#bouncing around in my head like a bouncy ball

[naomithegiraffe]

unreasonably excited about mid-80s auto focus cameras this evening

[tinycactusfromarizona]

✨Overcast belice my beloveds✨

[borealing]

big if true

[crownshattered-arch]

|| i love meeting people on the internet who are from texas (like me) but like....YOU WOULD NEVER KNOW OTHERWISE. No y'all. No accent. It's just so funny XDD like damn you really hate texas THAT much that you would cut it completely out of your identity???

[your-local-grinning-cat]

*my ear flicks at Nova’s face halfheartedly as he kisses my cheek, grumbling good-naturedly*

I’m not always soft - only for those I like and trust. It’s only one of my many layers. I’m an ogre.

And don’t worry, I’m not insulting meowself there, that’s a reference to a movie in a different universe.

*grins slightly*

You know, when Star wakes up and everything calms down, I should go and bring back some movies from other universes. We can have a movie marathon. Then I won’t be making so many references no one gets. We can have so many inside jokes.

….maybe I’ll even make everyone hate me and bring you a terribly inaccurate mockumentary on Jesus - I heard you like him.

*giggles a little, before laying my cheek down on Star’s head with a little sigh*

Maybe bring Star the seasons of “How It’s Made”… he likes building and creating. That might be interesting to him…

And thank you for for the compliments. I appreciate them. I’m not often told my lack of sanity or mind is not a detriment. My madness in never up for debate - if someone asks me to choose between them and Madness, I will choose Madness.

I’ve even been told on more than one occasion that I don’t seem mad… I don’t think people realize that just because I’m not currently showing it that doesn’t mean it’s not there.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, Madness lets me have more control over how mad I am at any given time because I have given myself completely to it.

Madness and I are one.

I am always at least a little mad. I’ll probably need to let loose a bit after this. This is far too much sanity for me to not let Madness have a bit of fun.

*appears in a wave of purple swirls and stripes, gently carrying the unconscious body of Castor @castaway-achlys*

Is there someone named Vern here?

Nova sent me and told me that you could help Star! He needs help! He’s not doing good!

Nova said he wouldn’t be far behind - he had to get some things from his brother’s room because Star will be afraid when he wakes up. He doesn’t like medical things.

*tail lashing in anxiety, purrs rumbling in my chest, eyes flicking from Castor back up and around the room and back down to Castor repeatedly*

@your-local-grinning-cat

*Vern looks up from tying off his arm bandages."

Hello~ oh, you're-

*his eyes widen as he registers an unconscious Castor. Standing, he immediately points to an open bed*

Lay him there

*he grabs a new clipboard*

[mymegrokosmos]

bf san headcanons - as usual all delulu no basis in reality except my opinions.

rests his hand on your ass while you’re sleeping, squeezing lightly and kneading like a cat. you often wake up laid on his chest using him like your own personal pillow with both of his hands planted firmly on each ass cheek and his breath fanning over your forehead.

enjoys when his partner is fuller figured. big fan of thick thighs and enjoys not feeling like his partner is so small in comparison to his large size (doesn't worry about accidentally breaking you bc he will be rough and loves having more places to hold onto).

definitely uses your tits like pillows. will whine and complain if you don't let him lay his head on them, your ass or your thighs. thinks you're so soft and comfortable and doesn't enjoy sharing with wooyoung. cuddles are fine but those are HIS spots okay.

when you sit together, if you end up laying on his lap or against his side, he uses your ass like a stress ball. doesn't even notice he's doing it atp it's just a reflex.

so soft. so so fucking soft.

often just hanging out with no makeup, in his loungewear or gym fits.

always dragging you to the gym to "spot him" or to sit on his back while he does pushups. big fan of the you sit by his feet while he does sit ups and he steals a kiss every time he rolls up (alternatively you lay there and look pretty while he does press ups and he steals a kiss on his way down every time. will whine if you turn your head and pout and complain about it until you apologize and pepper his whole face with kisses to make up for it).

incredibly clingy. always attached to you while you’re cooking or just doing things around the apartment. will take every opportunity to cuddle. if you're laying on the couch relaxing when he comes home he will just flop down on top of you, complain that he’s tired, and proceed not to let you move as he snuggles happily and falls asleep pouting with his face pressed into the crook of your neck.

some kind of backwards cap or beanie on at all times. hair is always messy. he does not give a fuck bc you think he's cute when it's all fluffy and he likes when you run your hands through it.

little eye smile. so much. he's such a smiley little guy. the dimples will be OUT. prepare to melt. always so happy and optimistic when he's not whining about something right in your ear and hugging you (his cheek will be pressed right to your tits pls let him ramble in pout when he's upset or drunk he's just a little guy who needs the emotional support boob time).

so bouncy omg. skipping around every time he's excited about something. bounces over to show you and can't stand still ab it. often moving from one foot to the other while he waits for your reaction.

pouts when he's tired. grumpy. will pretend he doesn't want cuddles but he is lying. just wants to be held while you play with his hair and let him vent. likes to be the little spoon sometimes too.

overall just a lovely happy kinda sleepy enthusiastic gymbro boy who treats you like a princess and wants to cuddle 24/7.

so much random dancing to no music in the middle of the kitchen or living room just so he can hold you close and enjoy the moment.

