#Oof Size Large !

[mixed-up-metaphors]

Mistakes Were Made

me: "oh look at this cool thing i just found! i will enjoy it in Small Portions so i can spread out my Enjoyment over time!" me, two hours later: "i have read 95% of what is available of this comic" "what do you mean this is the game's final boss" "oh no this is chapter 27 and there are 29 chapters in this book"

[goofygooberton]

Hi. I have a confession to make.

For the longest time even though I knew gnc had something to do with queerness my only guess as to what it could possibly stand for was “gnomecore”.

[powerup-the-revolution]

I think that "oof" might be a slight understatement here

[somanyants]

Hey, man…

C’mon, stop…

You don’t have to do this.

[lorelune]

guys i was so excited bc i found a bag ive been wanting second hand for a steal HOWEVER it has arrived to me and is… the wrong size

[metaphorthejesterdraws]

(undertale spoilers but mostly just headcanons and stuff) I'm Not Quite Sure How This Got So Out Of Control???

(perhaps surprisingly, this one DOES actually have a very small amount of blood (as well as an off-screen death), so I'm slapping a warning here and in the tags. just in case. no massive violence, though.)

i set out to practice with word bubbles because i intend to make a full-length fancomic series one of these days, and i needed to figure out the word bubble tool.

i figured i'd just use this offhand idea i had about the King Papyrus neutral route and call it a day. well i'm not quite sure what happened but somewhere it went from "simple comic" to "5 pages of what the heck is this". somehow veered into angst again. welp.

(if you feel like reading my logic behind this whole thing here's the initial idea i wrote up like 2 weeks ago lol)

i was thinking about neutral routes (...again...) and i wondered, would the monsters eventually reach a boiling point? like, would they get so fed up with what they perceive to be papyrus' inability to run a kingdom/actually pursue getting a human SOUL that they turn on him?

sans of course would intervene, constantly reassuring everyone that papyrus was doing all he could (which would be the truth!), and even getting just a lil bit ominous and scary if he needed to.

...which got me to thinking something else. if they tried to overthrow him, what steps would they take? where would they stop? monsters' SOULs are made of love after all (and monsters rarely, if ever, show desire to harm another monster at ALL), but would they take a life if it meant freedom...?

which led me to:

[whirling-fangs]

"i don't think i can walk anymore." - [ Heian Verse ]

"I'M FINE, JUST GO ON WITHOUT ME!" PROMPTS // accepting!!

The boy's silhouette turned around in an odd undulation, his head snapping first, soon followed by the rest of his body. the gleeful spark that danced in his eyes had flickered away, replaced by a deep concern that had already seeped deep into his soul.

"It's fine! We can take a break!" He did a poor job at hiding the devouring concern from his voice. "Just sit down, okay! Yeah, let's sit down for a bit!"

As his hand wrapped around the young man's shoulder, Inosuke felt like he was holding him up more than he was helping him down.

"Let's call it a day, alright? We can sit here for a bit, and I'll carry you down the mountain."

It was no suggestion. As he let his gaze fall on Muzan's pale visage, Inosuke felt a dagger plunge deep into his chest. The blood had been drained from the man's face, leaving behind a mere specter, with skin so pale that the thinnest ray of sunlight might just burn a hole through it.

The boy's lips quivered. He had been selfish again, hadn't he? Urging the curly-haired man to clamber all the way up the mountain with him, when he had found Muzan in a state worse than ever. Perhaps it was that suffocating air in the room that had urged Inosuke to open the wooden doors, and drag the poor man out of his bed, under the doctor's reproachful eyes.

Inosuke reached down for the little pouch he kept tied to his belt, an addition he had made to his attire after a few outings with Muzan. It contained fresh water from the stream, that he had made sure to collect before he paid Muzan a visit.

"Here. Drink up. All of it."

He finally sat down beside his companion, trying to chase the restlessness that kept growing inside his chest. The sun was still high above the trees. Higher than it usually was when Muzan showed signs of fatigue.

Inosuke hands dug into the fur that encased his thighs. He bit into his lip, shoulders hunched, allowing wild strands of hair fall by each side of his face. An attempt at concealing his expression.

His illness isn't healing... It just keeps getting worse!

