#gummy is just not the fucking word bro

[eclipseshotel]

You know, I’m pretty tolerant for the most part, but the moment I read “gummy walls” in a fic or hc I mentally check out…

[shomixremix]

AT MERCY OF THE SAVIOURS

this is basically just gangfucking my team in genshin. but i do have one hot team, at least!

and thank you all sm for 100 followers!! this is like a little special for that occasion hehe

tags: zhongli, itto, alhaitham, wriothesley, female! reader, smut, gangbanging, blowjob, rough sex, creampie

-> listen. i do not know how or why the ex-geo archon turned businessman, a feral demon from inazuma who says fuck you to the authorities, a badass scholar from sumeru who's done with everyone and the count of criminals from fontaine would ever be in a same place let alone doing the same thing, yet here they are, gang-fucking the reader.

(can you imagine how much smuttier this will get once i pull for neuvillette)

reqs open ♡︎ | minors DNI

"mhh, fuck, so good, doll.." wriothesley grunted as he fucked you from the back, pounding into you with a steady pace. his thick fingers squeezed your meaty hips, sternly holding you in place. his thick cock was entering, no, abusing your greedy hole, each time making sure you could feel every single one of his inches dragging harshly against your plushy walls.

you tried to moan, scream, make any sound from how good he felt - but you couldn't, not with zhongli's dick so deep in your throat.

"yes..." the ex-archon sighed, a couple of beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. "you feel otherworldly, my dear. keep on sucking like that for me, hm?"

his words thick with praise made your pussy throb and clench around the man dicking you down, your legs and arms quivering. propped up only on your hands and knees, ass met with wriothesley's balls every time he thrusted in and mouth wrapped entirely on zhongli's shaft, you weren't sure if you even had the strength to hold yourself up any more.

you were cockdrunk from the way you could feel zhongli's tip repeatedly hitting the back of your throat, your numerous moans sending vibrations through his length so deliciously. even though your mouth was entirely filled with him, you still managed to whine and whimper, a little bit of drool dripping from your mouth.

"mmpphh, zhongli! z-zhongli!!"

in the process of focusing on giving the dragon adeptus the best head of his entire immortal life, you didn't realize you were neglecting your other lover, the one who was bullying your gummy g-spot with every trust and making you cream around him for the nth time. and the duke of criminals was having none of that.

"i'm glad you think at least one of us is doing a good job at satisfying you, slut" he almost growled out a sarcastic comment, rubbing the soft cheeks of your milky ass. suddenly, he slapped it hard, bottoming out in you with a loud smack! and picking up his pace.

"hey, don't- ahh, fuck, don't talk to her like that! she's s' pretty, yeah, such a pretty girl... needs that perfect ass grabbed and fucked full, not hurt, yeah? you understand what i'm sayin', right, bro?" a familiar voice joined in on the conversation, his loud voice coming out in breathless pants as he warned wriothesley. even though you couldn't see him, you knew that the oni was watching you get fucked by these two men, roughly jerking his monster cock.

"shut it, itto" another voice chimed in, scolding the large demon. "she can take it. she's tougher than she looks; don't let those puppy-like eyes deceive you. it wouldn't even surprise me if this was what she wanted all along: to be spanked and punished as she begs for more. not to even mention the way there's four of us here and she's only paying her sweet attention to just one... i believe that behavior is suitable for a good punishment."

ahh, the all too familiar voice of the fourth man sitting beside the oni, a long cock in the scholar's hand as he slowly stroked himself to the sight of you being fucked out by the others. you whined around zhongli from how rough they were treating you, feeling a little bit guilty for neglecting wrio and putting all of your attention on the geo archon.

"they might be right, love" zhongli hums as he fucks your mouth, immensely enjoying how you take all of him in your throat so eagerly.

"you have been beyond good for me, darling, but i think it's time we let someone else take their turn, hm? i have already had my fun with you, i believe it is time i let our friend, mister wriothesley, gain your full attention... what do you think, dear?"

all you could do was let out a whine around his tip, displeased that you'll have to say goodbye to his warmth and his rock-hard cock that so nicely filled your mouth... on the other hand, you felt guilty and ashamed for neglecting wriothesley, who jealously and feverishly thrusted into you, staying quiet.

"oh, don't be like that, love... one more, and you're all mister wriothesley's. do you understand?" even though his tone made your head fuzzy, you knew damn well that was an order, a warning of some sort. you nod eagerly, sucking at his sensitive veins as you feel how the fontainian man fucks you eagerly.

"she's close, shit!" wrio hums to the rest of them, talking about you as if you weren't even there. "just finish on her face and mouth already so i can give her what she needs."

something about the thought of another spilling all of himself over your pretty face and in your plump mouth made itto's cock twitch in his hands. archons, how that thought brought feelings of jealousy mixed with excitement…

"very well" regarded zhongli, holding the back of your head as he thrusted hard in your mouth. you gave it your best to give him pleasure, gently swirling your tounge around all his most sensitive spots and relaxing the tense muscles of your throat. as soon as you relaxed and let him thrust a little deeper, zhongli groaned out your name and released his hot pleasure in your mouth. you couldn't help but eagerly gulp down everything he gave you, a little bit of it spilling from the corners of your plump lips.

you released him from your mouth with a pop! and he petted you hair, looking down at you with nothing but adoration in his tourmaline eyes.

"there. so well-behaved for me." zhongli praised through a hum, soothing your cheek gently with his thumb. his head slightly raised, now turned to the man still balls-deep inside your cushy cunt.

"she's all yours, mister wriothesley." the dark-haired man hums in acknowledgement, quickly changing your position and tossing you on your back. your hands fly to his head, gently holding him between your palms.

"mmphh, wrio.." you moan softly, your fingers gently dancing through his thick, black strands.

"oh, so now you know how to moan my name, doll?"

your hips buck up to his eagerly, begging for more movement. you were just on the very brink of your peak, sososo unbelievably close-

"need something?" he asks, completely still inside you. you nod feverishly, blabbing and moaning as you look up at his pretty, simply hypnotic eyes.

"mhm!! need to come, please wrio, need to come so bad-!"

he smirks and it's mischievous yet alluring, and it stirs something deep within you - almost a fear that he will not give you what you oh so desperately want.

"work for it, then." he simply says, in one swift motion turning you around so that you were on top, seated snuggly on his painfully hard dick.

your eyes widen as he manhandles you into a cowgirl position, his hands still bruising your hips.

"noooo" you whine, unhappy that you'll have to do all the work as he simply gets to lay back and enjoy!

"please! i can't, i don't want to, i want- mph, i just want- ohh!" you whined and begged but to no avail. his rough palms once again met your ass, giving it a spank. it hurt, but the sting of it felt so good.

"the only way you're getting anything is to do as i say, doll. now, why don't you move those pretty hips if you wanna come so badly?"

another spank, making you hiss out in pain. the demon sitting across from the both of you immediately reacted, unsure whether he could take any more of looking at you being hurt for wrio’s and alhaitham's selfish pleasure.

"hey, hey, dude! don't be sucha' asshole! i told ya', she needs to be loved on more, yeah? yeahhh, look at that pretty, fucked out face! like yeah, sure, she's bein' just a tiny bit bratty, but c'mon, other ways to solve that exist, bro! i mean, how can you deny when a woman as gorgeous and sexy as her begs you to make her cum?! simple answer - ya’ don’t! you do as she says! every idiot knows that!"

you blush at the oni's words, a warmth wrapping around you. he was so sweet, and the sight of his big palm roughly squeezing his impossibly large dick was even sweeter.

