#ask the losers

[itscherryterry-again]

This Barbie bites !

[dailyhatsune]

Lego pill baby but miku

behold

[kookyfemme]

do we fw femmes who are major dorks?? femmes who cant see without their glasses?? femmes who are straight A students?? femmes who have no spatial awareness and are constantly bumping into everything around them?? femmes who spend all their free time thinking about and researching their latest special interests?? femmes who will go on and on without taking a break about anything and everything that's been on their mind, not realizing that they've been talking for hours?? femmes who can hardly imagine anyone actually falling for them because of the way that they typically annoy everyone with their yapping?? femmes who just want to have their brain shut off for once?? do we fw dork femmes?????

[jambamthepaperman]

“Why don’t you want me” after literally throwing a sink at her head to kill her RIO BABE WORK ON YOUR TIMING

[bruciemilf]

“Battinson needs a Robin” “Battinson needs a Superman” “Battinson needs a Harley” I agree with all of that, but do you know what else Battinson needs? An Oliver Queen.

[lustagel]

౨౿ ugh i can’t stop thinking about how loser! rodrick would follow you around like a lost puppy when you’re in a swim suit.

every other guy would let their girl be. she looks good. he know it, she knows it and he wants everyone else to see how beautiful she is, but not your boyfriend. it isn’t that he’s insecure or anything he just simply can’t stand not being seen with you when you look so good. ever since he was mistaken for being just your “loser friend” by a guy that was hitting on you, he’s been eager to hold your hand or kiss your hair line in public.

so now, with your ass on full display for everyone to see, he needs to be stuck to you like glue! anywhere you go he wants to come, and you indulge in his behavior by holding his hand while he falls shortly behind. you believe it’s cute. the way he’s so quick to stand when he sees you even remotely move while you’re at the beach. “i have to use the bathroom,” you tell, wrapping your towel around your waist, but he still stands from his spot beside you. “me too,” he lies, of course. you only grin before standing and holding your hand out to him. you walk the whole way through the warm sand with his hand in yours. once you make it to the bathroom, he takes his place by the sign.

“you want to watch me pee too?” you joke, but you’re only met with hopeful eyes from him. you almost roll your eyes. “stay here, cutie.” you kiss the corner of his lips before leaving.

he can’t help it, he just want everyone to know you’re his cool girlfriend.

[the-phantom-peach]

have you ever drawn the first hero? If not what’s your interpretation oh him?

I have, but I’ve never posted him;;

He’s in my doodle folder along with my Hylia interpretation 🫶

[sapphicyanli]

park "i'm not gonna do any real flirting, just gonna stare at the woman of my dreams until she noticed my pathetic level of yearning radiating off of my aura and big brown eyes" gyeong sok

[uhohdad]

hear me out, loser! könig who's in love with his best friend and she drags him to go dress shopping and he has to consciously keep himself from drooling everytime she shows him a new dress. She's just so pretty, grabbable hips with the prettiest smile and she has that sparkle in her eyes and she's looking at *him.*

(18+) Dress Shopping with Loser!König

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅^ྀི ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅^ྀི ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅^ྀི ⋅˚₊ ‧୨୧ ‧₊˚

“What do you think of this one?”

Loser!König has heard this question all day long, and if he answered honestly, you’d run for the hills.

Loser!König can’t believe you’re inviting him to ogle at you. His eyes devour the way each dress hugs your curves, your legs that curtsy and twirl as you show off, hips that beg for his strong hands. His favorite are the particularly low-cut dresses, shamelessly drooling over your plush, perfect cleavage. He imagines he’s slipping his hardened hands down your collar and into your bra, grabbing two handfuls of your soft breasts, massaging them against his palms.

Loser!König’s erection has turned painful long ago, forced to tuck his aching cock into the waistband of his pants in hopes you can’t tell that you’re torturing him. Torturing him with your perfect body, with that brilliant smile, with soft, sweet eyes looking up at him so innocently. It brings a heat to both his face and his cock, leaking and throbbing in his pants.

Loser!König who can’t stop thinking about how easy it would be to lift the hem of your dress and get a glimpse of your panties. He wants to sneak an upskirt photo, craves to know what color you’re wearing, what cut, if they’re lacy or not. The thought of a dainty bow on the top of your panties has a huffy groan threatening to leave his lips, a pretty little present for him to unwrap.

