#decrepit old twink

[mosspapi]

How do I always end up drawing myself as either a decrepit old man or the most twinkish femboy known to man. There is no in between.

Worst part is both always look pretty accurate.

[morgz-mortuary]

We don't give enough credit and appreciation to John H Watson in Moriarty the Patriot.

He literally gaslight an entire nation into thinking that the twink of a man that was William James Moriarty, was in fact, an old decrepit man.

[sovietsquiddo]

funger fans will see a skinny decrepit twink with the hairline of a 60 year old eat a centipede straight out of the dirt and go 'god I cant not fuck him'

[themuskrater]

MORTHOS

Your PCs are sexy twinks and beautiful ladies, mine's decrepit old man who lives in the woods. We are not the same.

Morthos is a tiefling mage, the spawn of a Devil Lord of the same name. Because of his father's infamous reputation, Morthos was exiled from his home and settled down in a shack in the forest outside the city walls. Eventually, as the years passed, Morthos' existence became an urban legend to the locals. His presence is used to scare the kids into staying out of the woods at night. But if you do get lost, you may be lucky enough to encounter a pale tiefling offering you a cup of tea, a pipe to smoke, and somewhere warm to sleep until sunrise. Unlike his father, Morthos has no desire to conquer or destroy. He's spent his life doing small acts of kindness to counter the misery his father's caused.

[dominikadecember]

Started off for a pretty toxic blonde dude and came out obsessed with a decrepit old man that is a twink in the eyes of a 500+ vamp 😉

[stinkrascal]

i REALLY wanted vlad to use that skin i put on askeladd like i wanted it to work so bad. but it simply makes him look TOO old which i know is controversial bc everyone on simblr cannot agree if hes a mid 20s twink or a decrepit 100 yr old wrinkly ballsack of a man. but alas. i cant use the pretty skin:(

[worlds-worst-smut]

Santa Claus x Pope Francis

~2000 words

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There has never been any pope who hasn’t gotten a personal visit from the big red man from up north. No Popes ever managed to escape the inevitable meeting with The Bearded One, Sleigher, Drinker of Milk. No-one denied Old Saint Nick.

When Santa drove in the air over the Vatican he thought of past meetings with fondness. Except for Ratzinger - he was easily the most uptight man he’d ever met, being a former member of Hitlerjugend. It was an unpleasant, unsatisfying business. This pope was more liberal, more… experienced. Or so he’d heard.

He got Rudolph the red-nosed to pull down into a warm balcony of the Vatican, where a waving pleasant man in white robes awaited him. Francis. The man radiated light, and greeted him in a secret latin prayer for the occasion. Saint Nick saw the brandy on the table and settled into Francis’ big chair. The pope’s expression didn’t let on his annoyance and was playing hard to get obviously, which got Santa ravished.

“So you have come, Nicholas of Myra.” He smiled.

“No I have very well not” said Santa, taking a sip of the brandy, he was already so very hard.

The pope slowly took off his robe, giving him the striptease treatment. His arms were like the naked wings of a chlorinated chicken, all veiny and bony. Santa watched him take off his many other layers until he was left with a pudgy, decrepit old man, with only his tighty whiteys on. The only thing that he could exercise was the hand that waved at the adoring crowds, which would be good enough for a tug job, but no more.

No that would not do. Santa got up and waved his massive schlong and made his aged fortune teller Harry Potter wave his wand to cast some Christmas magic on the pope and make him the vigorous man he used to be. The pope’s eyes lit up and Francie fell into a frenzy of gibbering about how he is now 30 years old again.

“God I’m popeye the sailor man. I’m popeye the sea man. Eat my spinach and catch me if you can Santa!!” Francie screamed, and sprinted throughout the poptacular palace like the tighty whitey he was.

“Ho ho ho, I’ll get you eventually when I go go go” Santa boomed. How fun Santa thought, would it be to capture The Pope’s skinny Bum.