"let him do what he wishes, itto" alhaitham snarls, gently stroking himself, in contrast with his demon friend whose hand was moving up and down his shaft fast. "I understand that she’s your girlfriend, but she's on his lap, after all"

the oni grunted in defeated, mumbling something about how "it wasn't fair that it wasn't his turn yet" and "girls like you can't be treated so harshly" as he sat back down. with zhongli leaving for the baths to properly clean his skin of mixed slick, there were only three of them fucking you now. which meant itto could get his hands on you all the faster.

meanwhile, you start grinding yourself on wrio's lap, desperately trying to bounce on his cock but you can't. you're so close to your high that your pussy is greedily squeezing wrio in, and his impossible girth mixed with your neediness isn't letting you move at all. in attempt to get any pleasure, you start moving in circles, clamping down on him with every move.

"holy fuck..." wriothesley sighs, throwing his head back. the way your cunt spasmed around him made him just a little closer to his release, and his hips started bucking into yours. archons, he needed to finish so badly...

three more bucks into you and he came, shutting his eyes tight and letting all of his cum release into your more than willing womb. that put you over the edge, falling on him from exhaustion.

you couldn't even rest for a second more, a pair of arms not belonging to the duke of criminals pulling you off his body.

"that's enough" the scribe announced as he pulled your still-sensitive body in his hold, "it's my turn with her".

"fuck off!" wrio cussed at his friend, grabbing a hold of you. "who said i was done?"

"when did i ask if you were done?" alhaitham commented, snatching you away from the fontainian's arms. itto tried to resolve things:

"hey, hey, dudes, let's not fight, yeah? no need to! we'll just let her decide, alright?" the two men fighting over you grumbled to themselves in a displeased manner, but ultimately agreed that it was fair and right for you to decide.

"so, whaddya' say, baby? who do you want in between those pretty, sexy legs?"

you thought for a moment, looking between the three men, all impossibly hard and longing for you.

"it's 'haitham's turn..." you say quietly, earning a big smirk from the sumeru man. he pulls you to him, rather excited that he was the one you chose.

"but" you announce as you're pulled in alhaithams arms, "it's not fair to the rest of you guys..." itto's patience ran thin as he sat back down, angrily fucking his fist in quick, desperate motions. why’d he ever have to allow his friends to fuck you like this?

"fuck, love bug, fine... 'ts okay, i'll..." he had to gulp down his spit to be able to say this, unsure if he was even correctly hearing the words that were coming out of his mouth.

"i'll let them do ya', sweets. a deal’s a deal"

when itto made that stupid bet with his more-than-willing friends and put a night with you on the line, he certainly didn’t expect that he’d be the one sitting it out. he was your boyfriend, for Inazuma’s sake, he should be the one buried in you, not the one jerking off the entire night because he can’t get to you!

even though it was ripping his heart apart, itto thought it was right to ignore his selfish needs and let the two of them go first. you were their prize, after all, and arataki itto was nothing if not an honest man who kept his word. that was one of the qualities he had promised grandma oni to keep, and he certainly wasn’t letting up now.

"but itto... that's so unfair to you.. i can see that you're hurting pretty bad..."

his dick was weeping for your attention. somehow, no matter how hard he tried, jerking off didn't go anywhere, always leading him to a place of very precum-sticky hands and no orgasms.

still, he brushed it off, waving his hand in a shoo-ing manner.

"no sweat, baby. i can wait a lil' longer, yeah? you just say there and be good for my pals, hm? hey, i tried to stop 'em, but if you go overboard they are really gonna punish you, baby, and they won't be as nice as me!"

oh, nobody was as nice as him. his words laced with adoration for your body, desperation for your warmth and thirst for your touch drove you insane. no matter how much you'd like having two gorgeous men as alhaitham and wrio fucking you, your mind still couldn't get over the fact that this sweet demon just went against all of his primal urges, just so you'd be able to be with who you want for the night and so his friends get completely satisfied.

"and what if she can't go on after this, itto? i stopped counting her orgasms after six, and she has come quite a few times since then..." alhaitham asked, worried for his demon friend and the fact that he might be left with blue balls and an excruciatingly painful dick.

itto growled low, shutting his eyes. fuck, this whole situation was unfair and it hurt. both physically and emotionally. itto was the one who wanted you the most, who loved you the most, why'd he have to suffer with not getting you at all?!

"if her pretty pussy really can't take any more after us, she'll be good and help arataki at least with some nice head, yeah?" you nodd feverishly at wrio’s question. you'd do anything to help your generous and selfless boyfriend feel good.

thirty minutes later, your legs were far apart, making enough space for the two men to both fuck your greedy whole.

"shit! so tight, fuck!" the scribe's and wrio's moans about how good you felt certainly felt like salt in the wound for arataki. he sat a little from you with a pout on his face, his slowly-softening dick laid in his palm as he watched you take the two of them, at the same time.

"hah-ah! mphhr.. itto..? why don't you- ah! mmm, wrio! tham! why don't you help yourself, at least a little bit? ooh~" you asked through a wrecked moan, feeling immensely guilty for leaving your love hanging.

"i'm good, baby" he muttered, a displeased look on his face, "can't come if it's not in you, anyway"

those words shoot you right through the heart, melting your insides completely and you come hard, milking the two men inside you. they both quickly follow your lead, spurting ropes of white inside you and stuffing you fully.

the two of them removed themselves from your body, leaving you shivering and full, spread out on the bed. Itto noticed your fucked-out expression, chuckling to himself.

“hah, feels good, doesn’t it, sweets? did ya’ say thanks to my pals for fillin’ you up, hm?”

you turn your head over to where alhaitham and wriothesley rested, giving them a soft smile. you mouth a meek “thank you”, too tired to even speak.

“let’s get ya’ all cleaned up-” your boyfriend starts to get up to go to the bathroom, yet your words make him stop instantly.

“itto” you moan, as if there was nothing else for you in this world but him, “i-itto”

he turns around to look at you, an amused and a little shocked smile on his face. “that’s me, love bug, the one and oni! whatdya need?”

you look at him through your thick eyelashes, a gleam of lust in your eyes. 

“need you” you whimper, “really really really need you”

with those words, he’s immediately on you, nestling himself between your plushy thighs.

“awwww, there’s my pretty girl!” he exclaims excitedly, his palms on each side of your head as he presses kisses all over you. “i’m here, baby, i’m here. i gotcha.”

oh, no matter how good any of his friends felt, itto will forever be your favorite. not only because intercourse with him is pure love-making, filled with adoration and love you have for each other, but also because itto fucked like the big, beefy demon he is - rough and fast.

“ohhh… itto-oh..” you moaned as he slowly eased his tip inside your gaping hole, trying not to be overly rough right out of the gate - but he can’t, there’s no way after he’s been edging himself for hours. his hips snap into yours and he bottoms out in you, making you scream out in ecstasy.

you were amused by it all, really. just ten minutes ago you were taking two above-average cocks inside and doing just fine, and now you’re struggling to take your boyfriend’s cock? itto laughed at how you struggled, soothing your sides gently.

“aww, sweets, still so tight? three dicks haven’t loosened you f’ me, baby?” you whine in embarrassment, arms locking around your boyfriend’s large neck. your pussy pulsated and spasmed around him, sore muscles trying to accommodate his enormous size.

he started moving slightly, rocking into you with gentleness and warmth. itto pressed loving, eager kisses trailing all the way from your eyelids to your collarbone, trying to get you to rest and enjoy after hours worth of rough sex. 

three minutes of him moving and you were already seeing stars. Itto was so big, so thick and deliciously long, that just his shallow thrusts could hit all the right spots in you. he hissed as you clamped down on him again:

“shit, love bug, easy there, baby! already milking me, fuck! don’t ya’ do that, sweets, or i won’t be able to control myself, ‘kay?”

he groaned into your ear, warming you with the weight of his large, warm body on top of yours. even though he warned you not to, you couldn’t help but tighten on him and whimper for more. his thrusts changed their pace from slow and loving to erratic and careless, fucking into you like all he wanted was to breed you full.

