohol consumption, aespa's ningning and winter cameos for naming purposes only. normal people inspired. misc. notes: thank you to the jake fuckers (@gluion @mosviqu) for being my motivation to 1) write this drabble and more importantly 2) Finish this drabble. kept you in my thoughts when i wrote this xoxo. also a specific thank you to @sungbeam for being the first person to read it in full. and lastly, a special thank you to paul mescal for being just the perfect amount of pathetic i needed in bbc's miniseries normal people.

synopsis: in which it's heeseung's wedding, jake's had too much to drink, and really, he just misses you. perhaps what happens after are the things he should never say.

jake’s shoes squeeze too tight around his toes.

realistically, through the haze of the alcohol, he knows he should be worried about other things. maybe any other thing, like how he needs to figure out how to get this champagne stain out of his shirt before his company dinner on friday, or how the bass of the dj's last set is still ringing in his ears, or how he's pretty sure this little escapade would probably qualify as date-ditching, considering the way yizhuo has been texting him 'where r u??' for the past twenty minutes.

jake's head buzzes, the aftertaste of his last beer resting firm on his tongue. in retrospect, perhaps the fourth glass he filled right before they cut the cake was one too many, but it’s too late to regret it now. the glass is sitting empty on the table, and instead of being out on the dance floor with the rest of his friends, jake is here—under the gazebo, heart in throat, phone in hand. his thumb hovers over the contact, still saved, and stares for a long time.

he shouldn’t. he knows he shouldn’t.

(not that it really matters. knowing better and doing better are two things jake has never been very good at keeping the same.)

he hits call.

the dial rings and rings and rings. jake can’t tell if he’s breathing or not, he just keeps listening to the endless tinny trilling. and then— 

“hello?”

“hi.” his voice catches. “it’s me.”

you pause, the silence crackling over the speaker. “what’s up?”

jake’s throat goes tight, tongue heavy as he tries to fumble his way around his words. your voice is just like he remembers, intimately close even from the speaker. he wonders what he can say, to make up for the months of not speaking to each other. how are you? how’s work? do you still set 5 alarms in the morning before you have to wake up so you can enjoy the feeling of going back to sleep?

“it’s heeseung’s wedding today,” he says eventually. you didn’t show up.

there’s a beat of silence, before:

“i know,” you reply gently, the silent accusation he doesn’t mean to throw landing softly between the two of you. “i already called him this morning to say congratulations. there’s a wedding gift that should be shipped soon, actually,” you continue, as if it makes your absence any better. “i think he’ll like it, you know. he’s been talking about getting that coffee grinder on his wedding registry before that registry even existed—”

“y/n.”

the line goes completely quiet, like you’re bracing yourself for what he could say next. normally he would leave it be, set down the phone and apologize and go back to the venue to celebrate with the rest of his friends. but right now, jake is drunk, and his head hurts, and all the sounds ring around him and merge together into a single sound, pressed tight against his ear. his chest feels rubbed raw, the burning question flickering and coming out all in a rush. “did you not come because of me?”

“jake,” you chide, almost immediately. he missed the way you say his name, even like this. “you know that’s not it.”

he laughs a little and rubs the back of his neck, feeling scolded. just like old times. “isn’t it?”

there’s a disapproving noise on the other end, like you take offense in him even having doubts. “you know i wish i could have been there.”

jake hesitates, just a little. it’s a stupid thought, and it would be even stupider to say, but he supposes he should keep the streak going, since he’s already started tonight. “you could still come.” 

you let out a small laugh, entertaining the thought. “yeah?”

jake nods, as if you can hear it. maybe you can. maybe you didn’t have to, to know. “yeah, the night is still young. i’m sure everyone would be happy to see you again—you could come right now, if you really wanted to.”

“and do what, exactly?” you tease.

he shrugs, smiling. “give a belated toast? we all gave one, you know.”

“oh, and heeseung agreed to that?”

“as if he could stop us,” jake counters. “we had to make sure the bride knew what she was marrying! one embarrassing story from each of us!”

“and pray tell,” you say, bemused, “what story did you share with the audience? no wait—let me guess.” you hum, as if tapping your chin for the exaggerated effect. “the time he tried to flirt with that senior in the library and fell on his ass because he missed the chair? or the time when—oh! what about when he got drunk and wanted to get matching tattoos with everyone and then started crying the second it started cause it hurt so bad?”

“no, actually,” jake laughs. “sunghoon and jay already took those. mine was about when he accidentally hit on riki’s mom the entire night and found out the morning after.”

“you better have turned those stories into anecdotes about how happy their marriage is going to be,” you warn wryly.

jake waves you off. “sunoo and jungwon got the sentimental part. we were in charge of making sure minjeong knew what she was getting herself into.”

you sigh exasperatedly, something rustling on your end. maybe the papers you were reorganizing on your desk, or the tinfoil on the table as you tried to heat up a late night snack. “so much for adulthood—all you boys are the same.”

the same. as if he wasn’t here and you weren’t there, so, so far away.

“you could still come.” jake repeats. it’s a sobering effect. at least, he’d like to think so, but he’s still trying his hardest for his tongue to not stumble over some words, and he can’t look at the fairy lights adorning the top of the gazebo for too long before his head starts to pound again. 

“you could tell your favorite memory of heeseung to make up for ours,” he continues, “write down your congratulations on the wedding book yourself. they’re even playing your favorite song right now, you could come and show everyone how it’s done.” jake fumbles with the ring on his index finger, twisting it with his thumb. the heel of his shoe scuffs once into the wood below his feet. it’s all too tight. “come—have fun. we could even pretend not to know each other.”

the line goes quiet. a breath drawn. and then, softly, “i would never pretend to not know you, jake.”

he blinks, swallowing hard. it would be funny, if it weren’t so sad, the way jake was the one who called you, yet he’s the one without anything to say. rather, the things he wants to say, he can’t. you would have cried at the vows, he thinks. the exchanging of promises at the altar, rings slipped onto each other’s fingers. you were always soft for those kinds of things. 

(everyone looked at heeseung and minjeong when they said their vows. the words creep up his throat; he pushes them back down. i thought of you instead.)

jake is sure everyone knows, to some degree, at least. it’s why heeseung looked at him a little strange when he saw his date at the entrance, why everyone seemed to avoid mentioning your name like the plague around him. it’s not for lack of trying—moving past you. it’s why he brought yizhuo along in the first place, why he’s been doing everything he can to distract himself, why he’s been trying his best to not think of you again.

but tonight was different. tonight, where all his friends are gathered to celebrate, and the alcohol in his system warms his skin as the evening air grows chilly, and everyone he loves is here within reach except for you, jake finds that he’s still admitting it to himself, even months after.

(i miss you. more words he can’t say to you anymore. i miss you, i miss you, i miss you.)

“sorry,” he says eventually. jake isn’t really sure what for. maybe all of it.

