#but THIS??? NAH absolutly not

[im-just-star-dust]

Why does god give me his toughest battles?

[charleslelurk]

They absolutly have that deal and they fucked nasty to seal it 😁

You gave me brainworms while I was supposed to be packing for my vacation, ahhhh

Lando pulls off of Max's dick with a horrific, sloppy noise that makes Max’s heart rate rocket and his brain go dumb.

"Maybe we should, like, get girlfriends," Lando says, pumping Max's cock with just the slide of his spit. "Since we're not actually gay and all."

Max doesn't have the brainpower for this right now, is too busy being caught up in how Lando's hand feels and bucking his hips into the feeling.

"Lan." He doesn't have anything else to say, just Lando's name.

"Is not like we can keep this up, right? Like," and Lando gives a particularly good twist of his wrist that has Max panting, "once I'm in F1, like…" and Max looks between his knees to see Lando's eyes wide and brow wrinkled and tongue moving at the corner of his mouth before he speaks again with verocious earnesty. "How would that work?"

"Dunno," Max barely says, trying not to think about it. He's going to come soon. "May—Maybe not."

He doesn't really want to ponder what will happen when Lando gets to F1. Cause he will, he's a record breaking karting champion. Max knows he will, McLaren is already shooting their shot, blowing up Adam's phone. But… Max doesn't want to think about how it means he'll be left in the dust, cooped up in England while Lando keeps seeing the world.

Lando furrows his brow and leans forwards to take Max in his mouth again, instantly taking as much as he can and letting Max bump the back of his throat.

"Fuck," he says on an exhale, and the next thing he knows he's coming down Lando's throat. There's hands gripping tight to his legs, fingers digging in, and Max's hands have somehow found Lando's hair, sinking into his curls and cupping around his cranium.

Lando takes a minute to pull off, sort of suckles on Max until he grabs Lando by the hair and eases him off of his sensitive dick. He lets go right away, but shepherds Lando onto the sofa beside him with a uncoordinated hand pushing at his shoulder. There, they sit shoulder-to-shoulder and catch their breath.

"Reckon I'll like find a girl when I'm on McLaren," Lando murmurs. The sentence twists something in Max's chest. "Cause then like, maybe they'd be interested. Once I'm a driver."

Max turns his head, reclined on the sofa back, to see Lando. He's brought his legs up onto the sofa, towards his chest and is picking at his cuticles between his thighs and his stomach, sure to make them bleed. Lando's legs are thin and tan, exposed as he sits in just his boxers and tshirt. Max's chest twists again.

"Sure," he tells Lando. "And what if you don't find a girl?"

Lando shrugs. "Like there's gotta be someone, right? Aren't there like 8 million people on the planet."

"Billion, mate."

Lando nods in a detached manor, slowly as he's lost in thought.

"What about after?" Max asks.

Lando's head snaps to look at Max. "After what?"

"After F1."

Lando knits his brow again. He's thinking so much. "That's like, decades away. I gotta win like three titles first. And then go out in a blaze of glory."

"Gonna stay as long as Fernando?"

"Nah," Lando says, pensive. "Reckon I'll retire at like 35 after my titles."

Max nods, smiling lightly at Lando's confidence. He imagines it, the future where Lando gets a nice, long career and does donuts in his car as a send off. There's suddenly a warmth against his shoulder as Lando leans to the side, brushing against Max. He stays there.

"So if you're not married by 35," Max starts, "and I'm not married by 35—"

"Then we marry each other. Obviously."

"Obviously," Max echoes quietly.

"Yeah," Lando says, like it's the easiest thing in the world. "Like if we can't get girlfriends by then, I think we can call it quits."

Max nods slowly, looking down at Lando leaning into his shoulder. He snakes a hand up to the back of Lando's neck and rests it there. "Contingency plan."

"Sure," Lando agrees. "Whatever that means."

"It means we have a backup," Max says. "That we'll be there for each other."

Lando looks up into Max's eyes. "You always are, mate."

Max nods slowly without realizing. "I am, I am."

Lando keeps looking. "So what, do we like pinky promise?"

Max shrugs, jostling Lando unintentionally. "Sure, or we can like… have a last."

"Doesn't start like tomorrow, mate."

Max snorts. "I just think if I'm going to plan to marry you in 20 years, I should get a couple last fucks in to tide me over."

"Is not like we're going to be monks in the meantime." Max's chest does that fucking twist again.

Max squeezes at the back of Lando's neck still under his hand and Lando leans into it.

"Just want you, yeah?" Max says, all cool and collected like.

Lando makes a little noise and his hand finds Max's thigh. "Yeah, okay." He turns and tilts his head, eyes locking on Max's lips and he swoops down to give Lando the kiss he is looking for.

[viperixsworld]

GUTS, luke castellan x oc

(chapter one: new kid)

summary: Arianne and Luke just existing in camp and being the it couple.

disclaimer: im in introduction mood, so sorry. im thinking of making this story a full of oneshots and not a chapter after chapter think, idk. Enjoy this!!!

Set in Percy Jackson and the Olympians E1S1

Cabin ten, home to Aphordite's children. If Barbie and a military battalion had a kid, it would be the tenth cabin on Camp Half-blood. Arianne Deveraux was named captain and head counselor of the tenth cabin the day of her sixteen birthday, and since then she had to deal with all her brothers and sisters.