“ahhh… mhh.. none of them could fill ya’ like i can, baby… yeah? and none of them could make you feel good, hm? this pretty little cunt needs me to fill her up, yeah? breed her nice and good, like no one ever before, right? mphh.. like no one ever will.. mine, sweets, all of this is just f’ me..” he groaned into your ear as he fucked you, his big palms sliding down to your ass and giving you a light squeeze.

suddenly, you clamp down on him hard, making him lose his composure. his hips stutter and his eyes roll to the back of his head as he finally reaches his high after a whole evening of torture, burying himself as far deep as possible and draining those pretty balls inside you. it felt so good - and you knew it did, by the small tears of pleasure in the corners of his eyes.

he stuffed you so full that you were sure it would make your stomach bulge, it had to! your boyfriend fell on you once he came, nuzzling his face in your skin. after a few minutes of deep breaths and cuddling, itto sat up:

“wanna go get cleaned, love bug? I dunno about you, but I wouldn’t wanna sleep bein’ this sticky!”

you smirk mischievously, putting a gentle hand on his meaty, exposed tigh. instead of getting up like he had asked, you slide down to your knees, in between his legs.

“what… what are you doing, baby?”

you paw at his cock once again, beginning to harden in your hand once again.

“mh… wanna say sorry for makin’ you wait, itto… wanna be good…”

and good you were, giving him all the attention he missed earlier that evening.

[brights-place]

Jkj(kjhvhgivivgz I LOVE YOUR WRITING can I request Brozone with a tall muscular fem reader who is a complete sub! bottom? I mean when the bros try to take their relationship further the reader freezes and tries to say something but is too nervous like a shy high school girl.

Have a nice/day and stay healthy!

Brozone with an SUB! S/O

Pairing: Brozone X S/O (Seperate)

Warnings: MDNI, NSFW, Smut headcannons, light cursing

A/N: Lovely I've been so tired and i'm staying healthy thank you for worrying about me! Anyways this is for you until I can finish the other requests I have which are too many! I love you all(づ ᴗ _ᴗ)づ♡

John Dory/JD

- when he held your waist dominating you in bed while his hands slowly touched and caress your skin

- Your small noises and your doe eyes looking up at him made him know you were begging him to fuck you

- When he praises you while your riding him and blushing an deep red on your face as he whispered the praises in your ear as you move faster and kiss him lovingly

- John Dory would love when he praises you how you go faster and plan to pleasure him more to get more praises and affection from him - he always is biting hard and leaving hickeys as he grips onto your waist and thighs a bunch of times, whispering praises and degrading words against your ear - LOVESSS hickeys on his neck and he'll happily wear them and preen when you press a soft kiss to them when you're jealous.

- When it's jealousy sex, angry sex, or sex in general, the bed will be creaking, Rhonda will be shaking, and anyone who happen to walk by the armadillo-bus will know exactly what's going on

- when your done he’s make sure to clean you up very well and continue to praise how good you were which made you even more red and giggle

- You two obviously cuddle as he holds you tight while you nuzzle into his shoulder tiredly

Spruce/Bruce

- Time for the flavored part that you horny lovers want Neheheheheh

- When he praised you in bed he couldn't help but smirk when you let out an moan and looked up at him with teary eyes

- I mean he’s enjoy it so much

- a breeding kink and praise kink? OHOHO This man loves it

- Loves how he makes you whine after you kept trying to fight back for dominance but failing and you end up hiccuping in pleasure

- Overstimulates you so much - He knows how to use his mouth, hands, and tail to make his partner scream literally holds you down with his tail - He's a attentive lover, nd will cherish everything about your lovemaking, and make sure you're okay. - would chuckle at how you’d thank him for making you feel so good and being lovely while his cock touching the back back of your throat grabbing your hair while praising how your doing so well sucking him off

- Literally loves having him inside your gummy walls that milk his cock dry and or in your mouth sucking him off either one he enjoys

- When done he makes sure to give you as much affection needed like always and would kiss your face praising you.

Clay

- He could be rough some days and soft on others it depends how you act but he loves how soft and quite you are when your in the mood he loves how you kept touching him groaning and whining about wanting him

- When you two were doing the deed he grabbed you by your hair lifting you up as your head was stuffed into an pillow hands gripping onto the sheets your back arched

- He teases you when you are doing the deed together.

- he make sure to cover your mouth

- Clay got his hands on your hips just looking up at you taking in the way you move. how your stomach jiggles and your thighs are slightly shaking, how you're out of breath and how loud you're moaning.

- loves taking you from behind in front of mirrors. He loves watching how your facial expressions change as he pleasures you.

- He praises you for your noises and being able to go through the punishments and rewards he was giving you for being good for the day

- When he praises you he enjoyed how you shivered at his touch as his hands stroked your sides before making you switch positions so he could hear the noises past your lips much clearer

- He enjoyed your panting and your eyes rolling back while you clinged to him

- biting hard and leaving hickeys as he grips onto your waist and thighs a bunch of times, whispering praises and degrading words against your ear

- Teases you he would just slowly thrust in and out of you or tease the tip of your member as you beg for him for more and cling to him sobbing

- would chuckle at how you’d thank him for making you feel so good and being lovely

- Uses overstimulation as punishment will force orgasm after orgasm until you are crying, begging for him to stop obviously you still wanna continue it though.

- Loved how he made you switch up so fast from being an bratty sassy troll to an drooling submissive person with how easily he man handles you

- Amazing at aftercare and make sure you feel special

- when done you with your Uhm… Stuff he would go clean you up and change you to your PJs and would go clean himself after

- You two would lay in your shared bed while watching tv together.

Floyd

- He’s such an nice sweet and caring lover but sometimes he is FREAKKYYY

- Literally whimpers at how he’d continue to make you feel every inch of him inside you stuffing you with his cum and how he notices when you'd beg.

- Even if he is doming you, you're still in some sort of control albeit riding him or being a power bottom.

- When doming he loves to be sensual; praise you, kiss you and touch you all over.

- Floyds also likes to be praised when he subs, wants to know how much you love every part of him.

- Prefers to give oral rather than receive it so he likes eating you out or sucking you off whenever he can

- When he dominates more he enjoyed how you grip onto him crying and thanking him. He enjoyed your panting and your eyes rolling back while you clinged to him

- would chuckle at how you’d thank him for making you feel so good and being lovely

- when done you with your Uhm… Stuff he would go clean you up and change you to your PJs and would go clean himself after

- You two soon talk about random things sometimes plan and see when you two are free to go on an date

Branch

- This man you cannot tell me is a switch but leans more into the dominant side of things!