“i…” you start out, but it trails off into silence. maybe it would have been an apology to match, but he thinks you knew it wouldn’t have sounded right either. there wasn’t really anything left to say. jake is here, and you’re there, and that distance isn’t really something either of you can fill anymore.

across the garden, jake can hear his name echoing across the venue. he’s pretty sure it’s sunoo, telling him to get his ass on the dance floor to get down to the dj’s newest rendition of apple bottom jeans, but it all sort of meshes together between the bushes and the trees.

“you should go,” you say lightly. “dance off the rest of the alcohol so you don’t wake up with a massive hangover tomorrow.”

you knew. jake burns a little out of embarrassment, feeling a bit like a child with his hand caught in the cookie jar. he doesn’t know what’s worse, the fact that you could tell he was drunk from the beginning, or the fact that this meant you knew the first person he thought to drunk-dial was you.

“oh, don’t act surprised.” it’s a light-hearted jibe, but jake’s heart crawls up his throat and sits there, thick. “your pronunciation always gets sloppy when you’ve had too many drinks.”

of course you knew. you always did, like he never needed to say anything at all.

“you got me,” he responds, hoarse.

“what did you get this time? whiskey? margaritas? no way you got this drunk off hard seltzers—”

“beer.” sunoo calls his name again, closer, more insistent. “one too many.”

you laugh, and he wants to drown in it a little more, until he remembers it enough to not miss you anymore. “the great jake sim, taken down by an IPA.”

maybe he should thank it, if it got you to speak to him again. the skin sitting underneath his ring burns red. he needs to take off his tie. his shoes are still too tight around his toes. “i wish you were here.” maybe there were some things he needed to say, after all.

you smile, fond. he can’t see it, but there are some things about you he just knows, too. “bye, jake.”

but in the end, this is all there is to it: a him, and a you, and two versions of each other that you both can’t come back to. not anymore.

and that’s something that never needs to be said.

jake looks at the center of the altar, and he thinks he sees a glimpse of something else—the afterimage of love, a vision of two people left stranded from time. it disappears as quickly as it came. his breath hitches. there’s nothing left but this.

“bye, y/n.”

[mothlady-garden]

So hear me out (this is all a big maybe): Plant-Song as a way to communicate, that manifests in their bodies

A Chladni figure these are created when a vibrating surface (usually a metal plate) is covered with sand and excited by different frequencies. The sand accumulates at the nodal points where there is no movement.

Now for comparison the Plant pattern we see in the Anime Opening:

And now as a comparison, the Plant markings in the manga, which display kinda similar characteristics, further reinforce this connection: (Manga spoiler)

If we analyze the pattern, in Stampede it could correspond to a higher frequency or a complex superposition of different vibrations. However, it is difficult to determine an exact frequency or a specific tone based solely on the pattern. Such shapes typically arise at certain harmonics, and if they are symmetrical, regular shapes, they usually correspond to sounds like sine tones. The shape could indicate a sound between 500 Hz and 2 kHz, which would fall into the range of high-pitched tones (e.g., violin or flute).

There is also a scene in TriMax Vol 5, Chapter 03: Loss where Knives says to Vash who is currently opend his gate for the first time "... resonate with me" what would also fit into this theory

In the *Trigun Stampede* soundtrack, there is a song titled "Plant Song on Erhu" that would fit well within these frequencies.

In general, Plants can communicate through primitive sounds accessible to us, but they only do so in moments of extreme emotion, such as in Trigun Vol. 2 Ch. 9.

Additionally, communication through vibrations and frequencies would be far more efficient than the human linguistic. Let’s assume that the singing of their sisters falls below 20 Hz, into the infrasound range. In this case, they could communicate over thousands of kilometers without humans perceiving it.

The audible spectrum for humans covers less than 1% of all possible frequencies.

My theory is that the Plants use the dimension available to them as a kind of resonating body, and a shadow of their song is reflected into the lower dimensions through these intertwined vibrations. On top of that, other beings (especially those who have been enhanced) may possess the ability to sense the aura and emotions of the twins.

This would also explain why Vash can "feel" his twin. The terror WW repeatedly experiences could be linked to the idea that the experiments have improved him enough to partially perceive these frequencies, and/or that his instincts as Homo erectus are awakening, urging him to flee from the "predator" before it’s too late.

Additionally, the *Song of Humanity* mentioned in the manga would thematically fit very well with this idea.

Edit: This could also explain why Vash and Legato can communicate throu some kind of "telepathy". Maybe the blue mother fucker can also recieve/send out something similar to Plant-Song

They are angel-like beings that communicate through song, shaping their bodies with their tunes. I find that a very beautiful concept.

I know the theory has MANY holes, but I still thought it was worth writing about. Sorry when this theory is old.😅

Thank you for taking the time to listen.

[just-a-sewer-goblin]

bartender!Kyle x gn!reader Part 1 Set in the butcher!simon universe... maybe I should give it a name. Guys, I don't have any explanation for this except that the retirement au has take ahold of my brain and now Kyle needed a few words too. COD Masterlist | Part 2

Kyle enjoys being a bartender more than he expected. Especially when he realized he could still help people while at it.

The first time he gave the police an anonymous tip they were rightfully suspicious. He had to be careful not to give himself away. He’s not sure what kind of person it makes him, but he enjoyed that type of cat and mouse game with the police quite a bit. Still, good that it’s not something he has to be overly conscious about anymore.

Since then he’s found a signature with which his anonymous tips are signed. The police in town knows to trust his findings by now. But he prefers doing it from the shadows or rather from behind his bar. Price always shakes his head when he comes in for a glass of his favorite drink and slaps down the newspaper on the bar. Somehow the old man can always tell when Gaz has had his fingers in a case.

Life is different now, after that mission. They all settled into new or old lives. But it’s not bad, just… different.

Gaz can’t help but smirk, thinking about Ghost. That fucker had gone ahead and found himself a little crush. It’s almost comical to watch that guy stumble through having feelings for someone and being alive. But the precious little thing does fit Ghost… in an odd way.

His mind wanders, listening to chatter with half an ear to make sure he catches any interesting gossip, when a new customer comes up to the bar and takes a seat. When he goes to take your order he has to smile a bit.

You look out of place. You’re wrapped up in a thick sweater and it makes you look pretty adorable. You don’t look like you belong into a stool at his bar. You look like you belong into a cozy corner at home with a hot chocolate and a good book.

“Fuck me sideways this stuff is good.”, you groan when you down your drink in one go and Kyle nearly gapes at your language. He looks at you, your adorable face, the thick sweater that hides your body shape from view and then he replays what you just said in his mind.

Who were you? He’s never seen you before. He studies your features from the corner of his eyes as he wipes down the counter. When you gesture for a refill and immediately down it again Kyle bites his lip.