[lcpmon]

head in my hands realising how wide this is gonna be

[purple-umbrella-girl]

Ugh this is too real

[oreo-creampies]

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: some punishment for bratting, hints of jealous!brat!reader, confessions, full Nelson, praise/degradation, control orgasm, creampie, Satoru doesn't last long once he feels you, cream pie, hints of pussy drunk Satoru, overstimulation, choking, manhandling, light size kink, light begging

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧: Imagine you’re being a brat and to punish you gojo turns on infinity so you can’t touch him and you HATE it. He’s driving you insane and you can’t even touch him..oof

Oreo: I'm sorry this took forever 😓, I'm so glad I got to it, it was so much fun to write thank you for this wonderful prompt lovely anon

You’re full of Satoru’s long cock, gliding your sloppy cunt on him. Your sensitive clit rubbing the skin above his cock. “Please I wanna feel your warm cock, I miss feeling your head rub deep in my cunt.” Your cunt spasms, clenching his cock, your thick cum trickling down his balls.

He won’t cum, unable to get close due to not being able to feel your soft cunt gliding on his cock. With his arms crossed behind his head, and a large smirk on his face, he doesn’t seem to be bothered.

Leaning forward, hands above his chest. You want to feel his thick pecs, glide your fingers along the hard line of his abs. “It’s been an hour! My knees and legs are hurting! Please! I can’t keep going!” Pausing with his hard cock stuffed in your sore cunt.

Your knees throbbing, thighs trembling. “I wanna make you cum! Wanna feel your puffy veins pulse right before you do. Please I’m sorry for getting jealous, I wanted all of your attention!” It’s not fair not being able to touch your beautiful Satoru.

Sliding your hand down his bare sculpted chest admiring him. “I know you’re an attention-needy brat no matter how much I give you you’ll always want more.” He grabs your hips, without actually touching you. “That’s what I love about you, you and your greedy cunt can keep up with me.”

Looking away your cheeks burn, “I love you too, I’m worried you’ll tire of me.” Satoru slowly gliding you off his cock, standing up turning you around with ease. Reaching back, the infinity vanishes allowing you to slide your fingers through his undercut over his blind fold. Grabbing a fistful of his fluffy, soft hair.

His chest warm pressed to your back, lining up his cock. You moan in relief, the warmth and softness of his cock head stroking your cunt. “Whose are you?” Nudging in just the tip, holding your there. After being denied so long it’s not enough.

Wiggling your hips, you can't slip anymore of him inside. He hooks your legs over his arms, firmly clasping his hands around your neck. “I’m yours! I'm all yours! I’m a greedy jealous slut who wants you all to myself. I can’t get enough please! Please fuck me!” Moaning, biting your bottom lip, curling your toes.

Satoru feels better than anything else could. His large warm hands around your neck, the weightless feeling of held up and mercilessly fucked. You cry, tensing up when he hits your cervix.

It’s a strange, overwhelming intense almost painful sensation that becomes better with ease hit. Satoru ruts his hips up to meet your hips when he forces you down on his long, being cock. “That’s it!” Satoru’s breathy moans are beautiful, your cunt clenching his veiny cock.

He croons, “That was a punishment for me too not being able to feel ya sweet cunt. Missed it so much, I'll stop her from flirting, make it clear that I'm lucky to be yours.” Fucking your sloppy cunt faster, stroking your sweet spot, bruising your soft cervix. Making it hard to think.

“Whose am I?” His words fall of deaf ears, whining, cuming, squeezing Satoru. The thick veins on his cock pulse, his head nudges deep inside and you feel warm thick cum spurting out.

Refusing to stop, unable to get enough of your tight, squelching cunt. “You’re mine! My Toru! My handsome Satoru! Please! That it! Right there please, your cock feels so good.” He squeezes your neck.

Your sloppy wet cunt gripping him just right, keeping his sensitive cock hard. “All yours sweetheart, fuck, I don't want anyone else but you beautiful. Your slutty little cunt is perfect, the way you say my name, how you welcome me home, fuck I love getting your texts throughout the day. Nnn if I saw someone else flirting with you, I'd been making you scream my name till your voice goes out.”

oreo’s m.list

[mixed-up-metaphors]

some outdated thoughts i had on the sans fight from like 3 months ago.

hold on. hold on. let me get this straight. maybe im hilariously wrong and i'll shake my head at this later, but screw it. im pretty sure that in the sans boss fight in a no mercy run, he just yeets the player's SOUL around the screen amiright? it does damage. up to a point.

eventually, it stops dealing damage.

but he keeps doing it.

for no reason??? until he quite literally tires out to the point he can't move you anymore, only holding you, the player, still?

it's anger. it's freaking anger. he just wants to throw you around. to freaking annoy you, the player. not just to make you bored, but because he's freaking mad. because he hates the player so much for their actions.

that's his grief talking.