- When doing the deed he'd make sure your comfy while letting himself slam in and out of you repeatdly

- When he grunts and whispers praises in your ear he enjoys how you become louder and you drool on the sheets of the bed while whining

- Loves when you start using that strap on/cock ring or your thighs, being pulled closer when they go down on you, you taking control, just you in general - He loves it and loves how you get aall whiny - He loves teasing you in public, making suggestive comments in his ear while his brothers' and friends are around and you can't do nothing but try to make the blush go away

- You being an sub makes him snicker loving to see the way your face lights up or turns red when he’s dicking you down grabbing the back of your hair tugging it

- When finishing doing the deed he's amazing in after care. Would say how amazing you did while cleaning you up

- he stayed by your side giving you all of the peace and comfort he could give you after doing the deed

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[sh4wty18]

Jake webber x reader where he says that we’re

Dating him on stream if that makes sense 💕

aww this is so cute, i hope you enjoy <3

girlfriend.

pairing: jake webber x reader

summary: jake unexpectedly reveals your relationship on stream.

cw: fluff, language

word count: 1.6k + edited

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You laid in Jake’s bed, snuggled inside his mountain of pillows and blankets, scrolling mindlessly through twitter while his stream played on your laptop in the background. You had made a point of trying to watch his streams as often as possible, even when you were waiting in his bed for him. To you, it felt like a way to get closer to him– and support him, of course. You had been together for around six months at this point, and you still weren’t public. 

You had been friends with Jake for a couple months before you started dating, so people had seen you in some of his videos, or in public together. But when you guys started dating, Jake had been the one to lean toward keeping the relationship private. Since his last relationship and breakup had been so public, you understood why. He wanted to protect you from the immediate, overwhelming fame that would come with publicly dating him for as long as possible. You had already gained around ten thousand followers on instagram, just from people knowing you were friends with him and Johnnie. If you went public, the increase in attention would spike even more drastically. You had tried to comfort him by telling him you could handle it, you even thought it could be fun, but he was still nervous. He just really didn’t want to see you get hurt.

Obviously you respected his choice, you loved him and the only thing that mattered to you was being with him, publicly or not. But sometimes you wished it could be a “normal” relationship. Sure, social media’s fake and none of it matters, but when you see your friends posting with their partners, flaunting their love for each other, and know you can’t, you feel a spike of jealousy drive through your heart. He couldn’t even comment on your instagram posts like couples usually do. Commenting would cause speculation, and speculation would lead to people trying to find you two in public and post pictures or videos– and people were already speculating. Any time you were featured in one of his videos, hundreds of people would comment about the looks you had exchanged, or how you were flirting. 

So now you had to be sneaky about when and where you hung out, and who was around. It was hard, you didn’t like having to hide your relationship from nearly everybody– aside from your closest friends– but you were both so in love you’d do whatever it took to be together. Jake had promised that one day he would go public with you, he just wasn’t sure when. You had told him time and time again that it doesn’t matter to you if you’re public, you just want him. He could see right through that lie, of course. He knew you too well. 

This afternoon, Jake was in his car trying new candies from 7/11, as requested by his viewers in an instagram poll. You glanced up from your phone every couple of minutes to admire your boyfriend’s face through the screen. He was wearing pajamas, his hair was unkempt and he looked a little tired, but he still looked good. Then again, he always looked good in your eyes. 

You smile at your laptop as he dramatically gags at whatever candy he was tasting, “Ewwww… ewwwwww!! What the fuck, bro?? Whoever suggested that is insane ‘cause that tasted like fuckin’ horse dick dude!!” You chuckle and roll your eyes, he was so immature. It was something you loved about him, that he knew how to bring out your more laid-back, extroverted side. He could make you laugh harder than anyone, and his goofy, immature sense of humor was the perfect balance to your dry, sarcastic humor. 

He holds another candy up to the camera, it's some type of chocolate bar with gummy worms inside of it. He unwraps it and takes a bite. He doesn’t look too sure at first but after he chews a few more times his face lights up, “You know who would love this candy?” he asks, reading the chat replies for a couple seconds before continuing, “My girlfriend.”

Your heart rate jumps and you sit up, grabbing the laptop and pulling it onto your lap. He’s smiling at the camera, blushing slightly. The chat is going insane:

user1: OMFG WHAT??

user2: girlfriend??? im sorry i think i missed a chapter 😭😭

user3: I BET ITS Y/N OMG

user4: it’s DEF y/n… they’ve been hanging out SO MUCH recently🤭

user5: JAKE YOU AND Y/N WOULD BE SO CUTE TOGETHER I HOPE ITS HER🥰

Jake picks up his phone and begins tapping, as your phone lights up with his name on the screen, and you pick up. “Hey babe,” he says, leaving the phone off speaker, so the viewers can’t hear your voice.

“Hey, what’s up?” you respond, trying to sound as normal as possible, as if your heart isn’t about to leap out of your chest. You couldn’t believe he’d done it. 

“I’m trying these 7/11 candies and I just tried this chocolate with gummy worms in it and I think you’d like it. You wanna try it?”

“Sure! I’m coming out right now, be there in a sec,” you say, practically twitching with excitement.

“‘Kay!” Jake says, and hangs up, as you throw yourself out of the pillow and blanket fort you’ve been laying in for the last hour, and start walking outside. 

“She’s coming to try it guys,” you hear his voice echo from your laptop as you jog down the hallway.

You slide into the passenger side of Jake’s car, and he gazes at you longingly, giving you a soft smile. “I was just telling chat how my girlfriend would love this candy, and I knew I had to get you out here,” he says.

“Well I guess you’re lucky I was already at your house, huh,” you smile back at him, leaning your elbow against the center console and tilting your head towards his. He does the same and closes the gap between your faces in a quick kiss, before handing you the chocolate bar.

Before you can take a bite, Jake giggles, “Look, they’re freaking the fuck out.” 

You pause to read the chat as well and there are so many comments that you can barely read anything. You manage to make out:

user6: I FUCKING KNEW IT

user7: ITS Y/N ITS Y/N WE WERE RIGHT ALL ALONG

user8: theyre so cute awwwwww

user9: i want what they have omg😭😭😭

You giggle with him, and say, “I think I’m freak-out worthy.” 

“Oh you’re definitely freak-out worthy, y/n,” he says matter-of-factly.

You finally take a bite of the chocolate bar and chew. After swallowing, you lift the bar up to the camera, “Go buy this right fucking now.”

“You like it, babe?” Jake asks.

“I fucking love it!”

“I knew it!” Jake says proudly.

“You know me well,” you say through a big grin.

“I mean…I would hope so, at this point, y/n,” he teases.

You laugh and lick your lips, “Do I have chocolate on my face?”

He takes more than a few seconds to respond, clearly using this as an opportunity to admire every inch of your face, rather than search for melted chocolate. Finally, he says, “No you’re good. You look stunning as usual.” 

“Shut up,” you blush, swatting at his bicep.

He grins and asks, “You wanna go wait inside for me? I’ll be in soon.” 

“Yeah, sounds good! I’m gonna go watch your stream in your bed now,” you peck him on the mouth and he pulls away, giving you a confused look.

“You watch my streams?” he asks.

“Yeah? I never told you? I watch all your streams,” you smile, “I like seeing all the silly antics you get into.”

“Awww, that’s so cute,” he says, shaking his head and letting out a small laugh, “I don’t know how we’ve been together six months and you never told me you watch my streams.” 

“I seriously thought I told you!” you laugh, and he motions with his finger for you to come closer. You lean in and he kisses you on the cheek, “You’re so sweet,” he smiles, satisfied with himself.

“You’re sweeter,” you reply as you step out of the car, “I’ll be upstairs!”

You walk back into the house, and head upstairs to Jake’s bedroom. After about ten more minutes of streaming Jake says goodbye, and you hear him walking upstairs to enter his bedroom. He leaps onto his bed and sits on your lap, leaning down to drop kisses wherever they land.

“It was so hard for me to keep that a secret all day!” he says between kisses.

“I had no idea!” you laugh, squeezing your eyes shut and smiling as he kisses all over your face and head. He lingers longer on your lips, before settling down next to you under the covers, pulling you in close.