You smile at him brightly (did his heart just skip a beat?!), groaning again. “Needed that. Thanks man.”

Face like an angel, potty mouth and a smile that made his heart stutter. Shit, the guys were going to have a field day with this.

Stunned he watches you slam down some bills on the counter and taking your leave. When he collects the money he notices that you left quite the tip. His eyes follow your figure to the door. Some big burly dude stumbles into you on his way in and you level him with a cold stare.

“Watch it, dude.”, you say. Your voice isn't even mean but your tone commands respect. It makes the guy cower and apologize and a shiver runs down Kyle’s back.

He only grows aware of the chatter in the bar again, when the door closes behind you.

[redriotingfornoreason]

If Smoker One Piece Had a Wife (pt. 2, I just figured out how to use gifs (super fun ✨))

So I think that like maybe two people liked my last post on this (shoutout to you guys) so I'm making another part (Yippee!!). I will probably add one more part after this, but I don't know yet. As always, enjoy.

Absolutely expects him to be a gentleman

Expects small gifts even if he only goes to take the trash out

Also to hold doors for her even if she insists on walking in front of him.

Expects him to throw his coat down over puddles (puddle is super small does not matter)

Expects flowers every once in a while.

Wears the pants in the relationship when it comes to the relationship (Smoker gets to be unofficial/official breadwinner)

Smoker does not remember anything about proposing, mainly because she told him to in the most indirect way possible.

Made him go ring shopping with her and told him to put it on her that night

“We’re engaged now. :3” “Huh???”

Plans wedding herself, doesn’t tell him shit about it.

Literally just saws “When you get home, put on the outfit I have upstairs and go to the dock.”

She had everything set up already

He was still late

Contrary to popular belief, Smoker does love his wife.

Keeps a picture of her in his jacket next to his heart

Probably has some dumb shit she said wrote on the back

“If you die, I’ll bring you back to life just to kill you again so you better not you fucker <3 – your favorite ankle biter”

Shows love through playing with her hair

Braiding it, but also just ruffling her hair when he’s thinking

When in bed, likes to pet her hair to sleep (helps both of them)

Keeps his wedding ring locked away when he’s at war so he never loses it. (His one real treasure when he isn’t with his wife.)

Takes pictures of things he think she would like just to show to her (could be a pretty waterfall, could be a rock just depends)

Weekly transponder snail calls because he does miss his wife a lot.

Tells her about the different things going on at the base, mentions the straw hats every once in a while (she does not know them nor does she care)

She just likes listening to his voice

Always falls asleep on call

Smoker knows this, but does it anyway. When he knows she is asleep, he says “I love you” before hanging up.

[tezzbot]

Thoughts on Big the Cat? Just in general. But if you'd like something specific then I guess, how do you think he'd get along with characters he doesn't get to talk to that often, like the Chaotix or Team Dark?

I LOVE BIG SO MUCH!!!! I love a good gentle giant character. And him being like actually kind of wise despite just bein a humble fisherman hehe Big has everything So figured out ^_^

As for interactions, I feel like Big would just get along with everyone tbh

For Team Dark

I think he would just confuse Omega, like Omega just doesn't. See the point in him as like a person BDJDGD because he doesn't "serve a purpose" he just doesn't get this big extremely chill dude, but Big is okay with that everybody lives differently :] Omega does respect Big teaching those fish who's boss though he's like yesss reverse waterboard thosr fuckers!!!! While Big is like thank you fishy<3 and plopping it back in the water

Rouge and Shadow I think would have opposite. I guess relationships with him? Rouge I think would find him nice to vent her frustrations to he's p much always willing to lend an ear and has learned he's not really gonna get a word in edgewise so he is content to simply sit and listen and nod along when needed

On the other hand Shadow would find it nice to have someone to Just sit with, no obligation to listen or talk or. Just no expectations of him to do really anything except Be there. And it's nice to finally be able to sit with someone who doesn't talk Just Fuckin Constantly LOL and again! Big is content to provide that for him hehe

The Chaotix uummm

Well I think Vector would be cool to just chill with him as well, they both vibe well near water LOL Maybe Vector swims fr a bit then chills out in Big's boat or like next to him on the dock and he brings a little radio to sit nearby to fill some silence. Also that one post with those two smoking weed together was so real actually, 2 big queer men smile

I think Espio wld appreciate his sort of. musings? He's susceptable to fake deep shit online I feel like LOL, but Big tells it straight to the point just as it is and it like blows his little mind, and the stillness and quietness after Big says somethin gives him a moment to meditate on it or whatever, he writes some of the quotes down in a journal and then like doodles and little notes to self around em because I need him to be portrayed as an edgy cringelord teenager so badly HGFHJ but yeah he has a huge respect for Big I think

Charmy. is kind of difficult? I mean, pairing any Extreme Hyper Energetic and Chillest Guy On The Planet characters together isn't ever gonna be easy HJGFH Maybe hanging out with Big after running out of All of his ideas for stuff around them to play with in different ways, he'd decide he was bored and maybe start to get grumpy, but then he notices Big get a bite and catch it and then suddenly is really really into fishing with Big. He asks about every item in the kit Big brings with him and is THE most excited when he eventually actually catches something himself. Vector and Espio come to pick him up and are Shocked to see him sitting in one place not saying anything just intently staring at a pond with his own little fishing rod next to Big QuQ

Oh also headcanon Big, when he's not fishing, makes The Most dad noises of anyone in the cast because I think that's funny GHFJGH

I could probably think of more but I am. Tired now lol

[enniewritesathing]

summary from last update

aka, what had happened was --

(note -- I'm gonna call The Werewolf by his actual name Vin(cent) because that's a lot of letters even though he wasn't formally named at this point.)

John is finally declared dead after 2 hours from his heart stopping.

obviously, everyone's disappointed. Daniel's like "bruh, I told you this was gonna happen but NOOOO, you didn't listen to me"

subsequently, everyone gets deeply annoyed by Daniel except Jordan (because they're being nice)... but it's also 3 in the morning. Charles agrees to break and now he's gotta figure out what to tell Noelle that her perfectly fine son is now dead as a doornail.

but wait!

Jordan asks The Worst Question You Can Ask In A Horror Story after they notice something's off about John. In fact, they do the second worst thing you can do in a horror story.

you know how in resident evil 2 (remake? this may have been in the OG) and you walk past a zombie that you think it's dead?

haha surprise bitch, it's ya boy Vin/The Werewolf. turns out, he was mostly dead.

Vin stares up at them with those BIG dead fish lookin' eyes. Creepiest shit he's ever done.

because Jordan is the closest, they are the first to get got as they get their windpipe crushed AND their throat slashed. honestly, they got the least worst death by a country mile.