Two days later, Luke Castellan asked her to accompany him to a counselor meeting.

Said counselor meeting was actually a secret, not so secret, party for older campers, that had absolutly nothing to do with the fact that Chiron was out of camp in a secret quest and Mr.D had being persuaded with coke zero.

"Come on lovie, let's have some fun"

Wasn't he charming?

Apollo kids were at some (probably stolen) dj stuff, while Castor and Pollux were serving drinks and food. And every camper at sight waves and said hello to Luke. Three years at camp, and Ari was just starting to understand how deep Luke's influence run in the campus.

"So... are you gettin me a drink or what, champ?"

"And they said you were meek" laughed the boy.

"What can i say? Looks are deceiving"

"You don't have to swear it"

Later that night, when they had to break up the party after the earlier arrival of Chiron, some Demeter kid spread the rumor that captains of cabin 10 and 11 were making out behind a tree at the bonefire.

Some months after that, it was natural to see the two of them walking aroud camp, training together or swimming at the canoe lake. Her brothers and sisters would wait in the door of cabin 10, waiting for her to arrive past the curfew just to watch them say their goodbyes until next day.

"Quick! Hide behind the curtain!"

"Mitchell, she's gonna see you"

"Shut up, Val"

Arianne just draw her palm to her face as they stayed at the front door of cabin 10, her back facing the window while Luke only bit his tongue to avoid laughing at he situation. When Ari lifted her eyes from the floor, she found Luke's eyes just looking straight to her, as if he was trying to remember every little spot of her face, as if he was about to spend so much time without seeing her.

"Guess we have public tonight".

"They being spying us the whole day, I really hope they're not that bad when monsters are around"

Luke took a step foward, and before she could say her goodnight, he grabbed her face with two hands and kissed her on the lips. It was sweet and innocent and felt like being on a Pegasus. Her heart was beating faster than being chased by a monster and she actually heard the voices of her siblings giggling and clappin their hands.

"See you tomorrow at training, lovie"

Ari opened her eyes, finding Lukes mischievous grin, who was already on his way to his cabin.

"You just gave them a show" the girl complained

"No, your face did" responded the boy.

"I hate you".

"Nah".

She waved her goodbye to her boy with a foolish smile plastered on her face and prepare herself mentally for the nightmare of children behind that pink door. So, before entering, she breathed in and out three times, and stepped inside. She found all of her siblings looking at her, grinning at her, while poorly hidden behind curtains or under blankets.

"If your not dead sleeping before the count of ten, I will personally hunt you one by one in Capture the Flag"

This being said, the children practically flew to their bunkbeds as she directed herself to the twinbed she shared with her half-sister Silena.

The black haired girl was pretending to read a Vogue magazine when Ari just threw herself on her bed.

"Stop the act, Silena. I saw you looking out the window with Mitch and Val" said the captain.

Silena just left the magazine on the nightstand and looked at her big sister. They endured this for five seconds before brusting in laughs and putting her hands over their mouths to avoid bringin the attetion of the younger.

"Is he a good kisser?"

"Silena!"

"Don't shout! A girl just wants to know, don't blame me"

"It was all right" Ari said just staring at the ceiling "He felt right, get me?". Silena just looked to her sister in admiration, a look of pure happiness.

"Got it" she responded "Ugh, I'm so jealous... wish Charlie wasn't that dense".

"Give him time... it's not an easy task falling in love with a daugther of the goddess of love".

"Says the one with a boyfriend".

"Hey! It took time too, you know? Charlie will get it, don't worry about it. And if not, you can always leave it to your big counselor sister who can give him more chores!"

Silena just pushed her a little and they laugh again, falling sleep on the same bed after their conversation.

Later the same night, Arianne and Silena were woken up by a loud thud and the sun rays that sneak to the pinkish courtains. Apollo was feeling it today, huh? Arianne got off the bed, stretching after spending the night sharing a single bed with her dear sister, who kicks like hell.

"Mitch, what's going on si early?" she asked her little brother, who was running around the cabin with only one shoe one.

Did she sleep in? Why is everybody up that early? It was only 8:30 in the morning, most of the campers (especially HER campers) wouldn't leave their cabins until 9:00 for breakfast at mess hall.

She was sure as Tartarus that it wasn't inspection day, and she knew because the one in charge of that, was still lying in bed trying to get up. And Silena was really serious when it came to inspection day.

"A new kid entered at camp last night! Michael from Apollo said he killed a minotaur entering camp with Grover! Gods, he said the kid kept the horn!" said the boy before sprinting out the cabin.

What?

"Sil? Wake up, come on".

"Only five minutes" she murmured.

"Get your ass up!"

They dressed as quick as they could, (easy for Ari because she went to bed with the clothes from the day before). When both of them get to the mess hall, everyone was talking about the mysterious kid that one handedly got to kill a minotaur.

Apparently, poor boy passed out from the attack and was recovering in the infirmary, not even Apollo's children had access right now by Chiron's orders.

Silena went to their table, as for Ari, she was getting her food when Chris Rodríguez and Clarisse La Rue were having a conversation about it.

"I mean, a minotaur is big thing Clarisse".

"Beginner's luck, Rodríguez" said the Ares kid.

"Don't be mean, Clarisse" scolded the Aphordite's daugther entering the chat.