Santa first flew to the sistine chapel, where the chimney steamed when the bishops hats gleamed. He ripped his clothes off and rode in on his sleigh and his voice boomed to the bishops “Where is my popey he is very sly and slick, he must be ready to recieve Saint Nick’s dick!

The bishops didn’t turn their heads, they weren’t surprised, and one of them mumbled “We haven't seen him Saint Nikolai". But their eyes were lying. The weakest of them, a dwarf trembling in his robe, and when Santa leaned over him with a sinister Christmas expression and the little wrinkled old gnome said quietly "He has gone to the sauna."

So he burst off to the Vatican sauna, and Santa boomed into the heavenly mists "It's time for you to chug my eggnog you little twink". But there was nobody in the Sauna, except for a little digital clock in the wall that read 21:37. Only two hours to midnight, Santa flew back to the bishops in a rage, and the deceptive little gnome, suggested a rage-orgy to delay Santa from finding his lover's hiding place.

So they had a vast rage-orgy within the halls of the Vatican, with Santa pounding through their asses like a blunt knife through dry paper. Then he realised, in the midst of their pleasures dedicated to Slaanesh, that his popey rope had gone off his leash.

"Santa is COMING" he roared at the top of his voice, and he wanked his way supernaturally through every room, every crevice and dungeon of the place, and he found his Francie kneeling, begging for him, right back in his own bedroom!

"You have been very naughty this year" Santa crooned at him, and Francis begged in that low husky voice of his that he used for the recitation of masses, especially the mountainous rolling masses on Santa.

"Forgive me father, for I have sinned" he said in latin, before he took the body of Santa as communion, washing down the first batch of cum, like the wine, the bloodline.

"Yes" Santa said greedily, throbbing into his throat. "Say more of those funny foreign words while you suck me off." And the pope mumbled into the wood of Francis like an audio technician testing a delicious new microphone, the waves of pleasure rolled through Santa, popey’s throat was like that warm Christmas he once spent in the bahamas.

Then suddenly Santa let out a roar of pain. France had chomped down on his dick, like an iron vice. Santa flew up violently his magical impulses had triggered, and then the pope gave him a malicious grin all the way on the floor.

“I thought I might… surprise you” said the devil in the voice of G-Man, who had taken the form of the pope only to try and cut off Santa’s penis with his razor sharp teeth.

WHERE DO YOU HAVE REAL POPEY. Santa screamed at Satan, who cackled and took flight all the way down to the depths of hell like the coward he was.

Santa flew all around the Vatican again, distraught, afraid for his pope who had undoubtedly been tied up and kept hostage by Il diablo himself.

The Real Pope was hidden in an expansive closet made out of Rococo wood, (the same closet that led to Narnia before it was nuked) whimpering, bo und, in tears, but otherwise unharmed by the devil.

“Oh Francis” Saint Nick examined him, all tied up like a neat bundle of onions. The pope had the most sad and pathetic, expression, as if he had disappointed Santa the whole time. Santa and Pope looked at each other with a sad, familiar lust in their eyes, and their moistened elderly dildos already had half mast. They fucked softly at first and with remorse, like a used car salesmen exploring the body of a beloved car they were about to sell.

Then they fucked harder, enchanted with the moment, until the walls shook like the trumpets crumbled the walls of Jericho. And they hugged each other and fondled each other all the night after their tryst, until Santa had to tend again to the herds of reindeer and polar bears, and the pope returned to mumbling and protecting the catholic people from the devil.