[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

ANIMALS- L. HOWLETT

Pairing: Boyfriend!Logan x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 636 (quick drabble lol)

Summary: You and Logan play a game of hide and seek while you have the manor to yourselves…

Warnings: Smut implied, fingering, daddy kink, praise kink, a little degrading, size kink, Logan being a dommmm, priminalish? Logan, swearing, teasing, grinding etc

“baby i’m prayin on you tonight, hunt you down and chew alive just like animals, animals like animals… baby you think that you can hide, i can smell your scent for miles…”- animals, maroon 5

You counted your breaths, trying to steady them. A quick, sharp inhale.

One, two, three, four. Out.

You gripped the bannister of the oak headboard, squeezing yourself in a corner by the back of the bed. It wasn't long now before he found you.

It was a chase. A hunt, a hound sniffing out his prey.

You and Logan had made a deal- your agreement more a joke then anything, but nonetheless- you were here, in hiding.

“If I catch you, I get to fuck you.” He smirked , flipping his pocket knife in the air, fidgeting around between his fingers like the blade was nothing. You laughed, eyeing him up suspiciously.

“You get to fuck me, hm?”

“Yeah sweetheart. Anyway that I want.”

Well you had never backed down from a challenge, especially not from him. As your boyfriend it was his job to rile you up- and to get you going. You couldnt say you minded it though.

So now you were here, a hand gently held against your mouth, as you tried to slow your heartrate down. You knew he had heard you, there was no way he hadn’t. The manor was empty, everyone gone on either summer break, a mission or were just out for the day.

It was when you and Logan could have your fun. The real fun.

Your footsteps surely echoed down the grand hallways, bouncing off the oak furnishings and dozens of old paintings hung. It was only a matter of seconds now, before he found you.

You squeezed your thighs together in anticipation, wetness coating the apex of your thighs. Your skin turned hot to the touch, heart beating so loud you could hear it rattling as if it were a fly buzzing in your ear.

Sure enough, the clack of his boots stopped at the doorway, pushing it open slowly. It creaked so loudly you winced.

“Cmere pretty, pretty girl. Come to daddy.” he chuckled, tormenting you with his slow and stead stride.

You heard an armoir open, then slam shut. He was toying with you.

“I know you're in here baby. I can smell ya.”

One, two, three, four. One, tw-

You let out a loud yelp as two large arms caged you in, sweeping you off your feet as if you were a sack of potatoes. “Caught ya.” he whispered teasingly in your ear, throwing you on the bed.

You bounced with an oof, scrambling back as he pounced on you. “Mghm Lo-“ you whined as he tore your top off with such ferociously you feared his claws would come out.

“You like running from me baby? You like the chase hmm.?” You nodded, gasping as his denium clothed knee pushed your legs apart, leaving you to grind shamelessly on his knee “Yeah, yeah I know you do. Fuckin slut.”

“F-fuck..” you stuttered as he pinned your hands above your head, letting you ride him. “Such a needy girl.” he cooed at you, mocking your moans and whimpers as he tugged down your shorts.

“She’s so needy too. Should I give her what she wants?” he asked, eyes greedily taking in the wet patch on your underwear. You clenched at the mere sound of his voice, panties dripping wet. Soaked. “Please Lo- you have to-“

“I have to what hm? I don’t think I have to do anything. You’re not in control here, princess.” You sucked in a gasp as his hand slithered down your underwear, large fingers coaxing you as they lightly brushed your clit, pinching it.

“Pretty girl.” he cooed, sliding a finger down past your folds, to pump deep inside you, curling until he hit the spot that had you seeing stars. “Stretchin ya out baby, cause you’re too tight. Always so tight f’me. I’m gonna fill you up so good, just the way you like baby. Such a tiny lil thing, you just wanna get wrecked hm?”

You were beyond flustered, muscles tensing as he picked up the pace- your toes curling. “You’re doing so good princess. But you gotta take my cock now, m’kay?”

[kxsalt]

The Huntress. Prowling through the house, the bunnygirl sneaks up on her wolf boyfriend. She enters the bedroom silently. Staying low, the girl crawls on all fours to avoid detection. The handsome wolfboy is reclining and scrolling through his phone. Unaware, he yawns and stretches out his long, powerful body. The tiny bunnygirl peers over the bed, wiggles her butt, and leaps.

One smooth pounce and the bunny lands on top of him. “Rawrrr!” She squeaks as she pins him to the bed. Shocked, the wolf almost tosses her off. He relaxes as he feels her weak hands press against him. “Oh nooo…” The man growls. “…you caught me…” The faint teasing tone in his voice is lost on her. “Yup!” She announces proudly. “Now I’m gonna eatcha.”