Bernard is next, getting taken out by Vin literally jumping off the surgery table like off of a top rope of an WWE match. Bernard has the 'well maybe that was out of pocket' case of death -- Vin smashes his head in. Leaves a big ass crack on the floor.

talk shit, get your jaw literally cracked off

Then --

Vin is like 'okay I'm warmed up, now it's just you two fuckers' (aka Daniel and Charles)

We find out that Daniel is, for intents and purposes, a pussy because of his general behavior. He tries to throw Charles under the bus but Charles does it right back without blinking. Vin claws the shit out of him and blinds him in his right eye but that doesn't seem to phase him as he tries to rise up to Vin with a syringe full of stuff that could take Vin out or at least, stun him.

if you remember, this is a call back and Vin got punched in the gut with one and it knocked him out. Keep this in mind.

Vin has had enough and not only does he choke out Daniel (insert Dr. Doofenshmirtz meme) he yeets him into the wall with the one way mirrors.

Thomas and Mark are freaking out on the other side of them. Vin can hear them both and tells them 'hey. I don't have beef with yall, but don't come in here or else you're gonna die'.

Daniel wants Vin to just kill him already and Vin is :)...

as he shoves his arm deep into Daniel's chest. this doesn't kill him immediately.

I'll say it -- if you think 'hey, this looks like some metaphorical--' yes, you are correct. Like come on, Vin's in there in his guts, pinned against the wall talking into his ear and shit, establishing dominance, calling him a pussy (again? idk Vin does this a lot in this update)

Thomas got the gun and he's like 'Imma go save Charles; call the guards' and Mark is begging him not to go as staying right the fuck over there means that they won't get killed.

Vin continues to roast Daniel and really, Daniel's got nothing to say other than 'fuck you!' as a 'nuh-uh' deal... and Vin kills him by tearing his heart out.

Meanwhile! Charles was observing the whole thing and now he's realizing things as Vin is taking a little break to talk to him...

... with Daniel's still beating heart in his hand. He says he's a little hungry with all that's he's been doing and since he's not one to waste his food... (ngl, I'm proud of this bc I used an effect to Great effect.)

aaaaaand he eats the heart. He was a messy bitch about it too because blood is all over his face, teeth, got some on his pants...

Charles realizes that he has fucked around and now he's gonna find out.

But wait! The lab door opens! It's Thomas with the gun!

...and he's scared shitless. Vin gets pissed off at him because he specifically told him and Mark to stay on the other side; now he's in there and Vin's gonna kill him on the account of him being stupid. you can't say Vin wasn't being fair here.

Charles tries to get Thomas to shoot Vin but he's too scared and fights him to get the gun. Gun is fired as they struggle. Doesn't take much but Charles manages to get the gun and domes Thomas in the head.

Well, Vin did say he was gonna die... but not by him.

Charles gets into villain mode saying the (silver) bullets may disrupt what's left of Vin's HF (healing factor) and may actually kill him... but it doesn't because. there's no bullets left. WHOOPS. Vin mocks him and Charles tries to run away (to where??) but in the struggle, he got shot on the side so he hobbles then crawls away

Vin slowly follows Charles and corners him... and notices something about him that's a little weird. Charles got the balls to be asking for mercy.

aaaand that's the summary.

tl;dr -- John declared dead, haha just kidding, Vin/The Werewolf turbo kills everybody in the lab except Charles.

[silverraes]

10 BL Characters I Would Hit With My Car

big thank you to @buddhamethods for starting this. I thought it sounded like a fun idea and just had to participate because I have Opinions™ :)

I am hitting some of these characters with only the best intentions and some of them out of pure spite

1) Shin (Bake Me Please)

if you've seen me post about this show or if you've seen it yourself, you know exactly why this guy is on here and also why he's the main reason why I just had to join in on this trend

square up, Shin, I'm hitting you with my car for all that bs and also to help with your character development a little <3

(I didn't find a fitting gif so have a pic as a great summary for why he's on here instead)

2) Way (Pit Babe)

listen I love him. after all if evil why pretty? but he's also a b*tch and he deserves to get hit by a car a little. as a treat. he's my pathetic little meow meow and I love to see him suffer (affectionate) <3

I'm also doing this as a public service so that Babe and Charlie can stay in their weird mama & papa boyfriends era without Way pulling his mind fuckery tricks on Babe

3) Kim (Kinnporsche)

hitting him with my car very lovingly simply bc he made Chay sad and we can't have that. maybe a little car accident can get him to actually admit that he's head over heels in love.

(and also because this man is way too pretty and I need to confirm that he's actually human)

4) Top (Only Friends)

listen. I believe that all of the Only Friends characters deserve to get hit by a car a little. all of them. but this man dared to say that he was serious and then went ahead and slept with someone else so. there's that.

5) Xue Yang (The Untamed/MDZS)

the most evil fucker for absolutely no reason. completely irredeemable. has the world's worst reason for being evil. I love him so much.

this guy is so fucked up that he managed to spend 3 years being all domestic with his nemesis only to realize that he actually developed feelings for him after he had already caused his death

there is absolutely no way to fix him but I'm still hitting him with my car for the amount of emotional damage he caused me with those god damn pieces of candy

6) Akk (The Eclipse)

I love him to bits and that is exactly why I'm knocking him tf out. very lovingly and rather softly but enough to give him some time off. because he deserves a break from all of the absolutely godawful authority figures in his life and what they're putting him through

7) August (Last Twilight)

this fucking b*tch.

I don't think I need to explain why I'm coming at him full speed. this is an act of public service, your honor, I'm doing nothing wrong.

8) Phee (Dead Friend Forever)

okay I know we've only had him for one single episode but this man is already stressing me out with the way he just threw away his cigarette bud in the middle of a god damn forest. sir what are you doing.

I'm only preserving the environment by hitting him with my car and getting him out of that forest, really

(also I can't pinpoint why but this guy is sus af and I don't trust him)

(the scene of crime, your honor)

9) Sprite & Zee's mom (Twins)

after @buddhamethods already took care of Zee (thank you for your service), I am volunteering to take out their mom. this woman needs the world's biggest wake-up call and since her own damn son ending up in a hospital didn't seem to do the trick, maybe herself ending up there will help

10) GramBlack double feature (Not Me)

the absolute audacity of these men to not be in love? after all of that?? I'm hitting them with my car because maybe ending up in hospital beds next to each other will finally get someone to admit that that G did not stand for Eugene what the actual fuck

(listen there are barely any scenes with actual Black and Gram together I'm working with the smallest of crumbs here bear with me)

tagging all of my moots. all of you. if you consider me your mutual, consider yourself tagged.

[cyberrat]

86th Batch Of Fics: 9th Fill

Adam/Lucifer – Part 2/2 – feeding kink; overfeeding; blowjob – Lucifer might be nervous about it but he just knows what gets him off, okay?

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Lucifer doesn’t know what’s going on inside Adam’s head, but somehow he’s actually letting him… do… stuff. Like rubbing his hands all over his belly, the heels digging in nice and firm to massage his guts and try helping move things along.