[lupuslikethewolf]

King Viserys' decrepit arse organising a wedding where:

his wife (daughter's ex-lover) declares war because of course, that's normal wedding procedure

his daughter kisses her uncle again in front of the entire court after asking him to marry her and steal her away

his daughter is marrying her gay cousin (gay/bi solidarity)

his own cousin, rhaenys, the coolest person in the whole godsdamn realm, has come prepared with spreadsheets and an essay on 'healthy relationship dynamics and polyamory' for when her husband and cousins pull their respective heads out of their arses

he is dying and collapses and is the king

he lets a kingsguard knight beat up some poor twink for saying 'side-piece solidarity'

someone dies though, arguably, it's a westerosi wedding and his name was jeoffry, so he really was double-fucked.

the groom drowns his sorrows in alcohol at the ripe old age of seventeen and the bride hooks up with the hunk who saved her life instead (look. the groom and the new side-piece have an Understanding, okay? this one's better. he's not dornish)

[megalodonpussy]

Andrew Garfield calling himself middle aged at 38 is such a gay moment for him

[tbhimnoteasyonmyself]

If you watch Star Wars correctly, you'll understand that, in the end, Palpatine was just addicted to being a sugar daddy to men with trauma

[evafrechette]

I hope you're a plumber because you’ve got my pipe leaking

↠ seokjin x jungkook | smut | golddigger!jk, plumber!seokjin | 18+ | 3.8k

↠ Summary: Gold digger Jungkook is frustrated his decrepit husband can't give him good dick. Enter plumber Seokjin who is slightly oblivious to Jungkook's invitation for sex and just thinks the whole house has bad indoor plumbing if the constant calls to their office about a leaking pipe is to go by.

↠ Warnings: rimming, anal sex, creampie, cheating, butt plugs, size queen jk, bottom jk, top seokjin, loads of plumbing jokes, mario reference, spanking, anal play

↠ Written for the BTS Porn Cliche Fest ↠

Jungkook sighs as he plonks down onto the lush gold velvet Chesterfield sofa. His long blond hair falls into his eyes and he puffs it away dramatically. This wasn't how he pictured his life when he married one of the most powerful and rich men in the city. Jungkook thought it would be lavish cocktail parties, expensive cars, jet setting around the globe and attractive half naked pool boys. What he got was a grumpy elderly workaholic husband who forbids him from staying out late, a pool cleaner who looks like John Wayne Gacy and a husband who can't get his dick hard. At least he gets free reign of the black card!

He picks up the remote and points it towards the TV. The screen flicks on to loud moaning. It's a bondage scene - some skinny twink is tied up and a big burly leather clad man is thrusting into him at incredible speed. Jungkook yawns and changes the channel. He watched that one earlier in the day. He flicks unimpressively through various channels before deciding to turn the TV off. He's bored, SO bored. He hasn't had sex all week, he hasn't had GOOD sex in years. His husband needs help via a little blue pill to even get it up and since he has been too busy with a big case load at work recently Jungkook's been left to his own devices and he's starting to get antsy. Just then a brilliant idea pops into his head. A few weeks ago they had trouble with a clogged drain and the most beautiful man alive was sent to work on it. Jungkook remembers the way his broad shoulders strained under his work uniform, his big plush lips pouting as he concentrated, and those big feet. They were huge. Big feet, big cock as they say. And Jungkook was longing to find out if that was the case with the statuesque plumber. He rushes up the stairs, taking two steps at a time and flings himself into his husbands office. He skips over to the desk and throws open every drawer to find the address book containing the mystery plumbers number. "Ugh, where the hell has that old bastard put it..." Jungkook whines throwing important documents in the air. He continues searching drawers until he finds the book he was looking for. "Tada!! Okay, now to find his number." a giggle escapes his lips, Jungkook is euphoric. He knows his husband wouldn't be happy with his sinful plans, but that's what is making it all that much more tempting to him. Jungkook is being a little brat. He misses feeling like this. Married life has well and truly stifled his exuberance for life. He reaches over to the telephone on the desk and dials the number, but no one answers. He tries again and still no answer. He slams the receiver down and pouts, with his arms crossed in front of him. This is his punishment for thinking of fucking another man. Of course it would never happen, what was he even thinking? *ring ring* Jungkook eyes the phone suspiciously, has his husband somehow found out he's in his office and is ringing to yell at him? He quickly scans the room to spot any security cameras before picking up. "Hello yeah sorry I missed your calls, who is this?" "Who is this?" Jungkook enquired sceptically. "Uhh you rang me? Is this about a plumbing job?" Jungkook's eyes go wide, he's talking to handsome plumber, oh shit this is his chance. "Oh yes, sorry, Hi, yes we have a problem with the . .  . pipe, yeah the pipe under the sink. . um in the kitchen. There is water everywhere I don't know what to do.” "Okay, I'm actually not working tonight. . . " "OH NO PLEASE I need you . . uh I mean I need your help!" His eyes roll into the back of his head, he sounds like such an idiot right now. "Text me your address and I'll be there in about 40 minutes. This will be an after hours service so I have to charge more." "That's fine! That's okay, thank you so much." Jungkook hangs up and fist pumps the air then quickly sends his address to the man. His plan is in motion, now all he has to do is cause some damage.