Little bunny bites nibble on his biceps. He chortles as her lips work their way up his shoulders to his neck. The wolf’s hands rub against her sides. She grinds herself against him, tiny bites turning into longer kisses. Lifting her head up, the bunny stares into his eyes. “I’m a scawy pwedator.” The girl explains with shaky confidence. Her boyfriend gives her an approving nod. “Mmhm, very scary.”

The bunnygirl’s face blushes pink. A sudden realization of their size difference makes her brain fuzzy. She tries to keep it together. The tiny bunny rocks her hips on top of the large wolf. Using her last ounce of assertiveness, the girl’s hands run down his muscled body to his cock. “This… uh- bun’s gonna… uhm… do…” It takes both of her little paws to grip it.

Her voice trails off as she strokes him. The wolf rises up and plays with her tits. She shivers when his teeth scrape her nipples. Regaining focus, the bunny predator pushes against his chest. He leans back, letting her pin him again. Gripping his cock again, she pushes the head against her wet pussy. “I’m gonna do whateffer- what-effort, uh, what…” The little bunny stutters through her attempts at domination.

Nervous, she can’t quite squeeze his cock inside herself. The girl starts to panic. He watches her get more flustered as it slips and pushes around. A gentle finger runs down her ribs. “You’re doing great, bun. Relax.” The wolf flashes her a toothy grin. She lets out a long exhale and lowers her hips down onto her boyfriend’s cock. Her nose twitches as she eases him inside. “oof…”

“Such a vicious predator. I’m so helpless.” The wolf mutters as he gently lifts her up and adjusts her into a more comfortable position. “All yours, bunny. What are you going to do?” She quivers as the second-last inch of his cock pushes inside. The girl had never been able to fit him all in and today was no different. “Uhhh… gonna… uhhh… caught you…” Her boyfriend smiles and waits for her to start bouncing.

Up. Her hips rise, pussy gripping tight as it runs up the hung wolf cock. Down. The bunny pushes him back in, and starts to cum. “eeeeek!!!” Convulsing, she bites into his chest and starts to sob. Another few hops from her hips and she orgasms. Crying and humping, the huntress cums on the ensnared wolf. “I can’t…” She whimpers. “I can’t…” Her face nuzzles against his. Holding the small bunny in his arms, he kisses her forehead.

She sniffles softly. Unable to move, the girl’s orgasm still sends shudders through her body. “Do you want to keep going…?” The wolf asks, rubbing her back. Embarrassed by her lack of control, the bunny nods. “Yes, but…”

“…can I be your prey?” She stares up at him with teary eyes, still speared on his thick cock. The man wipes her face gently and kisses her lips. “Of course, bunny. That’s okay.” Letting out a long, gasping exhale, she melts into his arms. “…thank you…”

He sits upright, letting her nestle in his lap. Holding her by the torso he pumps his cock into the little bunny. “You were always my prey, sweetheart.” Folded around him, her heels dig into his back. “mmyuh… you’re the best predator…” He lifts and moves her up and down as he pleases. “The biggest…” His cock thumps into her tight bunnycunt. “The meanest…” The wolf sinks his teeth into her neck. “The scariest…”

The girl is a wet needy mess by the time he cums. He wipes her off and gives her water to drink. She takes a short nap on his chest before hopping off to the shower. When she emerges from the steamy room, the bedroom is silent and empty. The girl grins.

The bunny wanders to the kitchen looking for a snack. She doesn’t make it halfway before he grabs her. Trying to escape, the powerful man wrestles her to the floor. A loud burst of laughter as he forces her legs open. A long whine of pleasure as he thrusts his cock inside. The bunnygirl is completely at the mercy of the vicious wolf. The bite mark bruise on her neck makes him rut deep and hard.

“My prey.” The wolf growls as his hips buck into her tiny frame. “My predator <3” The bunny squeaks as she lifts her legs up high to let him get deeper. The couple kiss, entangled on the floor. Their tongues play with each other as he breaks her. Wet smacking and tiny bunny squeaks punctuate the air as he gnaws on her bare tits. She holds on tight as she cums, whimpering with every thrust and bite. “…my predator…”

[sylusdarling]

Caught Kitten

Sylus x reader

✧ How to deal with naughty kittens who don’t listen

Content: Sylus x fem!reader, vaginal sex, evol useage, switch!reader, riding

A/N: This is my first fic on this blog. I’m so excited to post. I hope you all enjoy!