[babyjinsu]

best friend’s boyfriend goes soooo crazy… /pos also sister’s bf too + blackmail omfg i’m biting my arm rn /pos

HII MY BELOVED FAIRYY!! so sorry for taking so long ugh <//3

cw cheating, noncon, dubcon, filming, throat-fucking, the word rape, sungchan n eunseok r both mean cheaters here, victim blaming, but you're also an asshole here, blackmail

no bcs ik im fucked up when cheating is one of my favourite trope(??) like when it comes to cheating i’m there n i’m here n i’m everywhere <//3 

can’t stop thinking of a member (sungchan in my head all the time) dating your best friend to get under your pants (bonus point if you rejected him in the past!!) your bestfriend thinks he’s looking at her and hanging onto every word she says but sungchan’s eyes slide past her and cut straight to you… 

when you hang out at her house, and sungchan’s there too—and you excuse yourself to go to the kitchen or the bathroom and he’ll follow behind, trapping your body between the kitchen cabinet and his’, his fingers graze your wrist, pressing his bulge against your ass—he’ll whisper into your ear, “still not interested?”

and when you reject him again—tell him to fuck off and leave you and your bestfriend alone, he’ll just chuckle and tells you it’s okay. he’s got all the time in the world. your bestfriend isn’t leaving, and knowing you—you won’t leave her either. 

he’ll definitely take any chances he’s got. he sees you intoxicated and a little drunker than usual, he’ll sweep you off right under your feet when his girlfriend isn’t looking, bring you over any vacant room in the house and take you right there and then. 

sungchan will treat you like you’re his girlfriend for the night—telling you how tight you are compared to his girlfriend, how round, and perky, and bouncy, and soft your tits are as he stuffs his mouth full of them. he degrades and humiliates your bestfriend while he’s inches deep inside of you, his balls slapping against your wet pussy (contrary to what you’re saying… that you don’t want it…?) he tells you he loves you as his hot cum spurts deep into your cunt, filling you completely… :o that he deserves this,, he deserves you,, not just some bitch he has to settle with… :( the whole time you just had to listen..

but i also rlly like it if it’s mutual. like an affair!! ugh i find it really really hot if both the bestfriend’s boyfriend and you are into it. you both know what you’re doing is so wrong, and so mean, and so inhumane and you’re breaking the girls code! but neither you nor sungchan can help it??

there’s something even better—that chase, that satisfaction, the rush, the tension… the “is she on her way back??” “oh my god we’re going to get caught!!”.. the way your bestfriend gushes about how sweet sungchan, how lucky she is over the phone while you’re riding sungchan’s throbbing, big cock in your bedroom… 

…or maybe the other way around. you and sungchan are in the middle of it—when his good-for-nothing girlfriend calls and he has to tell you to keep it down while you bounce and ride yourself on him, then resorts to sucking his coated cock and forcing him to suppress his moans and groans while you take him deep inside your throat yupp yupp… 

but it’s the aftermath that’s hot—after he ends the call and punishes you for what you just did because his girlfriend asked him “what’s that?” and he has to tell her it’s nothing… it’s the “you know i don’t love her, right?” as he rocks his hips against your ass—but you don’t want that. you don’t want sungchan to stop loving your bestfriend because it will take the fun away ;( 

aaaa the secrecy is what makes cheating hot :( how long cn u both keep it up?

similiarly to sister’s boyfriend passes out xd…  

eunseok’s your sister’s long-term boyfriend, and you’re her forever sister who just got back from your uni for the semester break. you’ve heard of him over phone calls and conversations—your future brother in law! and you’re so excited to be seeing him. he’s a little older, wiser, and way smarter and mature than anyone you ever know. 

eunseok swears he didn’t mean to walk in the bathroom while you’re changing! he doesn’t even know you’re there, and that his girlfriend’s bathroom is linked to your bedroom. you dismiss it,, it’s your fault for not locking the door too :( usually it doesn’t really matter since your sister is… well your sister… but now there’s going to be a new family-member in the house!! so you have to be a little bit more careful. 

so it’s your fault for not locking your bedroom door either and giving eunseok the access to… your private space. it’s your fault for wearing those too short shorts and cropped top and walking around the house carelessly. it’s your fault that eunseok got a boner and he’s never been hornier—than your sister has ever made him feel—and he jerks off in the bathroom, fist wrapped around his lengthy and fat cock while murmuring and moaning your name and finishing it off in your shampoo bottle…

and when he can’t stand it anymore—needs to feel how his sister-in-law’s little, younger, tighter pussy feels… he doesn’t stop. eunseok uses you and fucks your pussy and throat like a fleshlight… he’ll tell you to leave your bedroom unlock, and you’ll comply because you’re so scared of your parents (especially your sister) finding out that you’ve been fucking their son-in-law (you’re too ashamed to say you were raped by your brother-in-law)...

eunseok comes every night after your sister has slept, and it’s the same routine, same positions all over again… he’ll carry and fuck you against the thin wall separating you and your sister’s room, he’ll shut you up by pushing his cock so deep in your throat <//3 if he senses that you’ve had enough and is going to report, he’ll pull out the tapes, the pictures (mostly you… and you don’t even look you were being violated. not with your eyes rolled back, lips parted, your cheeks red like you’re blushing,,,)..

besides,, who will believe you? you might be your sister’s sister but you’re also the sister who has been away for university (and you don’t know anything about her anymore now…) eunseok then will get married to her so you have nowhere to go n nowhere to run <33

the bread eaten in secret tastes yummier^^ especially ones that you’re not supposed to have…

i love cheating asks so much please indulge me with more of hihihihihihihihiihihihi >< thank u fairy lov u lov uuu <3

[saturnsag3]

Goodnight, Junie B - will smith x macklin celebrini

summary: nighttime shenanigans with this sickeningly fluffy family

wc: 1,030

Macklin had parked in the usual pickup spot outside Willow Glen Elementary. His sleeves were rolled up, and the neck of his sweater had been tugged loose slightly—he always looked a little undone by the end of the day, but never in a way June minded. She came flying out of the side doors, lunchbox swinging, backpack bouncing, curls wild and her freckled cheeks flushed.

“Daddy!” she yelled, running full tilt, and Macklin braced himself, laughing as she crashed into him with the force of a very tiny linebacker.

“There’s my Junie B,” he said, pressing a kiss to the top of her head and scooping her up. “How was school?”

She wrapped her arms around his neck. “I got a sticker from Miss Pelton for being the quietest during story time. I didn’t even talk once.”

Macklin gave her a look in the rearview mirror as he buckled her into her booster seat. “Are you feeling okay? No talking for the whole story?”

She grinned. “I was pretending to be asleep.”

He snorted. “That’s called cheating, bug.”

“Still counts!” she sang.

The drive home was filled with chatter. June told him about a new kid named Callie who had light-up sneakers and liked worms, and how Tyler from her class tried to trade a broken bouncy ball for her pudding cup. Macklin listened the way he always did—nods at stoplights, smiles in the rearview, interjecting with “No way!” and “What did you say to that?” at the perfect moments.