 “I couldn’t hide us any longer, y/n. I wanna be able to do couple shit without feeling guilty. And I know you can handle it, I never should’ve been worried. Whatever happens, we’ll get through it together.”

“Jake, I know you just wanted to protect me. And you didn’t want a repeat of what happened last time, I get that. I hope you didn’t feel pressured to confirm anything just because you knew I wanted to.”

“No! That’s not it at all! Y/n… I love you so much… and I just wanted everyone to know. I was tired of hiding, and I knew you were too, so I decided to just do it. Fuck what everyone else thinks, right?” he asks.

“Fuck ‘em,” you smile– wrapping an arm around his waist– and lean in to kiss him again.

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first request and i think it's so cute! i hope you all like it :)

[sunflw3r]

fit right in

sungchan x non!idol male reader reader prns: he/him word count: 1666 fluff

sungchan’s boyfriend fit right in

content warnings: token gay eunseok & sungchan, cursing, topish reader, petnames, vry gay eunseok

unedited</3

(masterlist)

spotify playlist link: <3 continuation of turning the flipping frogs gay!

a/n: just saw the riize movie and thought it would be cutie to continue this oneshot:3

happy (late) birthday chan<3 i love uuuu

“i’m just saying, byeon wooseok is hot but why does he always die!! it takes me out of the immersion.” y/n complained, seunghan laughing softly. y/n, sohee, and seunghan had just finished watching ‘lovely runner’ together, y/n venting his thoughts to them.

“does sungchan hear you talk about this?” sohee asked, putting a gummy worm in his mouth. “sungchan thinks byeon wooseok’s hot too. it’s a communal appreciation.” seunghan laughed again, stealing one of sohee’s gummy worms, the two squabbling.

“hey y/n.” a voice shouted, eunseok coming into the living room. “i have a date with this guy, can you tell me if this outfit’s good?” y/n leaned over the back of the couch, glass held lazily in his hand.

“yeah come in here.” eunseok came into view, a white crop top on his torso with a pair of baggy jeans. a bag rested on his shoulder, hair styled with more fluff in the bangs. “if you’re going for attractive gay man, i think you got it!”

eunseok smiled, holding his hand out for y/n to pass him the cup. y/n sighed, passing his glass over for eunseok so he could take a sip. “sigh, i need to leave soon but my boyfriend hasn’t made an appearance.” shaking his head, eunseok passed the cup back to y/n. “that’s not right pookie.”

peaking his head out of the corner of the kitchen, wonbin sighed. “leave without saying hi.” y/n groaned, putting his head in his hands. “i came to see him! but then he was like ‘let me do something first then we can hang out’ and now i’m here.”

sohee laughed softly as anton walked up to y/n, hugging him gently. “he won’t care… we all know you’ll be back here by like… 7pm.” sighing, y/n pat anton’s back before standing up. “i guess.”

walking to the shoe area, y/n started to put on his tennis shoes, shouting out to sungchan. “babe! i’m going home!” there was a loud clambering of footsteps as sungchan ran to see him, placing a soft kiss on his lips. “i’ll see you soon baby.”

“tsk…” y/n teased, patting sungchan’s shoulders. “give me another kiss you silly… i came over to see you but i ended up hanging out with little kid sohee and the gay one.”

sungchan chuckled, pressing another soft kiss to y/n’s lips. “i’m sorry loveeeeeee… i got busy and knew you wouldn’t mind. you love hanging out with little kid sohee and the gay one.” y/n nodded happily, a bright smile on his face as he kissed sungchan again instead of replying.

their lips locked together gently, like their connection was the only thing that mattered to them. it was easy for them, natural as they had done this thousands of times, and yet it was never enough.

“alright, alright, don’t do that please!” shotaro begged, sungchan breaking their kiss to stare at him. y/n laughed, pecking sungchan’s lips once before waving to the rest of his friends. “bye! see you later!” he spoke, exiting out the door quickly, sungchan’s smile falling as he turned to now faced his group.

“now about stealing my boyfriend…”

bookie sohee

my fav son ynynynynyynynynynynynyynynynynynynynynynyn i have smth to show u

ynie mmh hiiiiiii soheeeee

my fav son okay okay do u wanna see what i have to show u?

ynie yes

my fav son

ynie WOWZA HOLY FUCK

my fav son you’re welcome 😜😝😝😝😜

ynie sohee you are my favorite person on this earth rn

my fav son omg thank you!!! over sungchan?!?!?!!?!

ynie yes since at the moment chan is buying groceries and he left me in bed

my fav son bro… he’s canceled

ynie THAT’S WHAT I SAID bro i think he hates me😢

my fav son tsk… what a bad boyfie

ynie he’s lucky i love him… i guess i’ll just kiss him when he gets home

my fav son ew…

ynie what ☹️

my fav son it’s like seeing my dads kiss… i dont wanna see that!!

ynie well that’s too bad bc he is your other father… i guess you’re going to have to deal with that

my fav son tsk…

ynie im gonna show the rest of riize one of these… he’s so :((((

my fav son sigh… i guess

ynie yipee!!! BYEBYE MY SON ILYYY

my fav son eek ilyt!!

y/n>sungchan

best boyfie HIIII EVERYONEEE

brother in home eek hi y/n

channie HI BABE hru :3

best boyfie im gooddddd where’s sohee and anton☹️ AND SEUNGHAN AND WONBIN i need my sons here…

taro im not them but hiiii

best boyfie hi taro!!! ugh they need to come faster bc i got something to show yallllllll

wonbinie! hiiii hyung :)

seunghanie! IM HERE

youngest son i just woke up… im hereeee

best boyfie tsk… sohee’s taking too long ANYWAYS LOOK AT THISSSSSSS :3<333

i’d like to thank sohee for sending me this picture of my handsome boyfriend

bookie sohee uh what

best boyfie you will be in our wedding

bookie sohee yay!!

youngest son um what about me

best boyfie you’re the flower boy

channie erm i was never aware of a wedding… where’s my engagement ring?!

wonbinie! oh!?

brother in homo the gays are fighting…

best boyfie um baby did i not give u that ring erm

channie what ring???

best boyfie oh.

seunghanie! hyung, do you want to have a sleepover tonight? we’re free

best boyfie ooo, am i invited??

taro omg yes yes yes

channie i GUESS you can come🙄 if i get a kiss you can definitely come :333

best boyfie tsk… i guess

brother in homo who let the gays in here…

taro if we didnt like gays here ur ass would have been kicked out LONGGGG AGOOOOOO

brother in homo woah taro… i thought we had something special

taro well u thought wrong!!

seunghanie! ouchhhhh

wonbinie! would lose it if i heard that ngl…

bookie sohee hyung get ur ass over here i wanna get ur opinion on my new outfit!!

best boyfie im coming :(((( sungchan come pic me up.

channie ??? why.

youngest son wrong. try again.

channie wdym

youngest son that is your BF try again!!

channie sigh… yes ofc love ill be right over!!! are you happy now tony…

youngest son sigh i guess i am

best boyfie its okay channie😭😭 im already on my way love!! sit ur pretty ass down<333

seunghanie! i think im gonna vomit🤢

brother in homo bro lives up to his user🫡

channie YAYYYY okay ill see u soon

bookie sohee you’ll see US soon…

best boyfie BYE GUYSSSS

sungchan’s hands were warm.

y/n smiled softly as he and sungchan held hands, the giddy, teenage-like feelings arising in his stomach. “i love you so much… it’s almost sickening.” he whispered into sungchan’s ear, the words vibrating off his lips.

sungchan smiled softly, pecking y/n’s cheek. “i’m lucky to have a boyfriend who i love so much.” a loud knock sounded on sungchan’s bedroom door, seunghan’s voice resonating through the walls. “get your pjs on or we’re starting tiana without you!”

y/n groaned, turning to yell towards seunghan. “we’ll be right out!” he exclaimed, sungchan chuckling softly as he grabbed the couple’s pajamas, a matching sanrio set sungchan had bought for fun a few months into their relationship.

taking off his shirt, y/n quickly grabbed the pajamas and pulled the top over his torso, following the same process with his pants. he skipped out of the room, sungchan following behind him.