You weren’t planning to give up. You had to prove to that bastard that you weren’t weak and that you were more than capable to win a simple bet like capturing a brooch. It was your third time sneaking into Sylus’ room within the past few days. Each time you’ve failed to find the brooch and it resulted with a snarky Sylus kicking you out of his room. But not tonight, you were going to find that goddamn crow brooch.

You approached the large red doors that lead into the silver haired man’s bedroom. Standing outside for a moment you inhaled a deep breath preparing for whatever may be on the other side. With a soft push of your palm against the door it opened. Cautiously you poked your head into the room, you were met with silence.

Taking soft, calculated steps you began to step foot into the room. Unfortunately for you, you failed to notice the main obstacle that was present in the room, Sylus himself. He sat on his king size bed with his head down. He sat in his signature crimson robe that unfortunately for you, hugged his body much too well. After taking a closer look you noticed that he was currently cleaning his gun. His large hand roamed over the gun as he cleaned it with a black silk handkerchief.

You prayed that he was focused enough at the task at hand that you would get a few minutes in without being kicked out. Your first stop was his bedside table. Right before you got there Sylus turned around unexpectedly and aimed the newly cleaned gun directly at you.

“Freeze.” He ordered.

You sighed already defeated and stuck your hands in the air. He approached you, gun still pointed at you. “Seems like a little kitty stumbled into somewhere she shouldn’t be once again.”

Your head drooped. “I’ll see myself out.” You turned onto your heel to leave but Sylus unexpectedly grabbed your wrist. “And who said you can leave?” His sharp red eyes starred at you as he awaited an answer.

“Well I just assumed you were going to kick me out again.”

Sylus tsked. “And I guess that means you already forgot what I said if I were to catch you sneaking into here again.” Before you could respond he began to drag you to his bed.

“W-wait!” Sylus threw you onto his bed and you landed with an “oof.”

Sylus climbed on top of you. His sharp red eyes piercing you as you were trapped underneath him. “I told you, if I were to catch you again you’d be punished.”

You scoffed, “As if being trapped here with you isn’t already punishment enough.”

“Oh sweetie, don’t say that. You’ll hurt my feelings.” The silver haired man smirked.

Flashes of black and red swirled around you and suddenly you were bound in place. Sylus used his evol to tie your hands down which left you helpless.

He grabbed your chin between his thumb and index finger as he stared at you. “Now, what will I do with you?”

You struggled against his evol even though you knew you were trapped. You laughed bitterly. “You hate me enough that this is what you resorted to?”

Sylus’ eyes narrowed dangerously at your statement. “Oh is that what you think?”

“Aren’t I right?” You scoffed.

He hummed, “I’d say it’s quite the opposite.”

He leaned down and captured your lips in a kiss. It was forceful, heated even. Like he was trying to convey something.

Once he pulled away you took a deep inhale trying to catch your breath.

“Why don’t you put your claws away, kitten?”

Turning away from Sylus you hmphed at him.

Quirking an eyebrow up, Sylus spoke. “Seems like someone has some attitude today.”

The dual coloured tendrils began to slither up under your shirt. It caused the buttons to pop.

He ran his hand up your bra. “Hm, black lace. A nice choice, It suits you.” He hooked his finger in the middle of your lace bra and pulled down which caused your breasts to spill out.

You yelped in shock. “Sylus!”

The silver haired main took one of your nipples into your mouth without breaking eye contact. His sharp, ruby eyes gazed directly into yours as he sucked which caused a full body shiver. “Maybe your mouth does have another purpose other than being a cocky bastard.”

Pulling off of you with a ‘pop’ he grinned. “Careful, talk like that will only make me harder sweetie.” Taking your hand he pressed it against his robe covered groin. And he indeed wasn’t lying about that. Feeling the hardness in your hand made you clench around nothing. Clouded by arousal, your dislike for Sylus began to fade. Instead you desired him. You needed him.

“Sylus.”

“Hm?”

“Fuck me.”

He snickered, “Seems like someone had a change of heart.”

You struggled against his evol once again. “Please. If you don’t fuck me, I will.”

“Oh really?” He flicked his wrist and suddenly his evol around your wrists dissipated. “Go ahead then.”

You glared at him as you sat up. In a swift movement you crossed the bed and pushed him down. Now he laid under you with your hands at either side of his head. His silver hair laid messily against the comforter as he looked up at you. “Oh, is kitty feeling feisty tonight?”

Your hands fumbled with the knot that held Sylus’ robe together, “You said to go ahead, so I did.”