Back home, June threw her shoes off in the entryway like a tornado and made a beeline for the living room. Macklin tossed his keys in the bowl and followed the sound of crayons being dumped out like a waterfall. She was already on the floor, halfway through coloring a tiger purple.

“Snack time or art time first?” he asked.

“Both!”

“You drive a hard bargain, Junebug.”

So Macklin microwaved dinosaur nuggets and poured some apple slices onto a plate while June narrated the artistic journey of her tiger. He sat on the floor beside her, plate balanced on his knee, dipping nuggets in honey mustard and handing them off like offerings to a queen.

By the time Will got home, he was rumpled from work but smiling in that soft way he always did when he walked in and heard June’s voice.

“Hey, my people,” he called out, dropping his bag by the door.

June scrambled up like she’d just remembered she had another parent. “Dad!”

Will caught her in a hug, spinning her once before kissing her cheek. “How’s my girl?”

“She’s coloring a rainbow tiger,” Macklin said, coming over to greet Will with a peck on the lips. “And she may or may not have stolen an extra pudding cup from the lunch cart.”

“Nobody was around!” June protested, but she was grinning.

Will gave her a mock stern look. “So we’re starting our life of crime early.”

“Daddy said it builds character,” she said, climbing onto the couch between them with her plate in hand.

“Daddy also once got detention for trying to install a fog machine in the high school gym.”

“It was for ambience,” Macklin said, not looking remotely sorry.

After dinner, Macklin handled bath time while Will folded the laundry that had been sitting clean and abandoned for three days on the couch. June was in one of her dramatic moods tonight—she wanted bubbles, toys, songs, and stories, and halfway through Macklin’s off-key rendition of “The Ants Go Marching,” she insisted he let her wash *his* hair with her unicorn shampoo.

“I smell like cotton candy and regrets,” he said to Will afterward, toweling his head dry.

“She’s a tyrant,” Will replied, peeking into the bathroom where June was now brushing her teeth with her pink glittery brush, mostly getting toothpaste on her chin.

They all ended up in June’s room afterward. She had a mountain of stuffed animals she insisted needed formal attendance checks every night. Macklin sat on one side of her bed, Will on the other, as she named each one—Mr. Snugglewhale, Peppa the Third, Cinnamon the Very Berry Soft Bunny. Will added a fake mark next to each one on a clipboard he’d found in the junk drawer last week.

“All accounted for,” he said. “Thank goodness. We can sleep safely tonight.”

“Except for Shadow,” June whispered dramatically, pulling the blanket up to her nose. “He guards the closet.”

“Does he fight monsters or befriend them?” Macklin asked.

She considered. “Both. But only on Thursdays.”

“Lucky us,” Will said. “It’s only Wednesday.”

With the lights dimmed and her lava lamp casting pinkish blobs across the walls, June wriggled down between them and held out her arms. “Can I have the sandwich?”

They exchanged a glance and smiled.

Macklin wrapped one arm around her and Will the other, making a family hug sandwich, warm and familiar, and just a little lopsided.

“You guys smell like work,” she mumbled into Will’s chest.

“And you smell like unicorns and justice,” he replied.

“Goodnight, JJ,” Macklin whispered.

“Goodnight, Junie B,” Will echoed.

June blinked sleepily, her curls fanned out against her pillow. “Love you, Daddy. Love you, Dad.”

They stayed a few minutes after her breathing slowed and deepened, each of them silently basking in the quiet, the glow, the stillness that only seemed to exist in the minutes right before bedtime.

“Remember when we were twenty and living in that shoebox apartment over the laundromat?” Will murmured.

“With the broken radiator and the raccoon who lived on the fire escape?” Macklin smirked. “I miss Mr. Callahan.”

Will leaned over and brushed a curl off June’s forehead. “We really didn’t know anything back then, huh?”

Macklin took his hand. “We knew enough to dream about this.”

They left her room quietly, hand in hand, and closed the door behind them with a soft click.

sages thoughts⋆˙⟡: first fic on here! i’ve been very slowly getting into hockey but i’m obsessed w these two so I knew I had to write for them, please give ur thoughts! ik this fandom isn’t huge so anything is appreciated and I hope y’all enjoyed!

[thegnomelord]

aaaaomg... the response to my ask (i was the shark person lad) is so good :DD it got my brain bouncing around in my skull like a bouncy ball cause i love sharks and the 141 monster au

imagine an oceanic whitetip shark merman (i did mention whitetips a few times in my past ask, they're one of my favorite sharks) being in tf141 with the boys. whitetips are known for being one of the more aggressive sharks and some of the strongest in the ocean. like dragons, whitetips are prideful and stubborn in nature. they also tend to be on the larger end of merfolk, having muscular and tanky bodies to support their natural aggression. whitetips tails especially are strong so they can swim fast enough to keep up with prey - so their legs are naturally stronger to keep up with the weight of their powerful shark tail.

whitetips tend to be picky with their mates - like most of the larger shark merfolk, i imagine they'd want someone who can match their strength, and well after sparring with any four of the boys they'd definitely realize that "oh damn. maybe he is suitable" then go through the strange process of trying to court whoever they sparred with. it would involve a lot of nibbling and following them around to really determine if he's right, along with a few lost teeth that soooomehow end up on the desk of who they're courting.

ahem also dragon price and mershark reader makes me think. just a small note

but yeah that's all :) thank you for making my brain turn into a bouncy ball over my obsession with sharks and monsterfucking LMAO

Oh oh oh what if sharkmer are polygamous? Like it's so rare to find another of their kin so any time they find someone and they're compatible they end up joining/creating a polycule where everyone's fucking everyone?

So like, pre-existing poly141 with a new member reader, and at first you don't think too highly of them. But them you start sparring with them, get your ass handed as often as you hand it out, and yeah. . . you're smitten.

Soap fucking loves your little habit of nibbling on him, you two winding up on the couch somewhere with you nibbling on his pecs while he does the some to your tail, Price having a good laugh when he finds you two purring while you do it.