Loser!König can hardly resist the urge to drag you into the fitting room. Pin both of your wrists to the mirror with a brute hand, the other sneaking up your thighs and bunching up the dress. Grinding his aching cock against your front, nestling himself between your lips and rocking against your clit. Yanking your soaked panties to the side and bullying his thick cock into your dripping cunt while you claw at him, his name stuck in the back of your throat.

Loser!Konig who practically throws his wallet at the cashier when you go to pay. He would buy you a hundred dresses if it means he gets to look at you in them.

Loser!König pretends to use a fitting room to try on a shirt, but instead relieves his painful, throbbing erection, biting back his pathetic whines and grunts as he imagines he’s filling you up, hands dug into your hips in that pretty dress. Ravaging your tight, wet cunt until he paints the fitting room mirror with his finish, choking back a moan that threatens to twist into your name.

Loser!König is bright red and sweating when he leaves the fitting room, hoping you haven’t realized what a perverted creep he truly is.

“Äh, it didn’t fit.”

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅^ྀི ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅^ྀི ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅^ྀི ⋅˚₊ ‧୨୧ ‧₊˚

Loser!König

[luvingsolace]

I think we as a society should stop considering Nico di Angelo as cool and accept he’s actually a fucking loser

[astralnymphh]

i wanna ride ellie’s little nose :((

hearing her soft whimpers as I fuck her nose up

note: alright, since this little post i made sparked up some conversation, i will tap some actual content out of it! mdni. college au. loser!ellie. join the discord! | kofi

𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐬: 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐞

ellie isn't so practiced to being in this position; her heart is fucking pounding. not a lithe beat, or a pitter-pattering across the flesh—you can feel it through your thighs curled around her arms. you can see it in her blown eyes, trembling, and thickened with those pupils staring up at you. the indents of her fingertips sharpening into your legs, tattooed wrist constricted—restless. she hates this little interlude you subject her to. you're fondling her fragile trigger when you're sat a mere inch above her pretty lips, wet and glistening; who could blame her for getting so riled up?

impatience drags her fingers over your ass. it gets gripped gently. “thought you weren't being serious,” she states through a laugh—a breathless one. “but, i should know better, right?” her laughs hit that damned sweet spot in you that gets you going.

you tug a couple more out with a tip-tap on that precious nose. “mhm.” and then, those fingers end their frolic in her hair, forming a firm grip. it tugs a different sound out of her. a captured whimper. she is starving, and cannot mouth an actual word to soothe or substantiate it. ellie—two steps ahead of her motions—is already thinking about her lips on your cunt.

you position your slit on her available tongue, and she moans like she met heaven. a long, loose-lipped moan of satisfaction. something of a curving, “mmhhh..” and a brow-pull to go along with it; your scent, taste, and pushing of her face into your grinding hips hit all the right wires. now, she cannot let go. you shift your hip one route, and she follows with hungered licks. groping her breasts, you encourage that wanton behaviour.

“good fuckin girl, el.”

she gives your ass a delicate slap in admission. subconscious admission.

all that movement creates a cathedral of pornographics sounds. ellie, whoring her face out for you, lets nothing go to waste past her chin. she bobs her head, attempting to steal more laps of you, but ends up with the head of her nose prodding your clit each time. it sends a coiling through your pelvis, agreements up your throat, “fuck—such a pretty little nose your parents gave you..” and gives you the idea to continue. “you like it when i fuck it, huh?” fucking the tip of it, until it folds up and pre-cum begins to line it. inside, outside. it's perfect position is a practical beg for you to spread your legs and sit on it. ride it like she doesn't know what she's doing (which—contrary to what bigots in her college circulate online—she knows how to fuckin' eat pussy; don't get her wrong.) she knows now—she won't be able to rid it from her mind for weeks; the poor girl has to dangle from memories considering how little she sees you. what, with astrophysics and all? it's pitiful enough watching her touch herself to it—touch herself to the feeling of eating you out.

you chew your resting lip and almost draw blood noticing: the bulge of a free hand in her jeans, gentle touching below the seam. then, on it comes. the repeated whining—moaning like she's the one getting fucked. all it takes is for you to tilt her head, tug her eyes out from under you—and it blows out. the sight of her red, fucked-out, rubbed-against and wet face makes you cum.

how could it not?