Even though you didn’t like the man’s personality, you had eyes. He was good looking with his toned body and handsome face. It pissed you off. The fact that you couldn’t deny wanting him any longer also pissed you off. Once the robe was undone your hands glided across his skin, feeling him up. Your heated gaze scanned every inch of skin, every mole and every divot of his abs.

“Like what you see, sweetie?”

“What if I do?” You retorted.

His large hands snaked up around your waist, “Then that means I can admit that I like what I see as well.”

“Sylus, I can’t wait any longer.” You panted as you reached for his cock. His tip was already leaking, clearly affected by you.

“Then don’t.”

Lining his cock up with yourself, you began to sink down on it. He was so large and thick that you were struggling to get it to all fit. “It’s so big.”

“Come on, kitten. You can do it. You’re almost there.” Sylus was grabbing your hips to help you sink down.

Sylus threw his head back in bliss as you clenched around him. “God, you feel divine.” He spoke in what sounded like a growl.

“D-do you think I can move?” You asked.

“Take your time. If you think you’re ready go ahead but don’t push yourself too hard.” He was surprisingly caring.

Once you were comfortable enough you decided to move. Slowly you pushed yourself up almost off of his cock before you sunk back down with a whine. It felt so good. You needed more. You repeated the process slowly picking up speed. Sylus watched you like a hawk, making sure to not miss any of your gorgeous facial expressions.

He was lost in the way your body moved. Mesmerized even. “You’re absolutely perfect, kitten.” His hands roamed your body. Up the sides of your hips, your breasts, your neck. Anywhere he could get his hands on. He needed to feel you.

“I think I’m going to come.” You panted as your legs were getting sore and sweat dripped down your forehead.

“Go ahead, sweetie. You deserve it.” He said as he tweaked your breast. He leaned into your ear and on his deep, husky voice he whispered “Come for me.” And that tipped you over the edge. You saw white, blinding light as you came with a cry on Sylus’ cock.

You could tell Sylus wasn’t far behind. Leaning in, you kissed him. Tangling your hot tongues together as you grinded down on his cock.

“I’m coming, kitten.” He breathed out before he came inside you The white, hot cum filling you up. You pulled away from the kiss and let out a huff of air.

Pulling of of Sylus, you flopped down beside him on the bed absolutely exhausted. The silver haired man leaned over and brushed your messy hair out of your face.

“You did very well, kitten.”

“Thanks.” You mumbled out, exhausted.

He grabbed your hand and placed something inside of it. “I think you deserve this.” Opening your hand you were met with the brooch that you’re been searching for the whole time.

“Does this mean I pass the test?” You giggled.

He hummed, “Yes, I think your…determination is rather admirable.” You felt the weight beside you on the bed leave. Looking up you saw Sylus standing above you. He slotted his arms underneath you and picked you up bridal style.

“How about a shower?”

You snuggled into his warmth with a smile. “Sounds good.”

“Snuggling into my chest, you really are like a kitten.” You could hear the smile in his voice as he said that.

[arathejedi394]

that meme of bucky with the twitter post saying "the winter soldier having flashbacks of gay sex and not knowing why"

“I think I’m gay,” Bucky announces abruptly.

Sam chokes on his beer. Bucky claps him on the back, looking pensively into the dark water. Sam gets a breath, then clears his throat several times before licking his lips.

“What makes you say that?” he asks casually.

“I remember having gay sex,” Bucky answers ponderously. “A lot.”

"A lot?" Sam repeats, now bewildered.

Bucky just nods slowly, his gaze distant. Sam blinks several times, wondering what the hell he's imagining.

“With who?” he demands, looking at him with eyebrows high on his forehead.

Bucky just frowns. “I don’t know. A couple of guys. A big one and a little one.”

Sam looks out at the water, too, mouthing under his breath about how fucking stupid this man can get. Then takes Bucky’s cigarette and drags on it. Bucky snatches it back.

“You’re not a super soldier,” he snaps. “No smoking, kid.”

“Sorry,” Sam replies. “I mean, about – About not remembering… Hm… Oof. That’s, uh, that’s rough, buddy.” He claps Bucky on the shoulder, glancing over his shoulder with a grimace for their friend, the one who was little but now is big and is now retired so he can paint large blue watercolors of some vague masculine figure over and over again, that friend. He faces the water again and blows out his breath. Idiots. Jesus Christ man.

Bucky sighs, wistful, then drags on the cigarette himself. The boat rocks behind them.

“Did I hear you say you remember having gay sex?” Steve calls from behind them.

Bucky glances over his shoulder at him. “Yeah,” he says, nodding. “You know anything about that?”

Sam looks at Steve, raising his eyebrows. Steve’s lower lip wobbles for a second and then he just smiles.