Gaz just likes your bulk, the fact you're so much wider and bigger than him, dwarfing him in size. I hc harpies have this old instinct to rest/nest in like caves or something, so when you wrap your strong arms around you it just makes him feel so safe, especially if you then tuck his head into your neck and he can't see and it's like he's surrounded by heaven, calm and relaxed in the same way raptors are calm when they got that hood on their head.

Ghost likes the fact you're generally quiet, likes the fact you can keep up with him and even pin him down (as well as a wraith can be pinned down). Likes being forced to submit under you, both of you tumbling around on the ground in an attempt to defeat the other until your thick tail is sweeping him out from under his feet and you're nibbling on his neck.

Price takes the longest to come around with you, mostly because he's so possessive and protective of what's his. But he sees you take care of his hoard, take care of him, and the next time you return from a mission, still wet from the swimming you'd had to do, Price pulls you into his office, a deep rumble in his throat. "Did well back there." He says as he takes your hand and bites it, keeping eye contact with you so you know he knows what he's doing, and suddenly you're lunging at him with the intent to mate.

And also sharks have 2 dicks soooo👀

[smilingcrittersthingig]

Hi!!

Kind of following in @theonetruegnome 's footsteps, could you draw my Sunny for me? I'll copy/paste her description below, and it would mean a lot to me to see this lill bundle of energy finally have a vassal (That makes it sound like she's a skin walker damn-) You don't have too though. Its completely fine of you don't.

Desription:

Name: Sunny Sunray☀️

Necklace: Sun with darker yellow rays

Sent: Fruity Mix Pronouns: She/her

Personality Description: A walking, talking ball of energy and positivity. She is constantly skipping around the halls, humming to herself and bouncing around. She can be a bit air-headed at times, and somewhat full of sass, but she’s still bouncing around and cheering her friends on no matter what, whether it be rain, shine, an easy OR hard time! Even after all these years, she's still as happy as ever! Well…on the surface at least.

Physical Description: A yellow bunny with a lighter yellow underbelly, lighter inner ears, and a darker sock pattern on both her feet. She’s got round chubby cheeks, and her pupils often turn into yellow stars when she’s excited and really happy. Other than that, she’s very similar to Hoppy physically. 

Facts/Trivia:

She has a HUGE sweet tooth

Despite often being cheery and bouncy, she does have her bad days every so often. They result in a very cross, petty, and sassy Sunny for that day

Her favorite activities are racing, hugging people, and using her skipping rope

She’s a pansexual

She remembers almost every tune she’s heard and can recite it almost flawlessly

She can speak German (and yes she can put on an accent for it) (Again, you dent have to draw her, but I'd like to see her in your amazing style!)

Best I could do, apologies if it wasn't what you imagined ^^

Absolutely adorable gal btw

[bekolxeram]

I wasn't that cruel, trying to edge Tommy into 2025, so I spent my NYE writing more porn.

We're technically 2 hours into the new year here, but it's still 2024 in Los Angeles, so shhhhhhhh you don't know anything about time zone byeeeee

Happy New Year everyone! Enjoy part 3 of my silly smut.

Rated E

Part 1 | Part 2

Moments later, Tommy strolls back from the kitchen with a roll of paper towel in one hand and two bottles of beer in the other. His cock, still hard and engorged with excitement, bobs around for each step he takes. An amused chuckle slips out of Buck’s watering mouth at the lewd but silly scene in front of him.

“See something you like?” Tommy follows his boyfriend’s line of sight downward, before putting down the kitchen roll and handing him a beer.

“My favorite,” a chuckle turns into a full giggle as the comically bouncy hardness enters Buck’s personal space. Taking a long swig from the bottle, he almost spits it all out when Tommy starts gyrating his pelvis to spin his dick around in circles.

“Hey! I’m drinking here.”

“Sorry, just wanted to show you my helicopter flying skills,” Tommy stops playing around, takes a sip of his own beer, and continues, “finish your beer. I’m gonna clean up your mess.”

“My mess? This is your doing,” Buck protests.

“Hmm I know, and I’m proud of it,” Tommy bends down to give the younger man a searing kiss, then tears off a few sheets of paper towel and starts wiping.

Buck still can’t take his eyes off Tommy’s raging hard-on, he even lays his head down underneath jut to better appreciate it in its red, girthy, veiny glory.

“Ah…” Tommy gasps when he feels Buck’s icy cold lips wrapped around him, without warning.

“Mmmmmm,” Buck hums, sending electrifying vibration all over Tommy’s body.

“If I’ve missed a spot, it’s your fault,” Tommy says, tossing the ball of paper aside.

Buck pulls off with a suggestive pop, “let’s test it, then.”

Next thing Tommy knows, he’s being flipped around and pushed down onto the previously white fluid laden surface.

“All clear?” Buck asks, already climbing into Tommy’s lap.

“You’re lucky this time,” grabbing Buck’s jaw firmly, Tommy pulls him in to nibble on his bottom lip playfully.

“I’m lucky every time,” Buck reaches back to stoke Tommy’s length from root to tip, “I get to play with this,” and proceeds to sink down in one fell swoop, drawing out a synchronized groan from them both. Still stretched out from their earlier joining minutes ago, Buck needs no time to adjust. He starts rolling his hip straightaway, grinding that sensitive bundle of nerve endings against the swelling erection inside of him, his own spent cock springing back to life at the enthralling sensation.

After reveling in the bliss of fullness for a few more moments, Buck turns his focus onto Tommy’s overdue release. Rather than stimulating his own prostate, he begins bouncing up and down, putting on a pornographic moan every time his ass hits Tommy’s thighs.

Helpless against his imminent climax, Tommy thrusts up at Buck’s pace to meet him half way. The sound of skin slapping echoes throughout the loft.

“Ah! Tommy! Fuck my hole!” Buck feels Tommy’s rhythm breaking apart upon hearing the filthy words. Determined to get the older man off, Buck leans in again to whisper in his ear, “you make me feel so good… I wish you could feel it too…”

“Aaaahhh — Evan, Evan, Evan!” Tommy wraps both his arms around Buck’s waist, slamming into him over and over again.

“One of these days, I’m gonna get a replica of your dick, and fuck you with it while you’re fucking me.”