“y/n hyung! i saved you a spot!” y/n smiled at sohee’s wrong, running to sit next to the younger. the movies opening credits began to play, a soft smile on his face as sohee curled into his chest.

“why didn’t you wait for me…” sungchan pouted, taking his seat next to y/n. “the movie was starting and sohee asked me to sit with him… how am i supposed to refuse that adorable face.”

sungchan tsked, looking at the movie as he wrapped his arm around y/n. sohee smiled softly, seunghan whining. “why do you get to sit next to y/n hyung? you have to share him with the rest of us…”

y/n chuckled, patting the other side of his lap, seunghan’s face lighting up as he scooted over to snuggle into y/n’s body. sungchan scoffed, y/n placing a soft kiss on his lips to soothe him. “don’t complain baby… you can still cuddle me.”

“glady.” sungchan mumbled, wrapping his arm tighter around y/n’s waist, touching sohee’s waist on accident. “get your hands off of me sungchan hyung…” sohee muttered, glaring at the older male.

sungchan clicked his tongue, pinching sohee’s waist before gripping at y/n’s hip. “i love you so so much.” he whispered. y/n smiled, his heart filling up with a sense of comfort as he pressed a kiss to sungchan’s cheek. “you silly goose… i love you baby.”

soft giggles escaped from sungchan’s mouth, y/n pressing kisses to his face, the one on his lips lingering for a second longer.

“would it kill you to not kiss on our couch!” eunseok yelled, throwing a pillow in y/n’s face. looking back at him, y/n’s jaw clenched. “just because you’re alone, sad, and bitchless song eunseok doesn’t mean you have to be an ass!”

he jumped up, grabbing the pillow tossed at him to start attacking eunseok. “pillow fight!” wonbin yelled, now joining in, seunghan and sohee stumbling to make their stances.

sungchan smiled, looking at his boyfriend surrounded by his bandmates, loud screams of joy sounding through the dorm as people got hit by pillows.

“baby come help me kick their asses!” y/n cheered, looking back at sungchan pleadingly.

standing up to join y/n, sungchan started to hit shotaro with his pillow, smiling happily.

you really do fit right in…

[arachine]

my eyes r rolling omffff waht is wrong w u and how r u so talented! it’s not fair 🙏 but anyway i can’t stop thinking about more stepbro!neteyam and how you’re going through heat and he helps you out

claiming 🫘 if it’s not taken 😁

— sinful desires !

+ pairings :: step!bro neteyam x female na’vi!reader 

+ genre :: mature

+ general tags :: 18+ (explicit sexual content, explicit language)

+ content warnings :: characters aged up (20), dark content, pseudo-cest, reader gets her heat, corruption, dacryphilia, vaginal sex, f/m ejaculation...not proofread

+ note :: hi nonnie bb! wrote this as a thirst…went a little overboard hehe :3 + not my usual format ;( bc i wrote this before going to the dining hall LOL! but yeah, this is just smth light before i get started on my actual WIPS.

“c’mon, don’t look at me like that,” he thumbs your cheek, tilting his head with an avian flutter of his lashes. neteyam could be so…generous. always too eager to help—too eager to make everybody’s problems, his problems.

right now he had you splayed out in a clearing, one hand holding his weighty cock, and the other holding the back of your thigh. you’ve been in this position for a while, all heavy breaths and squirms, physically (and mentally) fighting the urge to relinquish your body to him—to let him you.

you always pictured your first heat going a lot smoother than this. that when the time came, you’d be prepared and mated—but you were neither. so, one could only imagine the moral dilemma that arises when you’re forced to choose between two (very bad) options: 1) doing nothing and ultimately succumbing to the pain, and 2) fucking the only guy who conveniently happened to be within proximity.

the latter was obviously, not something you would’ve chosen for yourself—but the pain was excruciating—debilitating, and your current location wasn’t giving you much room for choice.

“look, you can stay here and suffer, bound to the forest soil, or you can let me help you,” the boy slides the weeping tip of his cock over your exposed folds, “which one sounds better? wallowing in pain or big brother helping you, hm?”

the tail of his query is accompanied with a prod to your hole, and you whimper in response, arching up to grasp at his chest. neteyam finds amusement in this, chuckles under his breath and gets real low on top of you.

“c’mon, baby, say it. tell me with your words. not gonna make you do something you don’t want to do,” and with that he’s lifting your chin up, using the pad of his loitering thumb to swipe away crystalline droplets.

you nod your head slowly. first once, then twice, lifting your hips up to meet him halfway. he takes your silent acquiescence as an invitation to glide into you. and, fuck, it’s so easy…fits right in like a glove. overwhelmingly wet and warm, a terrible combination that scares him.

you’re trouble, he thinks. because he knows that after he fucks you, gives you what you want—he’ll only want more. and that hunger will only grow, it’ll fester and fester, until the only way he can get off is with you. and that couldn’t happen, no—because this was only supposed to be a one time thing.

what would the people think of their future olo’eyktan messing around with his little sister? surely, they’d denounce his claim and deem him unfit to lead, right? and what would your parents think? they’d probably disown the both of you, or worse, disown you. and that’s the last thing he wants—to ruin you.

which is why this has to be the first time and the last time.

“‘teyam make me feel good please!” you clasp your hands behind his neck, forcing him to lay atop of you, “wan’ it to stop hurting…please, just…help me.”

there’s a flicker in your eyes when you say it, and he likes it. makes his spine tingle and his pupils dilate. because he wants to hear you do it again.

“you want me to make you feel good, huh?” a slow, drawn out thrust, “want big brother to make it feel better here?” he unsheathes himself from your gummy cunt and taps the top of your mound with the weight of his length.

“mhm, need you now, ‘teyam. please, hurry!” of all the years he’s known you, he’s never known you to be a beggar. the sheer desperation in your voice alone was enough to make him forgo all of his disciplines.

without pause, he guides his mushroomy head back to your leaking hole, and pushes himself all the way in until the fat of his balls is plush against your ass.

its’s so swift, the way he completely takes charge, like he’s done this before—like he’s been inside of you. your body was foreign to him, a stranger, and yet, it wasn’t. and he convinces himself as much because of the way you’re responding to him.

you are putty under his touch, and every moan, grab, clutch, and clench only confirms this.

faster, deeper—harder, you preen. and he obeys. does it when you command it, and doesn’t ease up. it’s almost unreal, the way the two of you are moving in perfect synchrony. like you’re liquified metal, melding together to form one.

“shit, feel you clenching. are you close, baby?” he syncopates each word with a harsh thrust, letting his weight distribute to one arm as he encases the side of your head. you nod eagerly, mumbling a string of expletives, followed after a series of strangled cries.