“I’m sure you’ll remember,” he then says quietly.

Bucky nods, turning back. Sam drops his jaw at Steve, who just lowers his gaze and sits down on a bench, hands in his lap and head down. Like a kicked puppy. Sam blusters, half gesturing between the two of them, but Steve shoots him a glare and Bucky doesn't notice. Sam looks between the two of them for over a minute, just watching these two idiots standing five feet apart because they’re not gay.

“Okay,” Sam declares, “that’s it! I’ve had it up to HERE with the homoerotic tension on this boat!”

Bucky looks up, frowning. Steve jerks his head up, too, his eyes wide. Sam points with both hands at Steve, but looks at Bucky.

“He knows somethin’ about you being gay for sure!” he snaps. “Frankly, I think he knows more about it than you do! Double frankly! I know that for a mothafuckin' fact!”

Bucky opens his mouth, looking bewildered, then glances between Steve and Sam. “Huh?”

Sam slaps himself in the face with the hand not holding his beer. Bucky frowns at Steve. Steve blushes and looks towards the stern of the boat. Bucky suddenly gasps, jerking a hand up to point.

“I fucked you!” he shouts.

Steve blushes harder, bright red behind his beard, as he look down into his lap, then he nods, seeming speechless.

Sam smacks himself on the forehead again, making a face at their stupidity. Then Bucky shoves his cigarette back into his hand, and he storms right up to Steve and hauls him off the bench by the back of his shirt. Steve squeaks adorably for a man of his large size, but Bucky starts dragging him off the boat.

“Okay?” Sam calls after them as Steve stumbles to keep up with Bucky. “Bye, I guess?”

“Thanks!” Bucky shouts over his shoulder.

“What’s going on?” Steve says.

“I’m fucking your face in that alley over there, sweetheart,” Bucky announces. "Then I'm coming all over your beard."

“I did not need to hear that!” Sam shouts back. “Didn’t need to hear that! I expect to be both of y’all’s best man at your wedding! And the officiant! And I’mma give both of y’all away, too!” He turns, then pivots, jabbing his finger in their direction. “And it better be a destination wedding, gay ass dumbasses! I wanna go to Bali!”

Steve waves his middle finger behind him as he skips, eagerly, along behind Bucky down the pier. Sam shakes his head, turns, and puffs on the cigarette again.

“Gay ass dumbasses,” he mutters, “one looks over, the other’s already looking away. My ass.”

[slytherin-pen]

Size Matters

pairing: Ruhn x Flynn x Ithan x Reader

word count: 1.2k

warnings: sexual innuendos galore lmao

a/n: finally adding Crescent City to my masterlist! written for day 3 of @polysjmweek

Movie night was supposed to be relaxing. A nice, quiet evening with your three boyfriends, a ridiculous amount of snacks, and at least one action movie that Ithan would pretend he wasn’t totally invested in.

That was the plan, anyway. But leave it to your boyfriends to take up all the space with none left for you.

You couldn’t blame them entirely, though. After a few years of dating the boys, you had moved into Ruhn’s house with them. A house that was already begging for more space after Ithan moved in, claiming the fourth and final bedroom. That meant you didn’t get your own room but cycled through sleeping with one of the boys each night instead. It worked great for you. You were never alone, and even if one of them had been busy all day, you could still snuggle with them all night to make up for it. It was a perfect situation, except for times like these.

You stared at the sectional couch in front of you. Ruhn had already claimed the left side, his legs stretched out, one arm draped over the back like the prince he was. Ithan had taken the middle, lounging like he wasn’t built like a damn tank, feet propped up on the coffee table. And Flynn was sprawled on the right, legs wide, arms stretched across the cushions like he was trying to take up as much space as possible.

You eyed the tiny open spaces between them, your bottom lip sticking out in a small pout. “You didn’t leave enough room for me.”

Ithan glanced at you and immediately read the situation, shifting slightly—barely enough to make a difference.

“You can fit,” he said, but you weren’t convinced.

Flynn patted his lap. “Or,” he drawled, “You could sit here.”

Ruhn shot him a glare. “You don’t get to hog her tonight, Flynn.”

Flynn feigned offense, gasping and placing a hand over his heart. “I don’t hog her. I just love and appreciate her more than you assholes.”

Ithan shoved him hard enough to make an audible oof.

You sighed dramatically. “Guess I’ll just sit on the floor like some kind of peasant.”

Immediately, three different voices spoke at once.

“Like Hel, you will.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Just sit on me.”