This sends Tommy right over the edge, spilling deep inside Buck’s clenching channel.

The two men presses their foreheads together, catching their breathe, basking in the afterglow.

“Hmm I love you Evan,” Tommy sighs, with a hint of sated exhaustion in his voice, “but I’m not cleaning the couch again.”

Buck finds himself being picked up and thrown onto the couch again. Feeling Tommy slowly pulling out, he closes his eyes and braces himself for the dry roughness of paper towel dragging over his sensitive rim, instead, he feels something warm and wet. His eyes flies open to see Tommy between his legs, licking his leaking hole clean.

“Ooooh… fuck! Tommy!”

Once Tommy observes no more of himself dripping out of Buck, he pushes two think fingers past the entrance, then starts vigorously rubbing that sweet spot of pleasure, until Buck’s squirming under his touch.

“Tommy! Tommy! TommyTommyTommyTommyTo…” Chanting Tommy’s name like a prayer, Buck explodes in euphoria for the second time of the night, painting his own body white.

“Wow… That was amazing,” Buck exclaims, collapsing back onto the armrest of the couch. “Come here,” he gazes at his man with eyes full of affection, inviting him with open arms. Tommy complies, ignoring the dampness between their stomachs, slotting his face into the crook of Buck’s neck.

“I don’t think I can look at bagels or baking the same way every again,” Buck laughs.

“Well, that was the intention,” Tommy looks up, “feeling better now?”

Only now does Buck realize it’s the first time since they’re back together that he feels truly in tune with Tommy, just like the old days, understanding unspokenly each other’s wants and needs.

Oh…?

“I think took up baking because I… kneaded you.”

“Evan, my love, that was terrible.”

[darlingdeaddove]

All I've been able to think about while seeing your posts is a big brother coming into your room, telling you it's time to go to the park. It's a nice autumn day, with a slight drizzle.

Once the two of you get to the park, he plays with you. Throughout the day, he makes sure to tease you, his hands grabbing your ass during tag, lifting you in the air while grinding his hand into your crotch, hugging you close so that you feel his hard cock pressing against you while he nibbles on your neck.

Eventually, he takes you to a secluded area of the park that has a bench. He'll sit down, pull out his cock, and pull you onto it, making sure he's balls deep in your kiddocunt. He'll cover the two of you with a blanket and very softly fucks you, bouncing your tiny body on his thick cock.

He'll praise you for taking it so well and for how good you feel around him. "This is how every little brother should worship their big brother."

After he cums deep inside you, he'll pull out and carry you home. "Mommy and Daddy are both going to pay with you tomorrow, and their cocks are much larger than mine. Stay strong, kiddo."

-🚬

Dhdjkshfjkd my head is spinny omggg! Big bro playing with me at the park, getting me all worked up and using me like his little toy! You're right, big brothers should be worshipped by little brother cunt!! I love bouncy bouncies!!!

Whu, even bigger!? But big bro is already too much I can feel my little kiddocunnie ripping apart!!

[pahtoosh]

the greatest form of flattery

[image ID: a gif of lloyd hansen smugly saying “right back at ya, sunshine” to a phone. /.end ID]

masterlist

18+

wc: ~1300 words

warnings: lloyd picks you up like a lot, play fighting, bad word(hell)

a/n: my first lloyd fic! I truly don’t know what came over me—I’ve never even seen the movie. I just thought this idea was so cute and then I had so many more ideas about the dynamic lloyd would have with his little! lots of play fighting and teasing(and kisses because it’s me🤭)

pairing: lloyd hansen x gn!little!reader

summary: Lloyd’s little finds a fake mustache.

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There was little you could do to bother your Daddy. Lloyd reserved all of his patience and understanding for you. You were his little love, so precious and pure. In his eyes, anything you did came from only the best intentions. He could brag for hours about how he had the best little to ever exist, and he taught you scarcely a thing about manners. You were naturally that sweet.

You were grateful that your needs coincided with what Lloyd could give you. Your rowdy days came out when he had more energy to spare chasing you around the yard. Your quiet days fell when he was exhausted from work and only wanted to cuddle in your home’s library, speaking in hushed tones as you escaped into worlds of fantasy. But there were some days when you sought mischief. You just hoped that your Daddy was in the mood to be silly too.

The day before, you attended a birthday party for one of your little friends. It was rare that Lloyd let you partake in events like this. His protective instincts went into overdrive when you showed him the invitation. Rather than giving in to his desire to hide you away, he fell for your pleading eyes and RSVP’d under the condition that he could come along and keep a close eye on you.

An afternoon of bounce castles, water balloons, and party games left you totally knocked out. You fell asleep in the ball pit, and Lloyd climbed in not long after. He scooped you up, resting your tired head on his shoulder as he carried you to the car. He accepted the gift bag from the party host on the way out, deciding that he could also use it to hold the shoes you had taken off before diving into the ball pit.

Feeling refreshed and awake the next day, you were delighted to see the gift bag on your nightstand accompanied by your morning note from Lloyd. He wrote that the package was from your little friend and that you could open it while you waited for him to finish his meetings. You gave his signature a kiss, then placed the note alongside your collection of every note Lloyd had ever written you. He left your little watch on the nightstand too. It was the same shape as your daddy’s, but customized to fit your wrist, and it displayed a digital clock instead of an analog. The screen also had little icons that lit up during snack or nap time. You carefully put on your watch just like how your daddy taught you.

The gift bag was calling your name now. It was simply made of paper, the cartoon animal design being its only saving grace under the scrutinizing eyes of a little. The tissue paper was mostly squished, but it called to you all the same. You dumped out the contents onto your desk, excited to see what you would play with first.

There were the typical favor bag items: stickers, a bouncy ball, and a tiny plastic soldier with a parachute. The bag also had a few little games and snacks. You separated the candy from the bunch and made a mental note about which ones you wanted to eat after lunch. As for the toys, you started with a sticky hand, promptly losing it to your ceiling. The mini dog-shaped puzzle was simple, yet fun. The underwater ring toss tested the last of your patience, but the ball maze lifted your spirits once more.