He runs down the stairs and straight into the kitchen, his knee high socks helping him slide to the sink. He drops down onto his knees and throws the doors to the sink cupboard open. Jungkook knows absolutely nothing about plumbing, so he starts to unscrew whatever he can find. He stands back up and turns the faucet on then crouches back down to see if his wicked plan has worked. He can see a trickle of water escaping the pipe, but it's not enough so he unscrews it more. All of a sudden water is gushing everywhere. He thinks it's still not enough to have needed to call a plumber out (and he does have a flair for dramatics), so he grabs a bowl, fills it to the brim then splashes it all over the floor, he does it again this time splashing inside the cupboard. He stands back and takes a look at his handiwork. Not bad he thinks to himself. Jungkook runs to the laundry and grabs a few towels, placing them around the floor, to look as though he had attempted to clean the mess then scrampers his way to his bedroom to get ready. He removes his sweats and puts on a cute pair of pink panties, followed by an oversized hoody. He goes to head out the door when he stops and spins back around. He walks to his side of the wardrobe and brings out a purple box. Inside are a range of toys, but there is one in particular Jungkook is looking for. A black butt plug with a beautiful glistening pink gem. Before he puts the box away he grabs a bottle of lube and then makes his way to the bed to undress. He lubes up his fingers, reaches down and slowly inserts one inside himself, he pumps in and out a few times before adding another. He scissors his fingers, stretching himself out perfectly for the plug. He grabs the butt plug and slathers it with lube before pushing it into his pink hole. Jungkook let's out a small moan when it's in and pulls his panties back up. Just then he hears the door bell ring. Shit, has it been 40 minutes already?! He pops the lube into his hoody pocket, wipes his hands in the duvet cover then takes a quick look in the mirror, brushing down his long blond locks with his fingers before making his way down the stairs and towards the front door. Jungkook can feel his heart racing, he's starting to second guess himself now. What if Mr Plumber isn't even into guys? The doorbell rings again, so he takes a deep breath and opens the heavy front door. Jungkook looks around curiously, the man in front of him has a terrible fake moustache and is wearing some kind of costume. He's seen this costume before, but where exactly . . . oh that's right! "Uhhh, why are you dressed as Mario?" The taller man let's out a loud laugh before gesturing to be let in. Jungkook's cock is as confused as he is, but he steps aside allowing the man entrance. "I was at a fancy dress party when you rang. I didn't have time to get changed, is that okay? I mean, I am technically in a plumbers work uniform . . just not my own." Jungkook studies him. He's wearing a red shirt underneath blue overalls, white gloves, an oversized red hat and that hilarious fake moustache. He's such a beautiful man, that he even makes the costume look good. Jungkook never thought he'd ever get hard over someone wearing work overalls, but here he is, swelling up already. He coughs nervously, "No that's fine, sorry for calling on your day off but I just had no idea what to do, there is so much water everywhere." The plumber smiles "Which way to the leak?" Jungkook let's out a squeak and leads the man into the kitchen, he takes small deliberate steps, swishing his hips, looking back with an innocent smile. As they enter the plumber pops his toolbox down on the bench and crouches down to see the damage. "You know us plumbers always take our work very seriously. We plunge straight into it.” the laugh that follows is the cutest laugh Jungkook has ever heard, it reminds him of windshield wipers. He can't help but laugh at the cheesy joke. "I know a good plumbing joke." Jungkook exclaims. "Oh yeah? I'd love to hear it.” his attention now solely on Jungkook. "I once gave a