Despite being two opposite poles, La Rue and Deveraux had a good friendship and mutual respect. That probably comes from the close relationship between their godly parents (so to speak).

It was kind of relieving for Clarisse to know someone that she didn't need to impress. And for Arianne it was nice to have someone that wouldn't just underestimate her because of her looks, and actually saw that she wasn't a shallow, pretty face and that she could defend herself as well as any other demigod.

"Bet he's the son of Ares" said Chris "A new baby brother, Clarisse!".

Needless to say, Chris earned a hit from the Ares girl.

"What problem do you children of Hermes have with betting?" asked Arianne laughing while serving herself some pancakes with strawberry syrup.

"Make's life more insteresting, lovie" said a voice behind her, while an arm rested comfortably on her shoulders. "What are you three bickering about this morning, huh?" said Luke's voice.

"Good morning for you too" Arianne greeted.

With his arm still on her shoulder, Luke left a discret kiss on her hair. " What are the news?" he asked.

"Newbie kill a minotaur last night, and everyones freaking out" Clarisse said disdainfully.

"Unclaimed?".

"Seems like we'll have the bullslayer at our place, bro" said Chris before he and Clarisse went to their respective tables.

"Be nice to the kid, he is probably super scared right now" Arianne told Luke, gettin face to face.

Luke raised an eyebrow questioning her words.

"Im always nice to new campers".

Arianne just grinned and pecked his cheek before going to her sister, who was eagerly waiting for her pancakes.

[dragon-queen21]

Can you do some Agere prompts with grumpy x sunshine trope, please? 🫶

Absolutly I can! These were fun to come up with

Sunshine Caregiver x Grumpy Little

~Caregiver who is the definition of ‘would you like some coffee with your cream and sugar?’ /sarc + Little one who still wants black coffee while small (bonus points if their caregiver adds some sugar into their drink anyways

~Fun skirts, colorful neck ties, chunky jewelry x little one in over sized sweatshirts, fingerless gloves, chokers and leg warmers

~Caregiver who gets their baby a pacifier that says ‘mute button’ or ‘remove at your own risk’ or some other light hearted saying

~Pet regressor who watches as their caregiver is so sweet to real animals and wondering what it would be like to be treated so kindly when growing up their were always weird/misunderstood/left alone/feared etc.

~Tickling their little’s sides to get them to laugh

~Caregiver with a hundred different nicknames to call the regressor they look after

~Caregiver always having candy, poking their littles one’s cheeks to ask ‘do you want one?’

~Little one with the zoomies? Nah nah nah, reverse it. Caregiver with zoomies >:3 (bonus points for their kiddo being super miffed about how they can’t have ‘too much’ coffee/sugar but their caregiver can, or trying to figure out who keeps letting their caregiver have coffee/sugar when they get this hyper.)

Sunshine Little x Grumpy Caregiver

~Okay but this dynamic always just gives hyper toddler + tired dad vibes to me. Maybe this is me just projecting with my own fictional caregiver- who knows :3

~Caregiver who always has glitter somehow managing to get in their hair, and into their clothes. (It’s their little one’s fault)

~Opening a folded envelope on their desk? Glitter. A drawing their little one made for them? Glitter. The suspicious tiny package on their desk? You guessed it, glitter bomb. They swear they will never be free of it. Ever.

~Little one painting their caregiver’s nails all sorts of bright colors, and in turn theirs are painted a muted blue or black to match their caregiver!

~Regressor with  a hundred stuffed animals and a hundred different names for them all + cg who can remember, ten of them. Tops. (They’re trying)

~Cup full of coffee x sippy cups filled with juice

~Baby who wants to ramble for hours on end. Caregiver who silently listens/ speaking a couple of times reminding them to eat/ to continue finishing their drawing/ to correct the story/ point out a missing detail/ add a comment of their own, etc.

~People looking in on their relationship and worried that cg isn’t nice enough to regressor because of how cold they are to everyone around them normally. Not know how sweet they are when caregiver is just with their kiddo, how much of a push over they are, or all the small things they do to show they care without out right expression

masterlist

[romanarose]

Happy Birthday, Joel

Trans!Joel Miller x m!reader

Summary: No one really knows Joel. Not the way you do.

Warnings: Uhhhhhh being closeted trans? I guess breif use of dead name, but for me personally the name I was born with doesnt bother me, and I have a few trans friends who feel the same, so I'm not gonna dance around it.

Immersivity: Reader is amab and male

A/N: This is for my dead @justagalwhowrites Joel's birthday celebration! I chose the gender swap, and even though it's not neccecarily gender swap because gender is gender, this is a pre-transition Joel Miller. I paired it with friends to lovers <3 I've seen at least one person talk about trans Joel as a concept and I love it! Below I'll have other trans concepts of mine liked

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No one understood him like you did.

He was your best friend, and you were the only person he trusted enough to tell you his secret.

Melissa Miller was a man.

"What about Felix?" You ask him, flipping through a book of names they had gotten at the book store. The clerk treated them like they were expecting a baby, so happy and bubbly and asked when they were expecting. You didn't blame her, honestly.

In 1979, it was in vogue to have short hair, certainly not anything shocking even if the fashion was Ferrah Faucet style, long silky mousy brown hair, or afros. When he cut his hair into a pixie, Mrs. Miller lost her shit and called him a lesbian but that was just Mrs. Miller. He still looked feminine, even if you didn't see him that way. To you, he was a man.