There were still a few minutes left until Lloyd finished his meeting and you had already played with all the toys in the bag. Or so you thought. You held the gift bag upside down and shook it one last time, hoping for a magical little toy to distract you during your daddy’s absence. Your wish came true when a fuzzy little thing plopped out. It resembled a caterpillar so much, you half expected it to move. Upon further inspection, it wasn’t a fuzzy little creature. It was a fake mustache!

Just like daddy, you thought. You giggled to yourself imagining Lloyd’s reaction to your new look. You carefully peeled away the paper backing and stood in front of the mirror to place the mustache under your nose. The plastic hair tickled a bit, making you sneeze a couple of times. Once you shook yourself off, you practiced a few poses mimicking Lloyd’s stance. His back was always straight, and he sometimes walked with his hands behind as if he were in a museum, which looked extra silly when he was just heading to the kitchen. He also checked his watch with a certain flair and spoke with his head cocked to the side when he was in a teasing mood.

As you checked your little watch, you realized that Lloyd’s meeting would finish soon. You ran towards his office, avoiding the edges of the hallway’s carpet runner because it had a habit of tripping you. Lloyd was closing the door behind him as you barreled towards his form.

“Hey there, honey. What’s got you running like crazy, huh?” He kissed the top of your head and patted you on the back. He hadn’t noticed the mustache yet because you ran with your head tilted downwards for extra speed and hugged his legs instead of jumping into his arms.

“Missed you, Daddy,” you said, your voice muffled by his slacks.

“Aw, how sweet. Come up here, baby. Do you want some kisses?” He lifted you up, doing a double take when he saw your new accessory.

“Is that-“ Lloyd cut off his own sentence as he burst into laughter. He hugged you close and gave you a few kisses in between his chuckles.

You beamed. “Do you like it, Daddy?”

Lloyd nodded, pursing his lips to contain his laughter.

“Now I look like you!”

“Hey now, Daddy’s mustache looks nothing like that,” he defended.

“Does so!” You wiggled out of his arms and struck one of the poses you had practiced. “If you wanna make an omelet-“

“Alright, that’s enough outta you.” Lloyd lifted you up and blew a raspberry on your stomach, making you squeal.

“Da- aahh! That tickles!”

“Shame,” he teased, continuing his attack.

You tousled in Lloyd’s arms until he had to readjust his grip. Using this moment of weakness, you poked his ribs, making him fall dramatically to the floor with you in his arms. He laid there breathless for a moment and was about to sit up before you placed a hand on his chest, pushing him back down.

“I got you.”

“Hell yeah you did, baby.” Lloyd took a breath. “Pinned your Daddy down. Good job, sweetie.” He patted your thigh, wondering if he’d taught you that move during your self defense lessons or if you’d learned it somewhere else. His train of thought was interrupted but a scratchy feeling on his cheek, followed by a soft pucker.

“Did you just give Daddy a kiss?”

“Uh huh!” You did it again on his other cheek. This time, Lloyd couldn’t hide the uncomfortable look on his face.

“Is that how it feels when Daddy kisses you? All scratchy from the mustache?”

“Um.” You touched your mustache as you thought, looking somewhat like a cartoon villain. “Yeah, a little scratchy.”

Lloyd held your free hand in his. “Is it too scratchy? Do you want Daddy to shave off his mustache?”

You shook your head, clinging desperately to him. “No! I love Daddy’s mustache!”

“You do?” he asked.

“Uh huh! Makes Daddy handsome and makes Daddy kisses special!” You demonstrated by pointing to your forehead.

Lloyd sat up and tentatively placed a kiss where you directed, repeating the motion when you wiggled happily.

“See?”

“Okay, honey. Daddy’ll keep his mustache, and you can keep yours too. In a box. Save it for Halloween.”

[zeroible]

Outsiders Week Day One - How Ponyboy got his Bouncy Ball

It all started when Dally went to get more cigarettes.

Johnny and I tagged along because we had nothing better to do, and frankly we also needed a weed. 

“Can y'all get any slower? C’mon man hurry up!” Dally called. 

We were headed to the Rexall Drugstore. Dally, Johnny, and I usually hit it up because we never got caught using the five finger discount. That and it was one of the only corner stores in the East Side.

Gravel crunched underneath my Chucks and stray dogs barked in the distance. The smell of cigarette smoke and a slight chill wafted through the air.

Autumn was starting to set in. Soon I would have to convince Johnny to sleep at our house instead of at that old lot. Speaking of Johnny, he was kicking a pebble down the street. We were kind of dragging our feet, and this was getting Dally real worked up.

“I oughta leave you two slowpokes behind,” Dally spat.

There was no real venom behind his voice, but the comment made Johnny snap out of his daze real quick.

“Wait up, Dal!” he called, jogging to catch up. I followed close behind.

The facade of the building came into view. “REXALL STORE” was written on the front in real big red lettering. The paint was peeling and there were always signs that advertised sales in the glass display windows. We had arrived.

“Alright we’re here to lift some cigarettes. Make sure no one sees ya. I don't wanna be put in the cooler again, got it?” said Dally.

Johnny nodded profusely.

“Got it,” I mumbled.

“Great,” Dally grunted.

He pushed open the door, and a little bell jingled overhead. Dally slowly headed up towards the front, while Johnny and I wandered around. It was tough to be inconspicuous because the store was so small. We were eyeing up the penny candy when something caught my eye. It was a bouncy ball. A bright orange bouncy ball. It was like that thing was calling my name. Johnny and I stared at it for a good second. I was about to grab the ball when the owner started making a fuss.

“Hey, get back here greaser!” the owner shouted.

He was angrily waving around a newspaper as Dally bolted out the door. I started to panic. I looked at Johnny, and his eyes were real wide.

“Shoot! We gotta bounce!” 

I started to run, and almost tripped over my own two feet. Johnny followed close behind. Even though he was small, he was as quick as a jackrabbit. I don’t know how long the owner of the store followed us until he gave up, but we stopped running about two blocks away just to be safe.

“So much for not getting caught,” I wheezed.

I was on the track team, but my lungs weren’t too good. I guess it's from all the smoking I do.

“Shut your trap, Pony!” Dally snapped. He looked all sour. “No one’s getting a weed now. We came here for nothin!”