Adam leans back in his chair, his head hanging over the backrest. He sounds downright pornographic when he groans. “Fuck… fuck you’re such a crazy bitch for this. What kind of nasty little fucker-” he trails off without continuing.

Lucifer just swallows thickly. He keeps watching his own hands looking so… small on Adam’s massive gut, massaging him.

He wishes he could pull Adam’s robes up to around his fatty tits so he can feel his hairy gut without any barrier. It’s just that he doesn’t think Adam is ready for that yet.

Finally, he burps and starts to sit up a little bit again. “Yeah, fuck… I needed that.”

He’s such a slob. Lucifer almost drools watching him reach for that plate piled high with pasta. He tries to remain nice and still – maybe Adam will just forget that he is there? Maybe he will just let him stand there and feel up his stomach while he slurps down the saucy spaghetti, his lips becoming shiny with oil…

“Hey fucker… you get off on this, huh?”

Lucifer blinks rapidly, then glances over at Adam. He feels flushed and feverish and…

He swallows thickly and takes his hands away from Adam’s belly after all. His voice is breathy and low as he admits softly: “Yes.”

Adam looks unconvinced. Or maybe just unsure whether Lucifer is being honest and is actually just fucking with him? He scoffs and looks away. “Yeah, sure. You wanna suck me off while I eat or some shit? Damn, dude. I know you’re like… the daddy of Hell or whatever but that’s kind of fucked up. Like what happened to you? You were such a cute little… like… guy or something.”

It’s the first time in recent memory that Adam brought up Eden himself. Maybe that’s something… extraordinary, but Lucifer can only fixate on one thing: “Yeah… yeah, I’d like… like that, you know?”

Adam blinks at him. He sits there with a fork full of pasta and his mouth hanging open, visibly thinking about what Lucifer just said and trying to figure out what it means. “Wha-?”

“I can suck you off while you eat,” Lucifer explains breathlessly. He already lowers himself to his knees and crawls under the table. Adam sounds like he is choking on a bite that he hasn’t even taken yet. Maybe he wants to protest or something but he must realize how insane it would be for him to deny a free blowjob by Lucifer, so he quiets down again.

It’s… awkward, honestly, but Lucifer can’t deny how desperately horny it gets him to slowly push up Adam’s robe and see that he – of course – is going commando. Or to see how firm and big his stomach is. It is resting on his thighs and plunging his cock into complete darkness.

Not that Lucifer needs a map to find the fucking thing. He pushes Adam’s knees apart and crawls between them.

“Shit you’re… you’re such a freak,” he can hear Adam stutter.

Lucifer ignores it. He’s stuffing his face between Adam’s thighs and hates that he can’t smell how thick his body odor is here. At least he can feel how warm he is. He’s sweating. Of course he is. Lucifer groans, pushing his face into the lower swell of Adam’s stomach.

“Keep eating…” he mumbles against the other’s skin.

“What did you say?”

Lucifer has to pull away. He’s panting, his body feeling impossibly hot. “Keep eating!” he barks out, far more authoritative than he has been in… years. Decades.

As if through a miracle, Adam does not start to be a brat and deny him. He simply… starts eating. Lucifer can hear him chew.

Goosebumps break out over his body. Sucking Adam’s cock into his mouth is but an afterthought to him listening in to the fatass stuffing himself and feeling up his big, firm stomach as he does so.

It is no surprise that Adam is hard for him. Maybe that is the burden of the first man. Always horny; always ready to pump some kids into a nice, fertile womb. Maybe everybody around him should be a bit more understanding if he constantly behaves like a jackass-

“Fuck, you cook really well, though… should’ve been a chick after all, you know that?”

Lucifer hums. He digs his fingers into Adam’s stomach but can’t make himself be as annoyed as he probably should be. As a father to a very capable, wonderful young woman. Fuck but he is so addicted to Adam’s cock.

It’s been so long. So stupidly long since he last had the pleasure of playing with it. Tears itch at the corners of his eyes. He is just too sentimental for his own good.

Beneath his hands, Lucifer can feel Adam’s gut gurgling again. He groans around his cock, delirious and eager, the morose thoughts from before having left just as quickly as they came.

Oh wow who would have thought that Adam would be such an effective antidepressant?!

Lucifer pulls back a little; just enough that he can start laving his tongue against Adam’s glans again and again, licking up what pre-cum he generously is leaking for him. He’s always been messy, after all… A messy break-up, a messy fuck… a messy eater.

Lucifer can hear him slurp above him and nearly bites Adam’s dick in excitement. He peers up but past the huge gut and the table he can’t see his mouth which is a damn shame. He can at least imagine it, though. How his plump cheeks pull in, his lips shiny with grease sucking the last bit of pasta into his mouth.

“Shit, that really hit the spot…”

Adam is groaning as he says that. He’s leaning back, his large hand with the hairy knuckles appearing and carefully rubbing his aching stomach. It sounds like he is done eating and… and that’s far too early. Far too early. Lucifer can’t have that.

He pulls off Adam’s dick with a pop, one hand curling around it to give him a nice sloppy handjob. Keep him docile and amenable while Lucifer croons: “Just one more bite. Okay? There’s still so much food. You can do just one more, hmn?”

There’s silence long enough that Lucifer thinks Adam will start arguing again; but then he whines and there’s the sound of him pulling a bowl a little closer. “Oh fuck… fuck, you’re such a nasty freak, shit- just don’t stop doing what you’re doing, freak.”

Lucifer hears the crunch of Adam biting into one of the tacos he’s made for him. It sounds reluctant. But he’s eating again. Slow. Painful. Lucifer is nearly vibrating, his tail lashing against the ground with dumb excitement.

He’s about to shoot his load. Just… just a bite or two more. Crap.

“H-h-Hah,” he whispers, pressing feverish, suckling kisses against Adam’s wet glans.

Above the table, Adam groans; a weird mixture of lust and pain. He takes another noisy bite; and Lucifer shoots off hard.

[homeless202]

No Home Prompts/Headcanons

[feel free to use these as inspiration for fanfics or fanart. tag me if you post it!!]