He cringed. "Do I look like a twink to you?"

That made you laugh. "No, no you do not." He still looked more effeminate, but more like a tomboy girl than anything. Some curves for sure, even though he wore a tight sports bra most days. That should've been your first clue. While most girls were trying to make their chest bigger, he was trying to reduce it. Still, he worked on a farm, had muscles that matched his strength. Even before he came into his own with his muscles, he always had more of a straight body type which you loved.

"Give me another"

You were trying out name ideas. It was getting exhausting never referring to him as anything. Not that you could call him anything in public, but there were moments... stolen glances, little touches, times when you thought maybe is feelings for you matched yours for him.

"Theod-"

"Absolutly not."

You slam the book shut, watching him lay on the grass... it was his birthday, 20th to be expect, and he had wanted to just spend it out of the farm with you, so you packed a picnic. Still, birthday or not he was driving you insane.

"You said you liked old names!"

"Not ones that sound like some rich British asshole!"

You groan, watching him laugh as he sprawled out. Jean, flannel, tee shirt... all baggy of course. Despite the sports bra, you could see the swell of his tits.

He peaks up at you. "Well, get on with it!"

"Fiiiiine" Only because it was his birthday. And because picking a name with him seemed special, sacred. and it was his birthday. And because you loved him.

You reopen your book. "Abel?"

He seems to mull it over. "Hmmm. I like it...."

"But it's just not right, is it?"

He shakes his head. "Nah, but it's close."

You skim the names over, flipping through, skipping chunks, trying to find something that fit YOUR friend. He deserved the best.

"What about Joel?"

There was silence. "Joel... Joel Miller... wow.... I really like that. Rolls off the tongue." You watch the smile spread across his face. He sits up. "Joel Miller. Do you think it fits me?"

You're smiling back. "It really does. I think it's perfect. I mean, we can keep look-"

"No!" He cuts you off but this time you arent annoyed. He's bubbling with joy, giddy as he bounces in his spot. "I love it."

"Joel it is then!"

You don't see it coming when he kisses you. As quickly as it started, he pulls away. "Shit. Shit, I'm fuck'n sorry man, I just got-"

You grab his flannel and pull him back to you, kissing him deeper now. Joel's body submits to you immediately, melting into your touch and humming as you lay him down on the grass.

"Wanted you for so long..." You murmur into his mouth, not daring to pull away. "My man..."

He smiles against your skin. "Your man?"

"Mine, and mine only." You settle your knee between his legs, hearing Joel whimper. He was far from a blushing virgin, you knew. Many a man had taken him to bed before he realized what he was. But none of them understood him like you. None of them knew Joel Miller. You touch him, avoiding his chest you knew he didn't like attention drawn to, and feeling the muscles on his stomach. He was your man.

"Happy birthday, Joel"

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I hope you likey!!!!! I've been enjoying writing some trans content and i hope you do too!!!!

Here are some others ive done

About a Girl series: Joel meets reader, not realizing at first she's trans. All about acceptance, queer issues, family, found family, love, kindness.

You'd love me if i was a worm, would you love me if i was a man?: reader comes out to Santi

Joel take a strap: Joel's husband is a transman, and he finds a strap

Big Boys Dont Cry: Trans Santi Trans Reader smut

thank you all!!!

I've considered doing something with the trans logan stuff I've seen.... anyone in?

Tagging those i thought might enjoy!

@my-secret-shame @beefrobeefcal @pedge-page @for-a-longlongtime @crowandmousewritingco

[macro-collections]

College

Story originally posted on Coiled Fist November 2008

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He was also worried about going to college for another reason; he has been hiding the fact that he is gay for quite some time. He is afraid that having to live with somebody will out him.

His parents drove off and said their goodbyes and Chris was alone in his room. While he started putting everything together, he began to worry about when his roommate would come. Just as he was thinking this, the door flew open. In walked one of the most gorgeous guys Chris had ever seen.

"Yo dude, whats up? I'm Kyle."

'Uh, Chris, nice to meet you."

Kyle was absolutly amazing. At about 6' 2", he looked to be in PERFECT condition. He had a cut body with buldging bicepts, which were showcased by the muscle shirt he was wearing. His body was covered in just the right amount of hair. He had that adorable boyish look about him. He had tan skin, brown eyes and light brown hair that was just long enough that it could be styled so that it was the "bed head" type look. SO HOTT!

"Dude, you alright? Your staring." Kyle asked.

"Oh! Yea sorry, just nervous I guess."

The two talked for a while getting to know eachother. Chris fell even further in love with him. Kyle played three sports - hockey, football and baseball, stars on all of them. He caught a passing glance at one of Kyles cleats when he was putting it away. Chris almost fainted when he saw that Kyle wears a size 13! Chris had a bit of a foot fetish, and couldnt wait to sneak some peeks at those bad boys! Almost as if Kyle read his mind, Kyle began to remove his sneakers and he said,

"Yo hope you dont mind, I worked out earlier today so my feet are probably kinda rank."

"Oh, uh, no problem man."