Maybe Dally was right. I started to get all glum.

Then, Johnny pulled the bouncy ball I was eyeing out of his jeans pocket. I let out a surprised laugh. I couldn’t believe it! We were getting chased by the store owner and Johnny somehow swiped the ball in the process. He dropped it into my palm. I turned the ball over in my hands and smiled. The rubber shined in the sunlight. I bounced it up and down and laughed again.

“Thanks Johnny. You’re a real buddy,” I smiled, and put my arm around him.

“Yeah … no problem,” Johnny stuttered. A little blush creeped up on the back of his neck.

We walked back, and I bounced the ball the entire way home.

[thescarletnargacuga]

I REALLY want to a showtime fic where Pomni and Caine are overly sweet and corny with eachother and it sickens Jax so much that he devises a plan to try to break them up

Ps I turn 17 today! :3

A/N: HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY! This has Lion King 1 1/2 vibes lol

OPERATION BREAKUP

A SHOWTIME ONESHOT

WARNING: cartoon slapstick

~~~

Caine and Pomni flew through the carnival grounds arm in arm. She held a large plush from a game and he fed her some of his cotton candy. They were spending the whole day together having fun with games and rides and digital junk food. They talked and laughed and we're having the best time completely lost in each other. So much so that they didn't see the two members of the circus spaying on them

"Ugh, what a disgusting display." Jax steered from behind a hotdog stand.

"You mean because they finally found each other like two soulmates across the digital threshold by the bonds of true love?" Kinger answered as he clasped his hands together in a swoon. He was genuinely happy for Caine and Pomni, their relationship was so endearing. "Kind of reminds me of me and-"

Jax almost threw up in his mouth. "Yeah, yeah, yeah nobody cares. Let's break up this party."

"Really? Why?"

"Because it would be funny. Plus, their constant goo-goo eyes at one another is making me lose what little appetite I have in this world. It's annoying." Jax rubbed his chin in contemplation of what to use for this little operation.

"Or....we could mind our own business?" Kinger suggested softly.

"Where's the fun in that?" Jax's grin took up the entire lower half of his face.

Kinger paused, then shrugged. "Got me there. What do we do?"

"Follow my lead."

~

Jax's first attempt is dumping an entire barrel of blue raspberry slush on the couple as they pass under the awning of a game tent. He and Kinger balance it precariously at the top, only to lose it a moment too early and slush splashes down right in front of the targets.

Pomni is too stunned over the sudden appearance of the down pour to think about looking up. Caine picks Pomni up and floats her over the slushy mess.

"My hero." She giggles as he puts her back down, beaming with pride. Caine had to have been the one to do that to give him an excuse to carry her, she rationalized.

Jax grunted and climbed down for his next idea

~

Caine and Pomni took a break on a bench, enjoying the ambiance of the carnival. Caine had his arm over the back of the bench, Pomni leaning into him.

Jax had two bouncy ball yo-yos. If he could get them to bounce right, he'd hit them both in the head. The yo-yos wrap around whatever they touch. Knowing Kinger wouldn't be able to pull this off, Jax swung and released both yo-yos himself at the same time.

However, this was a mistake. The yo-yo balls collided and bounced wildly. One came right back at Jax and knocked him in the teeth. It wrapped around his head and ears as he fell backwards to the ground.

The other bouncing yo-yo zipped over Caine's head and tangled it's string between a digital tree and a tent pole. The extra long string kept going in a spiderweb-like pattern until it made a heart in the center. The couple didn't even notice it this time, dreamily gazing into each other's eyes.

"Aw, that's so romantic." Kinger swooned.

Jax growled from behind the string wrapped around his face.

~

Jax tried something more direct. He got a handful of darts from a balloon popping game and threw one at Pomni as she and Caine were getting on the ferris wheel.

It stuck Pomni in the hand. "Ow!"

Caine plucked the dart from the back of her hand and kissed it. "Sorry about that. These collision physics make assets do the weirdest things." He flings the dart back where it came from and continues to hold her hand as he helps her step into the ferris wheel gondola.

Jax was hit in the ear. He started to scream but Kinger covered his mouth to keep him from being heard.

~

Jax wasn't messing around anymore. He got an animal crate full of gloinks and pointed at the farris wheel. "Tear that thing apart!"

Kinger figured with his hands. "Uh...Jax, I don't think messing with those things is a good idea." He slid back behind a concession counter.

"These things love to destroy stuff. This'll work." He unlocked the crate.

"They don't destroy things, they-"

The gloinks rolled out of the crate and looked around until they saw Jax. Then started after him. "Woah, what are they- hey! No! Not me, you dumb shapes!!" Jax ran as half a dozen gloinks pursued.

"They collect things, like people..." Kinger finished quietly as he hid from the gloinks.

~

Jax eventually got away from the gloinks, angrier than ever. "Screw all of this. I'll tear down that ferris wheel myself." He stormed into the tent with a sign out in front that said: FIREWORKS.

Kinger stayed out of it this time. He was comfortable in his hiding spot and watched the couple going around on the ferris wheel.

Jax shuffled around the big boxes of colorfully labeled explosives, looking for the biggest ones. He found what he was after. One firework in particular was as tall as him and twice as thick. It looked like an actual rocket. Jax chuckled to himself, "Perfect."

He tried leaning it over to aim it at the ferris wheel, but it was much heavier than he anticipated. It fell and pinned him to a stacks of boxes. "Crap! Errgh!" His struggle knocked over a smaller box labeled MATCHES. The box spilled open and several matches struck. One of them caught the fuse of the giant firework.

Jax's ears went straight up as he heard the fizz of the fuse. He struggled harder to get free, knocking over even more boxes and spilling fireworks everywhere.

Kinger heard the fireworks before he saw them. Small bottle rockets and Roman candles sparked and flew out of the tent. In a rush of fire and smoke, the entire tent took off from the ground. Kinger could just faintly hear Jax screaming over the whistling of the fireworks as the tent spiraled into the air.

At its peak, the tent exploded in a massive grand finale show of fireworks. Caine held Pomni close as they oo'd and awed at the unexpected show.