“f-feel it coming, don’t stop.” you’re so close, so, so, so close to that sweet release that you’ve been chasing after since it happened, and you’ll be damned if you don’t get it.

unconsciously, you wrap your legs tighter around his torso, and pull him down by the neck until his face is mere centimeters away from yours. you’re close—too close. so close that if he were to dip his head down just slightly, he’d kiss you.

your eyes flit to his lips, to his eyes, and then back to his lips. calling. beckoning. pleading.

kiss me, is what he thinks they’re saying. but he’s scared it’s too…intimate. a kiss would solidify things—feelings—and he didn’t have the mental fortitude to come to terms with that just yet.

this was supposed to be something he did to help you, he reminds himself. he was just doing you a favor, because that’s what brothers did, right? just a favor. nothing more, nothing less.

but eyes stare back into eyes, and breaths intertwine with breaths, and shit, he’s a weak man. this was another deadly combination that could only be blamed by the forced proximity. damn this.

he presses his lips to your own, harsh and heavy, leaving no room for anything. no room for hesitation—air—not even for protest. and when you kiss him back with just as much want, just as much need? he’s melting into your touch, ramming into you with such unbridled velocity, that you don’t even register the accidental love bite you gave his lip.

he works through it though, licks the blood up and continues his assault on your cunt. lays thrust after thrust until your body falls lax in his hold and your thighs clench shut around him.

“that’s it, sweet girl,” he coos, “go ahead, give it all to me.” with the encouragement of his sweet words, you come undone all over his cock, with his own release not too far behind.

“fuckfuckfuck, where you want it?” he grunts out through broken moans.

“inside, do it inside!” you sob, grabbing for his neck once more, pulling him down to your chest. you help to draw his release out by moving your hips in unison with his, holding yourself up on your forearms as he sheathes himself in and out of you at a dizzying pace.

with a final piston, he finishes inside of you. the two of you stall in the air briefly before he gently lowers you down onto your back, him following soon after to lay on your breasts.

when his breaths even, and the bioluminescent plants begin to glow, he unsheathes himself from inside you and sits back on his knees. you look so pretty, he thinks. with his spent seeping from your hole, and your skin all slick with sweat.

“this can never…” you breathe, chest still heaving and breaths ragged, “never, ever happen again.”

a beat. he doesn’t answer. and you repeat yourself, only this time, with more power behind your tone.

“hey, this can never happen again. got it?”

he can only manage to give you a nod, but he doesn’t give you his word.

because this? this wouldn’t be the last time. he was going to be selfish, and if that meant ruining you for anyone else in the clan—if that meant keeping you from finding a potential mate, he’d just have to ruin you.

© arachine 2023

[hiro--aoki]

TWD Incorrect Quotes from my classmates

Tw: contains swear words, mention of sex, use of slut and maybe some other offense things, idk

Michonne: Because your minds are still developing you want to….

Y/N: Do drugs!

Michonne: Take more risks…

Y/N: Nah…

Michonne: A risk is any unsafe action or stupid, thoughtless and careless behaviour.

Carl to Y/N: Literally me.

*Coughs that sound like an erupting volcano*

Abraham: My tummy hurts.

Michonne: Can you name three risks?

Merle: Sex with no protection!

Carl: A gun with no safety on!

Y/N: Having a forehead as big as Merle’s!

Deanna: So, we have codes A, C and D.

Rick: Why not code B? Where’s the B????

Aaron: B-cause.

Glenn: You should b- ashamed of yourself…. I’m not funny

Maggie: You’re not funny

Deanna: So, code A stands for….?

Daryl: Ass!

Eugene: Acceptable!

Aaron: Yeah *fistbump*

Y/N: Nerd!

Deanna: What about code C?

Maggie: Coffee.

Eugene: Calculated!

Deanna: Yes! How about code D?

Abraham: Deez nuts!

Sasha: Dangerous!

Carol: Destructive!

Deanna: Yeah! You guys concern me!

Y/N: Ron, shut up you acoustic monk.

Glenn: Guys I accidentally wrote relationhips instead of relationships.

Carl: Y/N, has relationhips.

Y/N: What’s that supposed to mean?!?!

Y/N: Carl, has a shirt that says ‘ Roblox is life’ shirt, and he said it suits me.

Negan: Feel how soft my water bottle is.

Simon: Stop stroking your water bottle like that!

Michonne: What’s something that was legal, but was a destructive decision?

Merle: Weed!

Enid: I wanna jump off a cliff.

Y/N: I wanna kiss a 12 gauge.

Enid: My dad jumped out of a plane without a parachute…

Carl: My dad is a plane.

Andrea: My butt hurts.

Dale: *Gives strange look*

Andrea: You’re looking at me like you wanna fuck me.

Dale: What?

Shane: Ha!

Dale: No, I actually didn’t hear.

Amy: Real.

Negan: Did you wash your ass today?

Michonne: So, tell me an example of a safety risk?

Merle: Your mom

Michonne: …and some conatin cannabis

Judith: These gummies tastes funny.

*Watching a budget direct ad and Captain Risky comes on*

Jesus: Smash

Ron: Bro’s him

Daryl: I mean he has all the skills

Carl: Bluds the main character

Y/N: You look like a potato

Dwight: You look like a trash can

Y/N: Nuh uh

Dwight: Yeah uh

Negan: Dwight, keep working *Lightly caresses the shovel Dwight’s hand*

Y/N: Stop!

Dwight: Stop it I don’t like it!

Y/N: Yes, we are Sluts

Rosita: Sexy Ladies Under Tonnes of Stress

Y/N: I can’t make a decision that big, I can’t even tie my own shoes!

Enid: Please tell me you’re joking.

Y/N: I’m not, I tie them like a three-year old! Let me show you!

Enid: No, no thanks…

Y/N: Watch my feet! Watch my shoes. *Ties laces with two loops*

Enid: Ew *visibly cringes*

Carl: …I just asked if you wanted pancakes or waffles….

Glenn: Look how much funny shit we said today.

Daryl: I can’t it’s too black

Glenn: Ayo?

Daryl: I meant too dark!

Y/N: Nah!

*Glenn adjusts lighting*

Daryl: Now it’s too white!

Y/N: !!!

Daryl: Too bright! Too bright!

Negan: BALLS

Y/N: Gotta rizz ‘em with the ‘tism

Negan: I’m a Savior….save ya mom!

*Carl and Ron carrying a log*

Enid: For a second I thought that was in their ass’s

Y/N: I want them up my ass

Enid: What?

Y/N: What?

*Truck passes*

Daryl: Awww yeah, listen to tha’

Y/N: I can smell the air…

Daryl: No shit, sherlock!

Glenn: Don’t judge a book by it’s-

Eugene: Erm actually, it’s in the human instincts system, for us to make a quick judgement on a person appearance to determine whether they are friend or foe.

Y/N: Oooh, did I appear friend or foe when you first saw me?

Eugene: Well, when I first encountered you, you looked like you couldn’t hurt a fly, but since then, I have realised my mistake and have grown scared of you.

Rosita: He’s scared of everything…

Eugene: Not pickles!

Beth: What song do you wear?

[josiesullysblog]

Heart of mine

~AGED UP Neteyam x Na’vi reader

~ANGSTTTTTTT, Lil fluff if you squint

~Proofread?-no

~Summary-idk how to describe this :( but [Y/n] goes to great lengths to keep her sister happy.

~Note-tough topics are talked about and mentioned throughout, please read at your own discretion.

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“My sister!” the day you were born was a very happy day. Your older sister, Nova, sat by your mother looking at you as if you were her own kid. “Say hi, [Y/n]!” your mother grabbed your small hand and made you wave at your sister, “hi, [Y/n]!”

Your mother smiled, “you two are sisters, you’ll always have each other,” your sister smiled big as she watched you, “always and forever!” such a sweet moment, you’d be shocked to find out what became of your older sister.