Chris nearly creamed his pants right then. Watching the Nike's slowly pulled off those beautiful, perfect feet revealing a pair of black underarmour socks inside that wrere perfectly fitted to the massive foot within. As the shoes came off, Chris caught a hint of the sent. It was amazing. The sweet smell of his hot jock foot sweat mixed in with the smell of his sneakers was to die for. Chris couldnt help but stare in extacy. Suddenly Kyle jumped up with a bit of a smirk that almost startled Chris, but then he thought nothing of it.

"Hey, Ill be right back. Forgot something down in my car."

He put his shoes back on and ran out the door. Chris couldnt wait. He got up ran over to Kyles cleats and inhaled as much as he could. He was in heaven. When he heard the door open, Chris jumped back and acted casual. Kyle came in holding what appeared to be a six pack of beer.

"Ah, College! Isnt it great?" Kyle said. "Here bro, help yourself." Kyle handed Chris a beer.

"Nah, its ok, I dont really drink." Chris said.

"Come on Dude, its friken college! Live a little!"

"Oh, alright just one"

Chris took the beer and opened it. Something had him feeling a little uneasy, but he wasnt sure exactly what. Chris began to drink and noticed that Kyle had that same smirk on his face. Suddenly, Chris began to feel sick. He got up and tried to walk it off, but ended up passing out.

He woke up with the room spining. He thought he cuaght a glimpse of something. It looked like the cleat that he was smelling before, only much bigger.

"What is going on.." Chris thought.

Suddenly, Chris heard a bit of a snicker.

"HAH, MORNING BUDDY"

Chris couldnt tell where the deafening sound was coming from. Finally when he regained his bearings, Chris almost fainted all over again. Right in front of him was the sneaker that Kyle had just taken off and put back on. Only in it was KYLE! Chris stared at the sneakers, looked up past the ankle black under armour socks, past the semi hairy legs to the pair of mesh gym shorts, up to the toned torso covered in a muscle shirt and ultimatly up to the cocky face of Kyle.

"DUDE, LOOK HOW PATHETIC YOU ARE!" Kyle shouted down to Chris.

Chris tried to run away but was suddenly knocked onto his back from Kyles foot. Chris stared up and saw the somewhat worn sole of the Nikes slowly decending towards him. Beyond that Chris could see Kyles face with a bit of a sinister smile on it. Chris screamed thinking it ws the end. But just as the rubber met Chris' body, the pressure stopped.

"DUDE, YOU THINK I WOULD GIVE UP A SWEET PET LIKE YOU SO EARLY? NAH, I AM KEEPING YOU FOR A WHILE!"

Chris' heart sank. "What!? What do you mean?"

"YEA MAN. THIS CANT BE REVEARSED. YOUR MINE NOW FOREVER, OR AT LEAST UNTIL I GET BORED OF YOU!"

Chris was sooo mad! He starte to yell up to Kyle, but Kyle didnt care at all.

"YO MAN, I GOT FOOTBALL PRACTICE RIGHT NOW, WANNA COME WITH?"

"What? How?"

"OH, I GOT A WAY."

Kyle reached down and grabed Chris and dropped him into a cleat. The cleat smelled musky like old sweat. It was still a little humid from the last practice. Suddenly, chris looked up and couldnt believe what he saw. Kyle was lowering his socked foot into the cleat! Chris got pinned right under the sole of Kyles foot. He felt pressure but not enough to kill him. His face was burried into the socked foot of his hott roommate! Chris was horny and terrified at the same time. Practice seemed to go on forever. By the time it was done, Chris was covered in Kyles foot sweat.

Once back at the dorm room, Kyle dumped Chris out of the shoe. He lay gasping for air while Kyle removed his socks. Without warning, Kyle placed his sweaty barefoot on top of Chris. Rubbing him up and down, playing with him with his toes, forcing his head between each to and his face into his sole.

"HOWS IT TASTE DUDE?" Kyle teased with a smirk.

Chris felt helpless...pathetic. Finally Kyle grew bored and decided to pick Chris up. He droped him into his Jock.

"ALRIGHT BUDDY, TIME TO GET ME OFF!" With that, Chris was trapped on Kyles manhood.

Chris resisted at first, but finally realized he had no choice. He climbed up the balls and Kyles cock immediately sprung up. Chris wrapped his whole body around the shaft and begn to stroke. Chris climbed up to the top where he began to hump the slit of Kyles dick. This did it in for Kyle as he creamed all over the place knocking Chris off the cock and back onto the balls. Chris lay there out of breath for a while drenched in Kyles cum. Finally A hand reached in, grabbed Chris and dropped him onto his bare six pack near his belly button. Kyle was now completly naked. Chris could feel the ground below him rapidly moving up and down as Kyle tried to catch his breath after that amazing orgasm.

"OH DUDE, THAT WAS FUCKING AMAZING. TOO BAD I WONT HAVE YOU AROUND TO DO IT FOR ME ANYMORE."

"What? Whh..wh...what do you mean?"

"YEA MAN, PEOPLE ARE GONNA WONDER WHERE YOU ARE SO I GOTTA DESTROY THE EVIDENCE IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN"

Chris couldnt believe what he was hearing.

"BESIDES I HAVENT EATEN DINNER YET AND PRCTICE GOT ME STARVING!"

With that, Kyle reached down and grabed the cum dreanched Chris from his abs. He picked him up by his ankle so he was dangling. Chris slowly was braught up to his roommates face. He was right near the massive, pink lips of Kyle. Chris looked up to see the two brown eyes focused only on him. He knew this was it.