carpenter, plumber and a bricklayer a hand job at the same time. I guess you could call me a Jack off all trades." The plumbers ears go red immediately and he turns his attention back to the sink. Jungkook groans quietly, that didn't go down well. He thought it was a fantastic joke too, one of his best. He leans over the bench and absentmindedly twirls his hair in between his fingers. The man is truly irresistible, his shoulders are so incredibly wide, arms toned, and he has a fantastic ass in those overalls. "So what's your name anyway?" Jungkook murmurs. "I'm Seokjin, you can just call me Jin though. And you are?" "Jungkook..." "Is your dad home? I've been here a few times before." "My dad? Ooohh you mean my husband, umm no he's at work. . . late .  . again." Jungkook huffs and throws his arms down on the bench, his head follows until his torso is leaning completely on the bench top. In this position his hoody rides up showing off the pale pink of his underwear. Out of the corner of his eye he can see Jin peek before looking away. A smirk appears on Jungkook's face. "So tell me another joke! That was a good one before." Jin clears his throat "I knew a plumber that was working on the side to become an artist. Unfortunately, he couldn't find a faucet for his creativity." Jungkook let's out an over the top laugh which causes his ass to jiggle. That joke was incredibly lame, but clearly Jin is into this shit so he's gonna play it up. He slowly leans up from the bench and walks over to the fridge. "Would you like a drink?" "Water will be fine thanks, if you have it.” Jungkook reaches as far back into the fridge as he can, bent over in a way that isn't necessary, drinks are on the top shelf after all, but he wants to give the attractive man a little show. He walks over and holds out the bottle of water for Jin. When he grabs it their fingers touch gently causing one another to lock eyes. "Ya know, I've been doing this plumbing thing for years, I'm used to seeing all sorts of leaks. This one though is unusual.." "Hmm really? How?" Jin stands and places the bottle in the sink, he walks over to Jungkook and stands uncomfortably close to the blond. His breath warm against Jungkook's ear as he whispers. "Well I can tell someone got under that sink and loosened the locknut and coupling nuts and I'm thinking it may have been a certain someone parading around in hardly any clothes, showing off his pretty little ass at every chance." Jungkook's breath hitches in his throat, the man smells like beer and woody fig leaves and even with that ridiculous moustache on his face his entire aura right now is intimidating as fuck, and it's got Jungkook getting harder by the second. "Does your old man not treat his little boy toy right huh? I've seen you around whenever I've been called here for a job. Always checking me out, is that why you called tonight? To think I thought you just had really terrible plumbing here..." Jungkook can't even get any words out, so he just nods his head like some stupid dog toy you'd pop on the dash of your car. This causes Jin to laugh, his fingers tracing along Jungkook's jaw. He tilts the younger man's face up and smashes their lips together. The kiss is rushed and frenzied. Their teeth knock against each others and they are left panting, but it's perfect and Jungkook hasn't felt this alive in years. Jin's soft velvety lips brush against Jungkook's earlobe as he purrs "What do you want me to do?" "Whatever you want, please, anything." Jungkook tried to keep his voice steady, but it was no use, he was desperate to feel the attractive man inside him. "Anything?" Jin cocked his head to the side, a wicked smile planted on his face. "I want you up on the dining room table, on all fours," he clapped his hands together twice "Chop chop, let's do this. And take the panties off too.” Jungkook was too aroused to even question the strange request as he walked a little too eagerly through to the dining room. He quickly removed his panties then pulled back the dining room chair and used it to step up