“that was.. actually pretty hot,” ellie would blurt, after it had happened. after she had tugged herself enough to cum. regardless, she still had a couple laughs left in her system, and urged against her ribs to get them out while the patron of her affection was still in her presence—still on her doorstep. she would rather you be more than just a hookup. “i'm so fuckin' stupid about you, it's a little embarassing.” the door frame quietly settled with her leaning on it. “uh, you free tomorrow?”

[kolbalissh]

no fucking way this is real they were 100% playing strip poker what else is the explanation of having his whole tits out like that

[yuwuta]

Plsss I need more pathetic yuuta I’m too dehydrated from it 😫

said something in the replies, but the only one bed situation would fry him. he’s nervous and sweating from the elevator, fumbling with the key card, barely pushing his suitcase into the room because the whole time the only thing on his mind is am i really gonna share a bed with her?? he’s so lost in his own panic that he doesn’t realize you’re calling his name and offering to use the extra blankets to sleep on the floor, and he’s so anxious when he counters “no!—no, no, really, i can sleep on the floor! please, take the bed, please. i don’t mind, really!” 

and so you do. not that it helps yuuta, because you’re still there. he can still hear your soft breathing, still smell the body wash lingering in the air from your shower, still see the way the tv illuminates your face even from his position below on the floor. you’re not even next to him and it’s too much and he’s painfully hard—he has been since the lobby, and the little grunts and noises you make when you toss in your sleep are not helping. he doesn’t mean to accidentally grind against the extra pillow, really, he was just trying to turn away from you in an attempt to get some sleep, but it felt so good. now he’s slowly, yet frantically, humping against it, trying his best to keep quiet, biting his fist to silence his moaning. he feels dirty and perverted and you deserve to room with someone more decent than him but god the thought of you telling him off for this makes him hump even harder. it’s embarrassing and pathetic, but that’s what gets him to cum, not-so-quiet whimpers escaping his mouth. he feels even dirtier after the matter, flushed down to his chest when he realizes what he’s done. 

he sighs to himself, awkwardly sitting up in search of a box of tissues on the nightstand. it’s just his luck that one isn’t there, and yuuta does his best to stay quiet when he comes out from under his blanket—flushing even further when he’s holding his dick against his stained boxers, because the only thing that could be more embarrassing than this is cum leaking down his legs while he searches a dark room for napkins. or so he thinks, because he only gets one step away from his makeshift bed when he hears your voice and you spare him nothing because you giggle: “the tissues are on sink counter, yuuta. though, from the sound of it, you might need a rag instead.” 

[eph3merall]

can you write something abt loser!reader x fratboy!chris, where reader starts seeing someone else and chris gets jealous. I love your writing sooo much !!!

it's been radio silence from you to chris for about a week now. he's confused, because what the hell? last time he noticed, he was the only guy who ever gave a shit about you. so to see you posting a picture on your instagram with you and another guy made his face twist into some disgusted expression while staring at his phone.

you looked happy. like, happier than you usually were with him. which he found fucking ridiculous, considering for a good chunk of time chris was the only one who put up with your rambling and annoying habits. the post didn't get many likes, barely up to 150. it was mostly just some of your friends who probably thought your new boyfriend was hot and some random people who thought you were pretty, based on the comments.

he doesn't notice the swirl of jealousy unfurling in his chest, a second later and chris is banging on your dorm room door only to be met with silence. his knuckles bang against the wooden door unsteady on it's hinges, jaw ticking and teeth grinding together subconsciously. only again, you don't peek your head out in the crack of your door like normal, you don't come to answer and smile almost immediately as you spot chris.

he's standing awkwardly in front of the door to your dorm, either no one's home and he looks like a fool right now or you're ignoring him. he knows that 'friend' of yours who shares a room with you is out at a frat party tonight, and you don't even go anywhere—so why the fuck aren't you answering?