In the colorful chaos, no one saw the charred black figure falling out of the sky in a trail of smoke. Jax crashed through the top of the concession tent Kinger was hiding in and fell right next to him with a heavy thud.

~

Jax sat up, the tip of one of his ears still on fire. "Well, that worked like a dream."

"It did?"

Jax gave Kinger a look. "Sarcasm is a foreign language to you, isn't it? Look at them! She's giving him those eyes." Jax groaned.

Pomni and Caine were leaning into one another as they were stopped at the top of the ferris wheel.

"He's smiling that smile." Kinger said happily.

"They're laughing and hugging and- eugh..." Jax's tone became increasingly disgusted. "Fine. I give up. I'm going to go throw myself in the digital lake."

"ooh! Can I join you?" Kinger asked eagerly.

[simpingladyforyourmom]

Horny

You and ony are in bed relaxing as you put on of your legs up and you know start bouncing your ass as you must have forgotten that you have a horny ass boyfriend that will fuck you ever change he gets....

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now here you getting the life pounded out of you by you lovely bf ony he fucking you so good with his every thrust into your pussy as his hard 11-inch cock keeps hitting your womb

"Oh fuck baby I love your tight ass pussy and that bouncy ass" he says as he grabs ahold of your hips as he starts going harder and faster

you just moan and groan as you can't say anything as you are lost to the pleasure that ony is giving you

Ony keeps fucking you as he can't stop now as you feel his hard thick cock going deeper and harder into you making your moans come out even more

as you feel his balls smack against your ass and you feel his cock head going through your cervix and into your womb

"fuck ony yes! right there!" You say as he keeps hitting your g-spot "your such a good girl for me, taking my cock

you feel the familiar feeling in your stomach "ooh f-fuck! I'm going to cum!!"

"Do it, Cum all over my dick! let everyone hear you scream for me ma!" Ony says as he rubs you clit

"OH ONY!! FUCCK!" you scream as you squirt all over his cock and bed

Ony keeps pounding your pussy as he is no where near cumming

as overstimulation starts to kick in and you try to run from ony brutal pounding as ony stops and flips you over

"Where are you going ma? We are not done yet" he says as he grabs hold of your legs and spreads them as you get ready for another round with ony

As ony slams back into you again you can feel yourself already at your limit

"F-Fuck Ony!" You say as you moan

"You like that? You like your boy fucking your tight pussy" Ony says as he slaps your tits making them bounce around

as he leans down and bites and sucks on your nipples, leaving hickeys all over

as you feel your second orgasm coming on

"I-Im close! Can I cum ony"

"Yes baby you can cum, cum all over my cock and make a mess"

"ONY!!" you scream as you cum on his cock again

as you feel his speed increase as his balls slap against your ass and his cockhead keeps hitting your cervix

and the overstimulation starts to make it's self known again

"Fuck ony!! you are gonna break my pussy!" You yell as your moans start to overpower your speech

"good, let it be known that your pussy is only good for me"

"Oh shit baby!"

"What's wrong baby? Your pussy is starting to feel like it's going to break!" Ony says as he chuckles as he is not wrong

"I-IM GONNA CUM ONY!!"

"Good baby do it cum all over my cock. Make a another mess baby."

"ONY!!"

as this is your third orgasm of the night and ony still going and your fucked out so all you can do is lays there and take it as your eyes are rolled back

and ony is having way to much fun with this as he pulls out a vibrators and puts it on your overstimulated clit as you squirm and moan from the overstimulation and the vibrator

as ony slaps your clit "you like that ma? Do you want to cum again?"

"N-no i can't take any more"

"Aw come one you can do it. just one more time" Ony says as he turns on the vibrator to the highest setting and slams back into your pussy as you moan

"OH FUCK ONY!!"

as you cum for the forth time and ony is no where close to cumming

Ony stops and goes to his dresser and grabs something

"What are you doing" you say as your breathing is heavy

"Getting a bigger toy for you, you said you couldn't take any more but I know you can"

"NO PLEASE NOT AGAIN!!"

"You wanted this so you are going to get it"

as he gets out a 12-inch dildo

"Please not again" you say

"I'll give you a choice, I can either use the dildo or i can fuck you till the sun comes up"

"T-The dildo"

"Alright then"

as ony starts to tease your overstimulated clit , then shoves the dildo into your abused pussy

"Oh fuck!" You scream as ony turns on the vibrator that is in the dildo as you can feel the vibrations in your whole body

"How is it, is it better than me?"

"No it's not you, nothing is better than you."

"Aw come on ma you can do better than that" as ony says while turning up the vibrations

"I can't take anymore!"

"What did you say?" Ony says as takes out the dildo and slams his cock back into your abused pussy

"ONY!!"

as he starts pounding you again but this time he is fucking you so rough

as ony starts slapping your tits again, making you moan and scream as tears are falling down your face

"I-I'm gonna cum"

"Go ahead and cum ma"

as you cum for the fifth time, as ony keeps pounding into you

"ONY!!! FUCK!! PLEASE IM DONE!!" You yell as overstimulation starts kicking in again

"Nope"

"W-What?"

"You didn't say the magic word"

"What is it?"

"Beg, beg for me"

"please ony i can't take any more. i need you to stop"

"Say the magic word"

"Please"

"No the other one"

"Please Master!"

"Good girl"

Ony takes the vibrator and the dildo and throws it across the room and starts fucking you even harder and faster

"ONY!!!!" You scream

"Who owns your pussy"

"You do"

"What was that?"

"You own my pussy"

"That's right i do. This pussy belongs to me. And only me"

as ony slaps your clit making the overstimulation worse

"IM GONNA CUM!!!" You say as your eyes roll back

"Do it ma. Cum on my dick, and don't waste a drop"

"ONY!!!!" You cum for the sixth time as ony follows suit and shoots his load deep inside your pussy

as ony collapses on you and you are both trying to catch your breaths

"You okay" ony says

"Yeah I'm fine"

as ony kisses you and starts to pull out

"No wait"

"What"

"Just stay here for a bit"

"Okay"

As ony pulls you into his chest and pulls the covers over the two of you

"Love you ma"

"Love you too"

As the two of you fall asleep, not caring about the mess you made

End