onto the table. He got into position, his knees already aching a little as they dug into the wooden table top. He could feel the calloused hands of the plumber running over his soft ass, before a hard smack was heard echoing through the room. Jungkook yelped, not expecting to be spanked but it felt so fucking good, so he wiggled his ass in the air hoping Jin would get the hint and do it again. Jin got it alright, and gave Jungkook 5 hard smacks right across his left ass check. He could feel pre cum leaking from his hard cock pooling onto the table below and his face flushed red from embarrassment. He could feel Jin's hand on him again and braced himself for the next set of smacks, but instead his fingers lightly traced over the marks admiring his reddened handprint, slowly his fingers made their way to Jungkook's hole, where the plug was fully on display. He pushed on the gem causing Jungkook to let out a choked whimper. "Did you put this in just for me?" Jin queries as he slowly pulls out the plug before pushing back in, amazed at the way Jungkook's hole seemed perfectly made for the toy, stretching easily to fit around the the widest part and then sucking the rest in. "Y . . yes, for you." Jungkook gasped as Jin removed the toy completely leaving him feeling empty and open. He didn't have much time to get used to that feeling as Jin begin to kiss the back of his thighs, nipping and sucking sure to leave marks. His kisses trailed up to Jungkook's ass, lightly nibbling on each cheek. Jungkook was a mess already, panting and leaking pre cum, he so desperately wanted to reach between his legs and jerk himself off, but he wanted Jin to be the one to make him cum. Not his boring old, overly used hand. Jin spread Jungkook's ass cheeks apart and ran his tongue over his open hole. Jungkook's needy whining spurred him on, so he fucked his tongue deep into his ass. Jungkook was in ecstasy he'd never had anyone eat him out before. It was a feeling like nothing he had ever experienced, lost in the feeling he pushed his ass back onto Jin's mouth and begged the man go faster. Jin enthusiastically grabbed onto his ass and spread his cheeks even further apart as he added a finger beside his tongue, fucking Jungkook's ass in tandem. Jin removed his mouth from Jungkook's alluring hole, and continued to fuck him with his finger. "My mother always said you should eat every meal at the dining room table. And that was one of the best meals I've ever had." he casually removed his finger and watched as Jungkook's hole puckered open from the loss. He gave his ass a quick pat before standing back and getting undressed. Jungkook's knees were red and irritated from the pressure of being on the table, so he finally moved off his hands and knees and sat back on the table with his legs dangling over the side. His already big eyes went even wider when he saw the naked man in front of him. He was right, so fucking right. Jin was huge, massive, enormous, mammoth, super sized. It was the biggest fucking cock he had ever seen. "Why are you in plumbing? You should be in porn. Look at that thing!" Jungkook pointed directly at Jin's cock. A look of utter amazement on his face. "Why do you think plumbers and therapists make so much money?” "I have no idea?" He shook his head, blond hair flailing around his face. "Because no one else wants to deal with other peoples shit. Now lay back on the table for me will ya.” Jungkook didn't have to be asked twice, he pushed himself back and lay flat on the table, Jin sauntered over and pulled Jungkook down so they were flush with one another. Jungkook's entrance was shiny and wet from Jin's earlier tongue escapades, but he knew it might still not be enough, so he reached into his hoody and pulled out the lube. "Umm just in case." he shyly looked towards Jin who smiled affectionately and took the bottle from him. He squirted a generous amount over his hard cock and positioned himself against Jungkook's entrance. Jin pushed in slowly, allowing Jungkook time to adjust around his large size. He pulled out and