Ruhn rolled his eyes but grabbed your wrist, tugging you onto his lap before you could even argue. You yelped at the sudden movement, but he was warm, solid, and—okay, this wasn’t the worst seat in the world.

Ithan smirked. “Guess that settles it.”

But Flynn took one look at the situation and groaned. “Oh, come on. Ruhn gets lap privileges? That’s favoritism.”

Ruhn smirked. “You snooze, you lose.”

Flynn grumbled, but instead of moving over to make space, he flopped sideways so his head ended up right in your lap, his long legs draped over Ithan.

“There,” he said with a satisfied sigh. “Problem solved.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You just managed to take up even more room.”

Flynn grinned up at you. “But now I’m comfortable, and my lovely girlfriend can play with my hair.”

Ithan looked like he was about to strangle him, but you just laughed as he scooted to the other end of the couch. Ruhn’s arms tightened around your waist, and as the movie finally started, you ran your fingers through Flynn’s hair. Ithan stretched his arm toward you so he could twirl the ends of your hair.

“We need a bigger couch,” you said.

Ruhn craned his neck so he could meet your eyes. “How much bigger can it get? We already have a large couch.”

You hummed, shimmying to burrow deeper into Ruhn’s arms. “We could get a couch meant for the angels. They make them extra wide and long.”

“I know what else is extra wide and long,” Flynn chimed in, his voice slightly muffled by your thighs.

You smacked him in the head at the same time Ithan pinched his leg.

“Ow!”

Ruhn chuckled. “Told you that dirty mouth was going to get you in trouble.”

“As if,” Flynn scoffed. “She loves my dirty mouth, don’t you, babe?”

You blushed furiously, burying your face into Ruhn’s neck. “No comment,” you mumbled.

All three boys laughed.

“A bigger couch isn’t a bad idea,” Ithan said. “But where would we put it?”

You removed your face from Ruhn’s neck to respond. “We move the pool table, and then we’d have plenty of room.”

“Not the pool table,” Ruhn whined.

“Don’t tell me you’d choose a pool table over your girlfriend,” you deadpanned while side-eyeing him.

“Of course not,” he said, his tattooed hand running up and down your side. “But why do I have to choose? If my memory serves me correctly, we’ve had lots of fun on that pool table.”

“Would you stop it with the innuendos?” you said, smacking his chest. “I swear it’s like I live with a bunch of animals. Except you, Ithan. You’re tame.”

Ithan grinned. “Come over here, sweetheart. I’ll protect you from their vulgarity.”

“Don’t you dare,” Ruhn warned, but it was too late.

You crawled out of Ruhn’s lap and across Flynn, who groaned when your knee dug into his stomach. Ithan grabbed you by the hips and placed you across his lap, your back to the arm of the couch.

“That’s better,” Ithan said, placing a kiss on your temple. “No more corrupting our girlfriend.”

“Too late for that,” Flynn laughed. “She was corrupted when we had sex in the—“

You interrupted him with a throw pillow to the face. “Stop it,” you scolded. “You’re embarrassing me.”

“Aw, don’t be embarrassed, baby,” Ruhn said, his tone empathetic. “You’re just so cute when you blush. And you can hardly blame us for looking back on those times fondly. We’re some lucky bastards for finding such a beautiful girl who puts up with our shit.”

“I don’t put up with anything,” you retorted. “I made Flynn clean up his pigsty of a room just two days ago.”

“It was not a pigsty! It was just a little messy.”

“It was a pigsty. Smelt like one too.”

“Now you’re just being mean,” Flynn pouted.

“Oh, my poor baby,” you cooed. “Should I call your mommy?”

“I didn’t know you had a mommy kink,” Flynn smirked.

“You asshole!”

You launch out of Ithan’s lap and land on Flynn, tickling that spot under his ribs.

The sound of Ithan and Ruhn’s laughter, and Flynn’s pleas for mercy drowned out the movie.

“Ok! Ok, I’m sorry! Please!”

“Promise you’ll behave!”

“I will, I will,” Flynn swore between fits of laughter.

You relented, settling down between Flynn and Ithan. You were squished, your shoulders caved inward to make room for their massive biceps but you were so warm and cozy you didn’t mind.

Ruhn leaned toward the coffee table and grabbed two bowls of popcorn, handing one off to you to share with Ithan. All four of you finally relaxed comfortably on the couch, joking about the characters’ poor decisions in the movie.

You sighed, leaning your head on Ithan’s shoulder and curling your legs to lay in Flynn’s lap. Flynn grabbed one of your socked feet and squeezed gently.

Your couch might not be big enough for the four of you, but your hearts certainly were.