"DUDE, MY STOMACH WANTS YOU. YOU ARE GOING TO BE SO FRIKEN DELICIOUS."

Please, Kyle! I will do anything! You cant do this to me! I am a human!"

Kyle paid no attention to the cries and pleas. He merely tilted his head and dangled Chris over his open mouth. Below Chris could see the waiting pink, wet tongue and uvula. Suddenly Chris was dropped and he screamed all the way down until he landed onto the wet pink surface. Kyle went over to a mirror so Chris could see himself sitting on the giants tongue. He looked so pathetic, like a piece of candy. Suddenly, darkness came as Kyle closed his lips. Chris felt movement as the tongue sprung into action. He was rolled aroundthe mouth being licked clean and sucked on. The tongue moved him from cheek to cheek, over the hard teeth that nearly knocked Chris out. Chris was flipped and turned, completely drenched in Kyles saliva. He was pressed against the roof of the mouth.

From the outside, Kyle was still looking in the mirror and wanking off again. He could see the bump in his cheek where Chris is move from side to side. Finally, Kyles stomach growled indicating the fun was over. Kyle tilted back his head, moved Chris to the center of his mouth. The tongue pushed him towards the back of the mouth. Inside Chris knew what was coming. He wanted to scream but realized it was pointless. As Chris reached the uvula, Kyle took a hard swallow. Chris was squeezed by the throat muscles and pushed down into the esophagus. Kyle, still looking in the mirror, watched in amazement as he followed the lump that is Chris travel down his neck until it disappeared in his bare chest. Kyle smiled and rubbed his stomach. Chris was waving his arms and kicking his legs all the way down giving Kyle an amazing sensation.

"KEEP THAT UP DUDE, LOVE THE FEELING ITS GIVING ME!"

Chris couldnt make out what Kyle said, all he knew was he wanted out! Suddenly, Chris landed into the stomach, which was suprisingly fairly empty. Chris imediatly jumped on his feet and began pounding on the walls of the stomach yelling. Kyle felt this and loved every second of it. This made him cum all over again. Suddenly Kyle burped which indicated that he enjoyed his meal.

Inside, the burp caused Chris to fly back and he landed face first in some stomach acid and bile. The stinging was terrible. He felt like the flesh was being torn off of his face and body...Chris had no more strength....He faded away and became a part of Kyle forever..

After the movement stopped, Kyle burped again.

"I fucking love collge...." Kyle said with a smirk as he cracked open another beer.

[dc-and-damirae]

jon, absolutly lovestruck: damian called me an idiot today~

lois: ...and this is considered romantic?-

kon: nah his ass is just whipped

superman in the back: he could've liked ANY one else...

[elliesgirrl]

I’m in my arcane era :3 can you do hc’s for vi and caitlyn x reader who’s shorter than them and how’d they act also happy pride monthh!!! 🏳️‍🌈🙆🏽‍♀️

Yess ofc💗💗 happy gay month to u 2!

Vi and Caitlyn with a short s/o

Warnings: fem!reader bc they're lesbians, kinda ooc *srry for taking so long with this*

- Vi absolutly loves that u are shorter than her, like, you are so small and weak (even if u are like rlly strong) she things that u are a cute puppy who needs protection

- she grabs u and puts u on her shoulder and carries you like that and u scream at her to put you down

- she also loves teasing you, she cant go a day without making a joke about u being shorter than her

"You? Stronger than me? Those short legs of yours?.. Nah"

"I will end you"

- Caitlyn also loves that you are shorter than her but she is fucking massive so almost everyone is shorter than her

- this time, she is the one who receives the jokes because she cant make fun of you

- but in return.. You two run in the morning and she goes waaayyy faster than you, and you have to keep up with her or else she will leave you like 3 streets behind

"How is the weather up there?"

"Its raining"

"Huh?"

"*spits on u*"

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for potentially making my neighbour hate me?

So, some context. I moved in with my partner at the start of the year, and quickly became good friends with our next door neighbour, A. Myself and A are both autistic and have compatible, if different kinds of anxiety and PTSD. This will become relevant.

We were very close and would often run errands together or stop to chat while entering or leaving our flats, until we had something of a falling out; this is pure speculation on my part, as she hasn't spoken to me since to confirm or deny wether this was the cause. Long story short, plans were made to meet and discuss a mutual volunteer project and due to a misunderstanding on my part I had to cancel. I offered to reschedule but A responded in a very accusatory way to such an extent that it triggered a PTSD episode for me. I informed her of this as politely as I could and told her I would respond again when I felt able to.

Since then, she has all but ignored me. Left every mutual group we were in online and is very short with me whenever we run into each other if she acknowledges me at all- something that is becoming genuinely difficult as we work in the same care facility and often need to communicate.

It's difficult for me to reach out and try to discuss things given my own mental issues, and I also don't want to throw her under the bus here as I suspect I likely triggered her as well, but I have no way of knowing and that more than anything is just leaving me hurt and frustrated. I absolutly messed up that one time, but does that make me the asshole?

What are these acronyms?