pushed back in again even slower this time, inch by inch stretching him out, making Jungkook feel so full he felt as though the room was spinning. Jungkook was speechless, he looked up at the exquisite man above him and decided he must have slipped on the wet kitchen floor, died and gone to heaven. He was being fucked by an angel with the biggest cock humanly possible. Trembling, shaky sobs left his chapped lips as the man thrust into him long and slow. Jungkook pushed down onto Jin to meet his thrusts hoping that the man would speed up a little, but Jin just grabbed onto his hips and held him down into place. He was truly at Jin's mercy. The two men were a sweaty, panting mess. The sound of their skin slapping against each other ricocheted around the dining room. Jin lifted Jungkook's right leg and hooked his foot over his shoulder. A bolt of heat shocked Jungkook's insides as Jin's cock hit his prostate over and over again with every thrust. "Oohh fuck, I'm gonna come." he cried out. Jin picked up the pace as his large hand curled around Jungkook's swollen cock, pumping him in time with his own thrusts. Jungkook's sensations were heightened the minute that tough-skinned fingers were being drawn up and down his length. He felt his balls tightening and knew that just a few more thrusts would be all it would take to reach his release. He closed his eyes tightly and let out a drawn-out needy moan as his cock pulsated in Jin's hand, spurts of his hot cum landing on his stomach and all over Jin's tight grip. Jin stopped his movement and allowed the younger man to come down from his high before he started to thrust even harder inside Jungkook's tight ass. Jungkook was oversensitive, his ass tightening with every twitch of Jin's cock inside of him. Jin didn't hold back though, thrusting hard and deep inside of him. "Ahhh fuck, you feel so fucking good, so tight on my cock." Jin grunts between thrusts. Jungkook's whines were stirring him on towards his own release. Jin grits his teeth and sweat drips down his forehead as he finally comes inside Jungkook's tight hole. He is absolutely spent and leans down to kiss the blond. Their kiss is weak and slow, but incredibly sensual. Their sweaty forheads bump which causes a giggle from both men. "Eww you're sweating on me.” Jungkook pouts. "Wow, you're worried about that? I just came in your ass! Speaking of . . " Jin reaches over Jungkook's head and grabs the butt plug, he slowly removes his sizable cock from the blonds ass and teases the plug around Jungkook's hole, watching as it flutters open and his cum start to freely drip out. He pushes the plug in easily, trapping his cum inside. "Since you clearly wanted me inside you for a while now, you can enjoy my cum in your ass when I'm gone." he playfully winks at Jungkook.

The two men get dressed, casting each other looks of utter fondness. They walk back into the kitchen and grab their long abandoned bottles of water. Jungkook gulps his down, not realising just how thirsty he was. He forgot that good sex can wear your ass out. What a workout, why would anyone go to a gym when you could just fuck instead? A noise from the foyer startles them both, it's the sound of the front door being opened and closed. Jin grabs his toolbox and looks at Jungkook nervously, the blond smiles sweetly at the plumber and whispers "Just follow my lead"

An older man with a full head of grey hair, deep wrinkles, glasses sitting atop of his wide nose and wearing an over sized suit ploddingly makes his way into the room. "Oh honey, it's so nice to see you I thought you'd be at work all night?" Jungkook says as he kisses his husband on the cheek. "Mm yes well, I got as much done as I could tonight. Did we have trouble with the plumbing again? Why is Mr Kim here . . dressed like that?" "Yes sir, sorry I was at a dress up party and didn't have time to change. Your kitchen sink had a leak. It was an easy fix though, took only 10 minutes or so. I'll email through an invoice first thing on Monday morning.... Okay, I better go now." he tensely glances in Jungkook's direction. "Let me walk you out." he smiles back sweetly. When they reach the door Jungkook looks back to make sure he's not being watched by his doddering husband before he leans in and kisses Jin chastely on the cheek. "We should do this again next weekend, maybe the pipes in the pool house will unexpectedly play up hmm?" Jin flashes him a ravishing smile and winks at him as he exits the mansion. Jungkook watches Jin's enticing firm ass walk back to his car and feels the stirring of butterflies in his belly. He's starting to get feelings for a plumber with a terrible sense of humor but with a cock so large it should be illegal. He chuckles to himself as he closes the door, his entire night could be the storyline of some cheesy C grade porno film. But he can't wait to experience it all over again next weekend.