(disclaimer 1: this is prolly very ooc but it's also not supposed to be realistic. disclaimer 2: a lot of these are centered around Haejoon and Eunyung and can be interpreted as /r or /p)

HJ stopping someone from harassing EY, similar to the frying pan scene. [one concrete scenario i have is a teacher/supervisor wanting to cut EY's hair and HJ, who's standing next to him (i imagine all dorm boys lined up for the lights-out roll call), grabs the scissors out of their hand and throws it out the window. HJ: "you should go grab them if you don't want them to rust" so the supervisor goes away. badass HJ (altho he's too much of a model student to spite a teacher like that). EY is confused and in awe. bonus points if there's witnesses who marvel at HJ's badassery and authority defiance.]

all 6 MCs hanging out in the clubroom and HJ does sth cool or impressive (maybe sings out loud and it sounds good). juwan and minju are panicking bc 'holy shit he's so hot i want him carnally' like tearing up, rolling on the floor type craving. marie is watching them freak tf out, completely unimpressed, with an expression like she's on the office. hara is like 'hey man, that sounded really good' like the golden retriever sunshine puppy she is. EY is just staring very intently at him like trying to figure out a puzzle with a faint thought of 'he should join the theater club'. HJ, poor him, is so fucking confused as to why everyone is overreacting and a little embarrassed that he accidentally did that.

minju and juwan craving the 184cm mommy issues ghost guy be like:

^^ this is how i imagine juwan's internal monologue like 98% of the times he interacts with HJ. just constant gay panic.

all the other boys in their dorms who have to listen to HJ and EY's screaming matches all the time. poor fuckers. they all often choke on the tension those two create in the room they're in. but the fighting is basically like free live reality TV prime-time entertainment, so they can't be too bothered (unless they're trying to sleep). and generally, everyone is weirded out/confused by their friendship (?). like 'why is the nice popular pretty guy hanging out with model student bully who sees ghosts, especially when they're always just fighting?' <- #confusion. but it's entertaining so eh ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

HJ helping EY study, maybe forced by a teacher, or from EY's own volition (doubtful), or per juwan's suggestion when EY failed too many exams/classes to keep living in the dorms. i wonder how that tutoring session would go. would probably end bloody.

whenever HJ goes to the grocery store to buy food he also buys a pack of sweets or snacks. every time EY sees them in their room he asks if he can have some. HJ lets him open the pack. EY always asks if he wants some too and HJ almost always says no. after the 6th time this happened, EY confronted him abt it 'why are you buying these if you're not eating them?' and HJ is like 'i buy them for you. i know you like them.' EY is surprised and juwan is happy they're not fighting anymore (but also insanely jealous -> 'when did they get so close? grrrr')

(/r) HJ chilling on the couch in the dorm living-room, reading a book for class and EY comes and wants to lie down but there's no more space so he spreads out on the couch with his legs on HJ's lap, who's a bit like 'wtf' but decides against picking a fight. EY is chilling on his phone in a skirt shorts and with his hair undone. they just chill like that for a while and every poor soul who passes through that room are confused and uneasy abt their lack of fighting. at some point HJ notices the scars on EY's knees and rests his hand (the one not holding the book) on them, then goes back to reading while absent-mindedly rubbing his thumb over the scars. EY is startled and also like 'wtf' but let's it be bc he has crypto to mine.

juwan-marie mlm/wlw solidarity. all 3 boys are not surprised when she comes out as a (disater) lesbian but their reaction is 'oh really? i never would've guessed (/s)'. she comes out to them bc she needs help making hara figure out she likes her in an non-obvious way.

the boys' reaction be like:

marie likes hara, minju likes marie, and hara likes her sport (karate? idr). marie is frustrated at hara's cluelessness, minju is annoyed marie doesn't take her advances seriously, hara is oblivious to the turmoil she's caused. [a scenario i came up with is all 6 in the clubroom where minju just goes full out after shit's been building up for a while like ' why do you like hara and not me? i'm here trying my best and she doesn't even care! how is she so much better than me?' marie is beyond embarrassed and also very done with the bs. she pulls minju outside the clubroom and slaps her in the hallway promptly rejecting her. the other 4 saw everything through the door window and are jaw-dropped-flabbergasted. marie enters again after minju left and everyone asks if she's ok. hara's like 'you like me?' and marie says 'now's not the time for that. don't you have practice or sth?'. after a bit of convincing hara leaves for her lessons and the 3 boys ask marie why she doesn't like minju -> 'she doesn't like me, she just likes the chase. if we were to get together she'd get bored in less than a month and break up with me.' juwan agrees bc he knows minju best and that's something she would absolutely do. marie starts tearing up bc this is overwheming and embarrassing but the boys are there to comfort her. (<- what's even more frustrating in all of this is that marie did like minju in the beginning, before she swindled marie for the clubroom, was disingenuous abt their friendship, and friendzone marie when she told minju that she liked her.) ohh how the turn tables]

^^ this is the dynamic i imagine bc it's hella funny /// @ artist on twt

EY wil fight for kids who can't fight for themselves. if he sees a kid/friend get hit by a parent/authority he won't hesitate to throw hands. he'll step in on the spot and sucker-punch the mfer who put their hands on someone weaker than themselves. [the first time the others see this side of him is when they meet marie's brother, who acts like a massive asshole and stupidly smacks marie in front of them. HJ is ready to say sth/jump in but EY is half a second quicker and already gave the bitch a bloody nose. and he fights with the rage he'd fight his dad with, if he ever dared to do that. like a demon possessed, not anywhere near the way he's ever fought HJ before. marie's crying and begging him to stop hitting her brother, HJ and juwan are frozen in shock. juwan wants to try to calm him down but is too scared to approach him when he's like that. meanwhile HJ is just like 'holy shit, this mfer is actually crazy' and goes to pull EY off of marie's brother bc he got too close to killing him. after that everyone is more wary of him in general, marie is somewhat grateful but also terrified of him. from then on the brother either never hits her again or gathers a group of friends to go beat up a blond high school kid.]

i think it would be interesting to see the bullies who forced EY to crawl two stations to get his money back resurface. that group of bullies bumping into our 3 boys and going like 'whoa, EY? is that you? how're your knees doing?' and laughing. juwan is confused as to what they're talking about, HJ immediately knows who the fuckers are bc he knows the knee story, and EY is trying to ignore them with a poker face but really he's terrified inside bc trauma™. HJ has never seen EY so affected/blank/scared/distraught and is concerned. trouble ensues, bonus points if HJ saves the day (aka beats the fuckers up) and bonus bonus points if he doesn't tell EY abt it and does it in secret.

^^ no thought's behind those eyes. only misery and trauma

juwan and HJ gift EY clothes every time they have an excuse like 'oh you passed that exam? nice here is a new pair of jeans' or 'it's Christmas, this is a jacket for you'. bc my boy needs more than one piece of everything. he needs more clothes and his friends noticed and are now providing. they need to have an excuse/good reason to gift the items to EY bc he will not accept them otherwise (he refuses to be indebted to anyone).

whenever EY catches HJ changing clothes in their room, he feels really guilty when he sees the scar he gave him when they first met. every time, he wants to apologize but he doesn't know how to make it sound genuine, and the apology always catches in his throat anyway. he can't say it out loud, so he quickly makes it a habit to leave the room when HJ changes.

idk man, i just wanna see HJ help EY braid his hair. and EY be surprised by how well he can braid or make fun of him for how bad he is at it. [maybe a hand/arm injury that prevents him from braiding his hair himself and he doesn't want to leave the dorm looking like that before he can get to a girl-friend who could do his hair for him.]