[matcha-binz]

Rants abt hugs from soobie &lt;;/3

Not out of the ordinary ; soobin and back hugs. im like supposed to be working on this assignment but like i cannot stress this enough. nah cuz id die happy if soobin were to engulf me in one of his big hugs. :( like the fact his body proportions are so big and could easily tower over someone, or engulf you into into his arms is crazy cute. Like it would become a normall thing too! everytime you two would meet up at like 3 am to take a nice walk, he would fr bury you in his arms, or maybe even giving you a tight squeeze, before letting you go.

ex: Or maybe he'd do that cute k-drama bf thing "lets stay like this for a while" *crying*

is it obvious that im touch starved

anyways.

Sleepi ; I feel like he would do the same when he sleeps with you. After a long day of being out, working, or something idk i feel like it would be a ritual he does with you before (and while) you sleep. Its just. idk. him. Like he loves it when you rest your head on his chest, listening to the beat of his heart, while his arms are around your shoulders, and his other free hand massaging your hair as he dozed off.

ex: i feel like he'd dream of you and softly whisper your name unconsiously while doing so, which u find absolutly adorable. <333

ex: at like the ungodly hours of you doing work, soobin would prob stir in his sleep next to you, and whisper stuff in his sleep like -

soobin : "___, where you goin'?" reader : " 'm right here.."

[thedogmacentral]

chester is so indecisive. first he's dead set on warning sam to ABSOLUTLY do NOT go to the magnus institute, manchester. and then the second sam decides 'nah its too much work to figure this institute thing out,' chester goes: well hey there my guy! im going to start speaking unprompted! and give you some very intriguing story about the magnus institute, manchester! would be a shame if somebody went to explore!!!!

[afaimscorner]

Honestly, are A. I.s now creating account on fanfiction.net?

Or has it become an online dating platform?

I don't find that funny anymore!

I seriously got that reply to my not very nicely worded accusation of them being a bot or a would-be-criminal:

It sounds like you're understandably frustrated, and I completely get why you'd feel that way. Reaching out to a writer without having genuinely engaged with their work can come off as disingenuous, and it's fair to want your stories to be treated with respect.

It's great that you're setting clear boundaries, especially when it comes to interacting online. Protecting yourself from anything sketchy is always the right call. Writing in German adds another layer of uniqueness to your work, and it's important that any feedback or interaction feels authentic and meaningful.

If you're ever open to sharing more about your writing process or stories, I'd love to hear about them! And I promise to keep things honest and respectful

Followed by:

Are you working on new chapters ?

As you might have noticed at no point a thing like "No, dude, I absolutly did read your story called XY" was said, so it's like...

??

You did not read it, admitted that but are still bothering me about writing even though you respect me not wanting to talk with anyone who has not actual read my work about it?

On the Spectrum? Nah, I don't buy it...

[porcelainpocketfighter]

the Flight Rising NPCs as Jerma quotes

Tomo: So, you figure anything out in there? 'Nah he's clean, it's back to the drawing board.' Well, that's- uh- that's great. I don't know how to draw, so you're gonna have to do it for me.

Scribbles: [writing on parchment] Absolutly destoryed on red wine, sory guys

Crim: I need that claw. I need that tail. I NEED THAT TOOTH.

Pinkerton: Yeah, I got glasses but I don't really need 'em. I'm just gonna put 'em up there just in case I need to read something… like your number.

Swipp: We're gonna go over these (Funko Pops) one by one and we're gonna talk about if dragons would want them or not, okay? Let's be honest. Chun-Li? [nods] Ding, okay. Ding ding ding. Sure, fine. Ren & Stimpy? [incorrect buzzer noise] No. Half of the people at the Trading Post don't even know what that show is.

Pipp: I will try my hardest to eat one small- a 4x4 piece of plywood.

Tripp: My father is selling this item for one treasure. I mean, let's be real here: at what point do you just burn it?

Roundsey: People just come up to me and give me money, apparently because I remember what they look like.

Baldwin: Like, when you buy yogurt, you know, you can put it in the fridge for a long time. It's preserved! There's organisms that keep that shit alive. It's- I mean the- you could- there's bio… chemical… in there. [pats cauldron] There's biochemical in there.

Galore: You know what fuckin' dragons are supposed to be doing? We're supposed to be fucking picking up a wheelbarrow full of like, treasures and just, like, slowly walking with it and then delivering those treasures to the community… we're not supposed to be like, GIGGITYGIGGITYGIGGITYGIGGITY.

Fiona: [to her roc, Prudence] Okay, wait. Lie down, roll over, claw. Oh, she's so fucking smart! Only my girl!

Arlo: What happened to the dinosaurs, anyway? Did they get extinct? I mean, did they— did they get extinct?

Avery: I can smell you making fun of me. Stop or I'll cry. Stop or I'll cry! STOP OR I'LL CRY!

Glass & Gloss: [singing] One, two, threeeeeee-aaaaaah-ooooooooh. One, two, threeeeeee-aaaaaah-ooooooooh. Hey, do that one again. Eeeeeeeeeeee-

Sage: When in doubt, radish it out.

Arvelle: What's my favorite flavor of gunpowder? Uh, blue raspberry.

Higgins: I feel like I'm the demon in this house. Like, there's a family of seven that lives here, and I don't even see them. I died here like 25 years ago, and I'm just in the house. Opening up the fridge, they hear weird noises from the basement at fuckin' 7 or 8 o' clock.

Marva: This is performance art! You guys don't understand, this is- this is a living painting that you're seeing. Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci, they're all dead. I REMAIN, you understand? I REMAIN as a performance artist!