[transhitman]

Nadakhan: what is your first wish

Me: I WISH YOU HAD BRITISH TEETH FOREVER. I WISH YOU WERE A DECREPIT OLD TWINK FOREVER. AND I WISH YOU HAD ERECTILE DYSFUNCTION FOREVER.

Nadakhan:

[sasorikigai]

so mister scorpion, apparently that green spectre you met thinks shang tsung is a twink and i think he might snap the sorcerer in half.

Random Inbox Shenanigan || anonymous, mention of @splatterlewis || always accepting! 

▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 || The spectre finds already indistinctive lines of his past and future blurring and distorting, as he recalls numerous graves marked with stone and a breathing, living person with trembling, old hands and soft exasperated, fond expression who twirled and who danced and used to love. He vaguely remembers the blissful, effulgent life itself - but his heart is no longer beating with fevered flames, but gone silent and cold. A hard stone that has been charred and blackened over, which doesn’t have anything, but a name craved on it. Because of that serpentine, wicked sorcerer, he holds promises that had been lost in the fleeting grasp of his fists. For Shang Tsung is the epitome of cunning and decadence - soul-extracting snake who has committed multitudes of atrocities. 

Everything Hanzo Hasashi has known had been long swallowed in the tumultuous storm of life - the torrential seas of turning time, growing up and the world changing too fast for the seemingly eons of years gone amiss and wasted. “Serving Netherrealm and fighting against the realm of my origin had been dishonorable enough for my heart and soul, but I could never forgive myself for plunging my kunai deep into his throat and having my way with him in scorching hellfire still haunts my conscience,” his distorted, scorched baritone is saturated with remorse and brimming wrath. It is a bitter pill he will constantly swallow, as Scorpion did flush his dreams without ever taking advantage of his unexpected turn of events, as he sought complete freedom. 

As long as the soul-siphoning and devouring sorcerer lived, Scorpion will continue to carousel between self-condemnation and loathing. The volume of his abomination so great and deafening that it begs for him to do something much worse than simply snap him in half. “I would want to watch him suffer in exsanguination, as I will de-spine him from his mortal flesh, then to liberate every consumed soul in order to watch the smug face of his deteriorate and grow decrepit. He will face the rot and decay which he brought the realms, as he will agonize in inexorable pain for eternity.” ▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 || 

[leqclerc]

hello, fancam anon here! i'm an uncultured swine who refers to every edit as fancam sfdhdskghkl i'm sorry queen. but anyway i wholeheartedly agree, we don't have time to be divisive!!! we gotta make the most of the time we've got left! that's why people who love both Seb AND Charles are the best people imo. lol. and that last gifset was *chef's kiss*. so excited for 12 days of Sebchal, it's THE new christmas for us deprived people! cheers! ❤

Aww, it’s okay, I’m not mad, it sometimes just hits me how old and decrepit I am, lmao asndjfkg

I mean, right? That’s some galaxy brain. I adore both of these boys so much? Which is why the Ferrari situation was ideal. It’s gonna be a bit harder moving forward and unfortunately I’m going to unwillingly have to remain in the clown camp for as long as Charles is there because I am, unfortunately, emotionally invested in this ridiculous twink 😔✌🏻

Thank you 🥺💕 I literally just threw it together this afternoon, based on a few similar concepts I’ve seen floating around. I’m glad you like it! Tbh I’m proud of the way it turned out, even if it’s not perfect and I can already see some issues with it that I didn’t notice before posting but oh well. Day 3 of 12 Days of Sebchal is done! <3 I’m trying to mix up the media types too so, like, we’ve had gifsets and we’ve had a fanvid so far, I’m aiming to have a fanmix and a fic somewhere in there too. 

I have this very big, very ambitious gifset planned for the finale but idk if it’s going to work. It might just kill me or my graphics card. Or both. We’ll see. ahsjdj

[dl-incorrect-quotes]

Demise: you decrepit old twink!

Oni: you ancient bottom!

[toastcryptid]

Tfp Starscream is a decrepit old twink past his prime