EY goes with HJ to provide moral support when HJ has to go back to his old house to pick sth up or when HJ goes to visit his mom's grave (only 52% willingly). [(/r ->) at the house, HJ would definitely have a mental breakdown and EY would be there to unintentionally aggravate the situation, then mend it and comfort him. EY is also terrified of all the ghost items inside that house when he first enters. HJ is a tad happy to see some old faces (<- the ghosts who live/haunt his house). /// at the graveyard, HJ would try his best not to cry, EY would notice and leave him alone for a bit to mourn. when he's done, before they leave, EY looks intently at the mom's grave stone and nods his head once. maybe it's a salute to the mom, or a 'thank you for raising him well', but in any case, that's the first time we see EY use manners. HJ doesn't notice it bc he's busy with his own feelings.]

parallel to that, juwan and HJ come pick EY up from (aka get him out of) his parent's apartment. the parent's are astounded anyone came for their 'good-for-nothing' son. before the boys leave the apartment building's courtyard, EY's mom comes running up to them. HJ and juwan are in defense/protection mode, EY is just so tired and so done with everything he doesn't feel present anymore. the mom doesn't get any closer, she just looks HJ in the eyes and thanks him for looking out for her son. then she turns to EY and says 'don't fuck this up like everything else in your life' and goes back to the apartment. all of them are shocked by the unexpected good nature she's shown and EY is also a bit upset by her comment about his life but he's too tired to give a shit atm.

when EY finally gets back into acting, HJ helps him learn his lines when he has the time. after his first play, HJ is there to give him flowers and tell him how good his acting was. (/r -> this may or may not be the moment EY really (realizes he) caught feelings) also HJ was gen amazed at how good his acting skills are, like wide-eyed 'wow he's actually really really good'.

(/r) i want EY to wear a skirt as a dare or sth and fluster the shit out of HJ (and any other eyes that catch him in that outfit). EY would tease him for blushing so hard and feel powerful bc of the reaction he's got, until HJ grabs him (one hand on a shoulder and one hand on his waist) and pulls him so he can whisper in his ear 'stop that'. the tables turn. EY pushes away like he's been burned, which might be true, seeing how he got so red one would think he's been sunburned.

(/r) idk if it's canon but i for some reason think HJ has weights in their room. so, EY always stares at HJ from his top bunk bed (where HJ can't see him), whenever HJ's using them. specifically at his biceps. EY is unsure whether he's jealous bc he wants those muscles or if he wants those muscles. (if you catch my drift)

i feel like HJ and EY could bond a lot over music. they are often listening to it.

the apocalypse storyline is not talked about enough. someone needs to write this since wanan only gave us a crumb and disappeared.

i mean, look at this ^^. are you gonna stand there and tell me you're not intrigued?

[despair-to-future-arcs]

poor baby girl!

CHIAKI: Those students were quite cruel, I can see why you ignore Kazuichi; he reminded you of that time...

...Indeed, I figure ignoring him would solve the issue or he would go away but instead he kept being persistent and just...frustrating to deal with.

He just couldn't get a clue or a hint I had no interest in him, he kept thinking that since I was a princess or some royal status that he could get with me, even ignoring what I was interested in but instead he reminded me constantly of my time before attending Hope's Peak Academy.

Especially when that fucking women kept pushing him onto me; I try to be polite, I try to be nice and tell him off politely but no - he wouldn't fucking listen and kept going on and on, hell the actual fucker follow me to the girl's bathroom! How is one that damn oblivious when I am not interest in him at all for 2 to 3 fucking years...

CHIAKI: Sonia...?

Honestly... I rather he go kill himself or die, frankly that is how much he matters to me; he reminds me of the parts I hated about myself and I wouldn't even miss Kazuichi honestly, I be so damn relieved if he was gone.

CHIAKI: Sonia...Sonia?! I know you must be angry with Kazuichi but don't wish death on someone!

Oh, uh...I mean...

Apologies, I just... I just don't like him at all, he was nothing but a creep and wouldn't leave me alone, didn't help no one say anything to him or told him to stop; in fact after it was found out I wasn't a princess anymore, he didn't interact with me anymore so he only care about status.

CHIAKI: Right... I suppose no one wanted to address it because they were in a killing game.

Well, we were but I mean at Hope's Peak Academy; no one spoke up or say anything, they just... chose to ignore it.

Probably it's why I don't think I can ever be friends with Kazuichi, he just... reminds me of that time and I'm sure he would never listen to me at all.

CHIAKI: Right... I'm sorry about that. I'm sure things did get better, right?

Well a bit, actually I think it's when I started to look online and started to find my interest in Japan all thanks to a friend I made.

CHIAKI: A friend...?

Yes a friend, I had met a friend online who was from Japan and it's when I took interest in Japan.

CHIAKI: I see, then maybe we can talk about this another time, next week?

Oh... right, seems it's been an hour, hasn't it?

*gets up* Well thank you very much for that, I think I'm finally am happy to talk a bit more positively, see you next week.

-CLICK!-

I was surprise with her outburst and her wishing Kazuichi dead, I wasn't expecting that.

Indeed but again, the fact that no one say a single thing about it is more concerning.

I think this class has some serious social skill issues from the sounds of it and no one wants to talk, I don't think it's just a Hiyoko and Mikan issue, but a group issue.

[winderlylandchime]