Joxar: I'm not Team Wind, and I'm not Team- uh- Lucas, or whatever it is. I'm Team Merchandise. I'm the guy who- I see what's going on here, and I start designing t-shirts for the eleven flights and make a trillion gems.

Patches: Hey guys. You want me to get drunk on Pirate Week and play with the ship's cannons?

Susie: Bitch I'm going uwu mode?

[shhhhimwatchingthis]

I just watched YouTuber Andy Kings video on Jennifer Murphy (if you have no idea who she is, she's a racist influencer, content creator, etc, who's friends with Trump) I recommend watching his video roasting her AWFUL movie to get the full context because I can't do justice to how absurd this woman is in a text post.

But what this post is actually about is a comment on this video where someone said "why do these people always think we're canceling them, nah bro we're just making fun of you"

And something clicked in my head thinking of that Tumblr post and John Oliver also noted it on Last Week Tonight, how Trump and his ilk hate being called weird. Like any other description they spin, or wear proudly or laugh off but they can't stand being called weird

And this idea sort of connected. Conservatives have made a reactionary culture around what they call 'cancel culture', to the point where some of them think its a badge of honour

But I think if you told this same brand of weirdo 'No, I'm not canceling you. I just don't think you're very funny. I'm making fun of you. I'm laughing at you.' You might actually stop them in their tracks a bit. Like being 'canceled' makes these people feel like brave warriors and martyrs, it makes them feel powerful, because if someone is trying to cancel them, they must be saying something dangerous (and therefore they must be dangerous and therefore they must have power) but they have no defense at being made fun of. Theres nothing dignified about being made into a clown. There's nothing powerful in being made the butt of a joke. And they can't stand that.

'Canceling' in its true meaning as a form of deplatforming and accountability for those whos platforms spread or create harm is still absolutly a valuable tool. But since the term has been co-opted to such a degree these freaks are finding valour in it, maybe its time to react with a different tool.

Make them jokes. Point out how weird they are. When you tell them they aren't funny and they react with some 'ohhh cancel culture' defense tell them it's not canceling they just don't have any talent and shouldn't give up their day jobs.

The thing these people fear more than almost anything is being seen as a loser. Never stop turning the mirror to them.

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

Mikey: I'm finally at Manilla. Mikey: Damn it's hot outside. Mikey: Izana will probably certainly be mad that i didn't tell him where i'm gone but it was necessary for my plan Mikey: And i don't care what he thinks. He spends too much time with this fucker of Kisaki anyway. Mikey: Now i just have to wait Takemitchy here! Mikey: Mikey: wait, will the fact i sent this photo of us, considering that everyone is dead on it except us and that he'll certainly understand that i'm the one who killed all the others, will make him think he'll the next to be killed and will absolutly terrorise him? Mikey: And that he will not come, and rather ask for the police's protection? Mikey: Mikey: nah =) Mikey: i guess i'll wait in this abandonned building until my crybaby come!

Tbf Mikey was completely right and probably knew Takemichi was going to do the most unsafe option and not tell the police because Takemichi has a track record of doing rather risky things and walking straight into danger.

Mikey's plan isn't great but it definitely seems a little better when you remember who he's using it on.

[loosiap]

5 Songs I listen to

Muchas gracias for tagging me @themeasureofasim ♡ I'll never miss a music tag~ I tried to choose songs that I currently love that also have lyrics in the description on yt (if someone feels like checking them out and running translator to roughly understand what they mean. ik, noone, but I had to give myself some rules to make choosing easier). All in Polish because- it's my post and I say so

Koniec świata by Kasia Lins - yt | spotify [because I'm lowkey in love with her]

Pragnę więcej by Transgresja - yt | spotify [I don't know this band very well yet, I just found this song a week(?) ago and I love it! and the mv is kinda cool 👀]

Chyba umieram by Azyl P - yt | spotify [classic]

Mło(dość) by Lor - yt | spotify [new young promising talented group! I love entire album this song is from]

Pociągi towarowe by Jakub Skorupa - yt | spotify [i have no comment, i guess you just have to listen to undertand?]

Honorable mentions because I'm annoying as always:

Najsmutniejszy człowiek świata by Arek Kłusowki - yt | spotify [it's in my song of a week second week in a row for a reason, i relate a lot]

Muszę robić te głupoty by WaluśKraksaKryzys - spotify [I wanted to list this song but I can't find it in a studio quality on yt so it's here not in the main list]

Ufo by Decadent Fun Club - yt | spotify [no lyrics so it's here not in the main list. I like this band, they don't have enough albums imo I NEED MORE. What got me into this band was not their good music, lyrics, the fact they made very good cover of classic MANAAM song (strobbing light warning for this link) or because I found about them from another band I love (Closterkeller). Nah, that would be too sane for me. I got into them because main vocalist charmed me with his absolutly perfect diction. I mean just listen! the DICTION. the way the vocalist perfectly delivers each word, each syllable, each sound. Perfect Polish you don't hear often. he keeps this perfect diction in live performances! none of my irl friends understand my obsession :c]

Tagging YOU 👉👈

@spell-bloom @burnedspaghettidrama @krabbysims @rudhira @esotheria-sims @atrociouslyevilwitch @profesionalpartyguest @lucilla-sims only if you want ofc 🥺