he's about to blurt out your name but thought against it as the hallway was deathly silent right now, especially so late at night. he'd probably get complaints from whoever roomed here. his knuckles rap against the door again, shifting around awkwardly. a swirl of frustration and annoyance bloomed in his chest, because you couldn't possibly be busy.

he tries the knob—obviously nothing. until the sounds of shuffling are heard inside, and a second later you're standing in the doorway with messy hair and weary eyes. a yawn mixes in with your words, too tired to even realize this is chris. you've been ignoring him for a little now, afraid if your new boyfriend found out he'd call it cheating or something.

chris doesn't say or do anything before shoving you inside and closing your door, met with dim darkness and the only lighting provided from the warm lamp on your desk. your dorm room is a cluttered mess of trinkets and work and textbooks, tabletop a pile of studies and some clothing items littering the floor.

"what's your fuckin' problem, kid?" you stare at him. it's like this for a little, the two of you staring as chris impatiently waits for his words to register in your thick ass skull. you don't really know how to respond, truthfully. lips tugging into a frown and shoulders lifting up and down a little, you take a seat on your bed. the sheets are everywhere, having just woken up.

chris is standing there looking so out of place. he keeps on thinking about that stupid post of you and that guy, forcing himself to try and calm the fuck down. "what, gonna sit there in silence? fuckin' heard me, know y'did. what the hell is goin' on? you've been ignoring me like i have the flu."

the little space is silent, and you kind of hate it. normally, silence comes as a comfort to you. it relaxes your head and makes you much less anxious, but this time it felt uncomfortable. it felt deafening, as you gnaw on your bottom lip until it's started stinging from the constant abuse. "i dunno. i, uh, i got a boyfriend," you shrug, like it wasn't a big deal. because it technically wasn't, you and chris weren't even together.

"oh, alright. whatever, then, so you go n'give me the silent treatment? that's some childish shit n'you know it," he scoffs and crosses his arms over his chest lazily, obviously upset. but why? he was more so upset at you not telling him and forcing him to jerk off into his hand for the past week, than the boyfriend part. he couldn't give a shit if you started dating your best friend.

chris isnt good with feelings. he'll play everything off, ignoring the way his chest burns as you justify what you did. he's barely listening to a word you say, the particular label 'boyfriend' stuck in his head. he couldn't believe someone like you pulled.

"so.. y'know," you've crossed your legs together on the plush mattress of your bed, eyes darting around your littered floor and practically refusing to look chris in the eyes. "sorry. didn't mean to ignore you.." and that's the truth. because chris has stuck with you, while your life turned to practically shit and everyone started becoming someone you couldn't trust. chris just rolls his eyes, scoffing under his breath and starting towards you. he stands in front of you, lip curled in annoyance as he looks you up and down for a second.

"whatever. y'should pay me back for all that lost time though.. so uh," chris' hands are gravitating towards his belt without another second, unsure of how to deal with what he's feeling in his chest every time he hears you mumble the word 'boyfriend' in his mind. it makes him feel sick. he wont ever admit it though.

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©eph3merall 2024

[megalomaniacz]

giggly sex w/ellie

nsfw!

⋆⭒˚.⋆ 🔭🐇 that comfort you get when you’re with your person :( embarrassment is never present. that’s absolutely what it’s like with ellie.

i imagine her getting all giddy while kissing you and just repeating how beautiful she finds you. probably fumbling with your bra and huffing because she can’t get it off? then getting stuck in her own t shirt and bumping into everything, falling over her own feet and laughing at herself.

blushing at your moans and acting all shy when you tell her how good she’s making you feel. sweetly apologizing for all the hickies she’s left. (she’s so fucking proud of herself.) and she also loves making stupid goofy jokes after sex! “gg babe. i feel like i leveled up.”

[buggysoda]

just realized i should've probably sent this in asks instead of reblogs, oops

request idea: draw click clack being a little menace and thespius laughing at them amused. make him bunni, bug like, funky creature or whatever you want but please draw him as a menace/being a silly goof! i need!

(ex: click clack bouncing around thespius on all fours like a bug or critter with a devious expression and thespius just there enjoying it and/or just something else silly)

BREAKING: OLD MAN IS GOING WILD. JUST ABSOLUTELY WACKO. SILLY GOOFY, YOU COULD SAY. hide your children and typewriters