I am here to deliver one of my new favorite things that has happened. My brother was sitting outside, smoking (we are all trying to get him to quit but he keeps bitching at us to mind our business). And out of nowhere he yells ‘I FIGURED IT OUT! I FUCKING FIGURED IT OUT! I am a fucking genius!’ Obviously i went out to ask him what he figured out and the response was amazing ‘you are looking at the person who figured out why Mike is such a little bitch’ he said that with his arms spread out btw like he just won a race. So i asked him what the reason is and you guys, i think this man in real life and in his own thoughts wrote a meta post. Also please try to imagine (just because i think it makes it better for you to have a visual) a grown ass man, with his 5th coffee of the day and a cigarette, wearing a shirt that says i <3 dilfs (he stole it from the neighbor 2 days ago and refuses to give it back), walking up and down the yard like a madman and talking at a speed of light. Anyway here is what he had to offer (side note: lets all say a big thank you for security cameras bc this video has been sent to the whole family and it is our new joy): ‘okay so. So. Hear me out. Okay? So i was thinking about that baby with the weird name and the custody battle and how shitty that is of him and how he always tries to control Brian and how he cant for the life of him mind his own fucking business. Anyway. What if! And I’m no therapist BUT i might as well be after this because: You know how he grew up with no dad? And it was cause Deb decided so and even gave him a fake story? And he didn’t even get to come out on his own cause Debbie told him. And then at work Brian did it for him…kinda..still shitty by the way, but i love Brian. Not the point. Anyway, and then his first big relationship was David who was a big control freak that made him move to a different state, which by the way made me have a tiny spiral about my own love life for a quick second but again not the point. And growing up he was in love with Brian his whole life. Still is if you ask me but whatever, not the point. And Brian never wanted him and he was willing to wait no matter what and probably ignored a ton of dudes for a maybe with Brian. Anyway, I’m no therapist BUT clearly this fucker has never once in his whole life had any control over any decision that actually concerned him. So maybe, MAYBE because of the lack of control over his own life, the way he deals with that is by trying to lie to himself that he is in control of it and how does he do that? By treating his friends like he’s playing a game of Sims. A terrible game of Sims but still. What if that’s why he’s such a bitch? TELL ME I DIDNT FIGURE IT OUT, I dare you! That’s right, you can’t. *does finger guns at me and like fires them and then blows them* i would be an amazing therapist. I should tell this to (his therapists name)’ Then he proceeded to drink the rest of his coffee -which was half full- like it was a shot and started walking backwards with his arms spread out and accidentally ran into the closed door and hit his head a little bit ‘this is no way, shape or form changes the fact that I am a genius’ he went inside, screamed one last ‘GENIUS’ through the window and just randomly started listening to Sandstorm by Darude on full blast. My dad’s response to the security video was ‘why does he care more about a fake show and a fake guy than he did about any of the 4 different college schools he went to? Can he do a psychoanalysis on that next?’ He fully wrote a meta post in his own head about Mikey! I am scared and curious to find out what type of met post he’d do on Brian or Justin.

OH

MY

GOD

Dear sweet anon. Your brother has birthed his first meta post on tumblr without even knowing it.

AND IT’S CAPTURED ON VIDEO. I AM FULLY DECEASED.

Also, dad, it’s far easier to care about Brian than about school work (I watched QAF when I was in graduate school, I know what I’m talking about.)

[urbearfriend]

:) :)

[juniminabloom]

Hello! I hope im not asking too much but may I request a nsfw alphabet for Nightmare King Grimm? This is my first time requesting from you, so I hope It’s not too much!

A/N: I'm so sorry that it's late!! I lost so much motivation for a while and now I'm back! And thank you so much for requestiing!! here are no limits and inbox is ALWAYS open!

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Nightmare King Grimm- NSFW Alphabet

A: Aftercare

-This  B I T C H-

-Goes away to Idk, smoke? But they just start doing their own thing

-They're at least nice enough to make sure you're okay and comfortable

-7/10

B: Body Count

-Has had questions and has wanted to try it out before, but his other half usually gets all the attention so he can't help but wonder

(That was before he met you)

-Never kissed another either

C: Cum

-Wherever he feels like 👍 

-But he loves seeing your cheeks fill up with his essence (He's a freak for that)

-Otherwise on your chest

D: Dirty Secret

-Likes to watch you bathe or shower, especially when you wash your hair. It gives him a nice view of your figure

-Yippee

E: Experience

-None (well before he met you)

-So low that he has had trouble jacking off before (not anymore)

-Poor guy

-Only because his other half gets all the attention 

F: Favorite Position

-Enjoys you giving him oral (a lot) so mostly a position where that can happen

-But otherwise, against the wall- doesn't matter which way you're facing

G: Goofy

-"Haha okay 👍"

-He has no patience or time for fooling around- it's just water under the bridge Ig

H: Hair (And Horns)

-Is okay when you touch his horns, but it doesn't bring him nearly enough pleasure unlike his other half

Same as his other half:

-Will grip and pull your hair (unless you don’t want him to)

-Loves your hair

-Hair down there? He is a bug. He has fucking none. Hair down there on you? Couldn’t give a shit.

I: Intimacy

-Occasionally romantic

-But it's really when he wants it (I mean, damn-)

-He'll take you and (sort of) make the mood however he is feeling: like passionate, rough, loving, etc etc.

-But he of course still loves you <3

J: Jack Off

-ABSOLUTELY jacks off

-Mostly quiet

-But sometimes, just to tease you, he'll be extra loud

-🤗

K: Kink(s)

-(Man is a total dom [yeah come after me])

-BDSM (Giving)

-Choking (Giving)

-Dirty talk (Giving and receiving)

-Degradation (Giving)

-Master/Slave (Giving [He’s the master, so you’d be the slave Idk how to explain it well])

-Spanking (Giving, and not painfully)

-Overstimulation (Giving)

-Voyeurism & Exhibitionism (Giving and receiving are both kinda different but he’d do both)

L: Location

-In his bedroom istg

-But usually somewhere private where he could enjoy you all to himself

-Yayyy privacyyy

M: Motivation

-Hmm;

-"Bedtime"

"Type one or type two"

"It's 2 PM type two"

(Nah man he'll mostly do it in the night)

N: NO

Just like his other half,

-He won’t ever do knife or electric play

-And is not into any pregnancy (man already has a damn kid)

-And he won’t do anything that will physically hurt you (I mean he’ll choke you and shiz but he’ll give you air when you need it. Same with spanking)

O: Oral

-Will give you oral every now and then

-But this fucker LOVES when you give it to him

-He'll be so vocal about it too

P: Piercing

-Uh

-No

-🥳

Q: Quickie

-For oral only

-(I'm telling you he'd love it)

R: Risk

-Has a usual thing, stays with it too

-Doesn't really like change so oh well

-And will refuse to do anything that will physically harm you (Go back to N for choking and spanking)

S: Stamina

-He is the goddamn Nightmare King

-He’ll go on and on and on until you can’t anymore

-When you're dead tired, he isn't the best at jacking off (yet), so he'll just sit there bored, maybe playing with a tiny flame or something

T: Toy

Just like his other half,

-Understands if you’re in the mood for a toy

-But will sit there and watch you (unless you beg for him to leave. Then he’ll listen at the door.)

-He much prefers fucking you instead of you using a toy but is entirely okay with it

-As long as you're happy bbg

U: Unfair

-Is gonna choke you

-Is gonna degrade you

-Is gonna make you that gosh-diddly-damn cock slave of his (sorry)

-So he’s gonna be unfair

-But every now and then he’ll play nice

V: Volume

-Mid? I mean he isn't quiet but he isn't super loud

-Of course, he groans and pants too but that doesn't count

-Much prefers hearing you though

W: Wild Card

-Would fuck you in the shower

-With him behind yo

-But rarely

-Enough said

X: X-Ray

-Uhh

-I'd say good

-Not like a King-Kong hookah dick or something

-But a good hearty size

-I have no clue what kind of manhood he has so I will leave that to you and everyone else

Y: Yearning

-yes

-🤠

Z: Zzz

-Go back to S for some

-Is never the first one asleep

-Big spoon ofc but sometimes likes to be the little spoon (gotta be held every now and then amr)