Your sister took being your older sister very seriously. She constantly had tabs on you, always knowing where you were and who you hung out with.

Your best friend was Neteyam you two did everything together, it was an ongoing joke you two would end up marrying each other.

“You have to promise me, we’ll always be best friends!” you gave Neteyam a gummy smile, “I’ll always protect you, [Y/n]!”

Your family dynamic was always different. First of all, you didn't have a dad he left before you were even born. Since you opened your eyes it was always your mom looking out for you and your older sister.

Your sister remembers your dad and often you caught her crying about him, “I miss him,” she’d cry in your arms.

She was a good person, she was a kid herself she didn't know how to take her anger out so sometimes it fell onto you, “you never even met him!” You didn't like seeing her so sad, so you’d try everything to make her happy, but it never worked.

As she got older, she became more distant she started spending less time with you, and more time with friends. You didn't like her friends every time they came over, they were rude and smelt funny. “You won’t snitch, right?” Your sister smiled at you.

You just wanted to spend time with your sister, “I won't!” she ruffled your hair when her friend pulled something out, “this is life, wanna hit?” Your sister immediately took the rolled-up leaf out of your face, “she a fucking child, bro.”

You shook your head, “i’m not! I turn nineteen in two months!” your sister laughed, “sounds like a fucking child to me.”

You had never heard your sister use such words, “my bad,” her friend backed off but your sister quickly brought it to her mouth, “go lay down or something,” you shook your head, “but I wanna hang out with you!” She rolled her eyes, “I’m with my friends, [Y/n] go somewhere else!”

You sat in your bed, tears brimming in your eyes, she was never mean to you why was she acting like this?

You ended up falling asleep but woke up to screaming coming from the kitchen, “you’re doing this with your sister in the room?” you heard anger seeth from your mother, “mom calm down it wasn't like she was near!”

They kept going back and forth, you got up and snuck out you didn't want to hear them keep fighting. “Teyem?” you walked into the Sully’s tent, “why are you here, honey?” Neteyam was quick to hug you and check for any scratches.

“I couldn't sleep,” you yawned as he made you lay down next to him, “it's okay, you can sleep here,” he knew there had to be more to the story but at that moment he knew you just wanted to sleep. “I love you,” you kissed his nose while he smiled, “I love you, too.”

From that day forward, you were always at the Sully’s. Your mom and sister fought all the time, over what your sister was doing, the people she hung around, and everything else in-between. You cried a lot more, you wish everything could go back to normal.

Neteyam and you became very close if it was even possible. You didn't want to tell anybody about your home life, always having an excuse as to why you didn't want to be home.

It all came crashing down, your mother and you were at the Sully’s when you wanted to go grab something, “I’ll be quick!”

your mother nodded as you ran out, you and Neteyam were making each other bracelets, you had wanted to add a flower bead, but when you got there you saw your sister.

“Nova?” she lay on the floor, unresponsive so you walked closer, “Nova? Are you alright?” you gasped as you saw her full form. She looked like she had died, you quickly pull yourself together and run back to your mom, “momma,” you yanked her arm, “[Y/n], i’m talking,” you yanked harder, “somethings wrong with Nova.”

Your mom finally looked at you, “what?” you started crying trying to yank her out of the tent, “she needs help! Momma hurry!”

Neytiri immediately listened to you, heading towards the tent. Neteyam wrapped his hands around you, “it's okay, I promise she’s okay.” he tried comforting you, but you weren't listening. “She looked dead, Teyem!” you cried as if she was dead.

You stood outside Mo’at’s tent as you heard your mother speak, “will she be all right?” Mo’at nodded, “you brought her in at the right time, or else she would've died. Who found her?” Your mother's voice cracked, “[Y/n].”

Tears fell as you looked at your sister's body, “hey, [Y/n],” Neteyam sat next to you as Jake and Neytiri smiled at you, “how are you holding up?” Jake asked you just shrugged. “How about you come with us, while you wait for your mom?”

You looked back at your sister, “I know it's going to be hard, but I promise she’s going to be alright,” the woman’s soft words gave you small comfort, “okay.”

As you walked away, you looked back once more, “please, Eywa don't take my sister.”

No one knew the real reason why your sister blacked out, your mother didn't want anyone to know. So, she told you to lie anytime someone asked, and you listened.

“Her immune system is weak,” you told the Sullys, “oh, i’m glad she’s doing better!” you nodded. Your mind constantly revisits that day, it was always replaying. Her body was lifeless on the floor, and your feet can't move you can't go get help.

You didn't tell anyone about your terrors, you didn't want them to worry, they were all on your sister making sure she was alright.

The arguing stopped, and for the most part, your mother's attention shifted completely onto your sister. You knew your mom felt guilty, that your finding your sister was her fault.

“She loves you a lot Nova,” you heard your mothers weeping, “I know mom,” you silently cried as you pretend to sleep, “to have her be the one to find you,” it wasn't her fault you wished you could voice this, but she barely spoke with you. “It breaks my heart, Nova.” Your sister cried, “I know, mom.”

She was too busy, but you were okay with it. You had Neteyam, he was the center of your universe. You loved him so much, and you knew he loved you. He voiced it all the time, but a part of you felt like you were lying to him.

Like he was going to figure out what actually happened to your sister, and leave you. “After your ceremony, I and you are going to mate,” Neteyam kissed you as you smiled, “I can't wait!”

You were ready to move on with this chapter in your life, and Neteyam was the only person you wanted to do it with.

You and Neteyam would just chill in his tent, it wasn't very often but it was enough time where you and he could spend time alone.

“Bro, [Y/n] your sister is so much fun!” Lo’ak walked in, interrupting the calm atmosphere. “What makes you say that?” you smiled at the boy, “she got her plug to give me a lil something!”

You immediately stand up after hearing him say this, “she still talks to him?” Neteyam looked at you confused as Kiri and your sister walk in, “hey, lil sis!”

You looked at the girl as if she had two heads, “do you still talk to your plug?” Kiri laughed as she went to sit down,” Lo’ak you actually went through with it?” the boy nodded his head smiling.

“If dad finds out you are as good as dead,” Neteyam watched your mannerisms, “yea I still talk with him!” your sister lay down. “Why?” you felt like she didn't even care. “Cus I have anxiety and shit,” you rolled your hands in a fist, “you're so fucking selfish.” You walked out of the room immediately, Neteyam wanted to chase you but your sister stopped him, “I got her.”

Neteyam knew something was off, you wouldn't just say that to say that. He wanted to give you space but he also didn't know when to intervene.

He loved you, more than you could even wrap your head around it. It hurt him to see you so, hurt and he wanted to help he just didn't know how to.

“[Y/n], it helps me, bro,” you rolled your eyes, “I don't wanna talk with you,” your sister groaned before grabbing your arm. “Just fucking listening,” you immediately took your hand back, “don't fucking touch me!”

“I HAVEN’T EVEN DONE IT YET,” she screamed in your face. You scoffed, “you're a lair, Nova. You think I believe you?” your sister rolled her eyes, “you're just like mom. You know I have my reasons, you two are just too fucking full of it to hear them.”

You looked at her, “tell me them,” she looked at you shocked, “tell me one good reason as to why because none of them matter Nova!”

You broke out into a sob, “when you do drugs, it's not like it's Lo’ak who can just stop when he wants to,” your sister set down breaking into tears, “it's better than killing myself.”

You sat down next to her, “you don't know how bad I wanna kill myself, but I stick around for you,” tears ran down your face. “Nova,” she looked at you, “[Y/n], you can go tell mon, but I promise you I won't be around for longer.”

You sobbed hard, “you can help me though,” you looked at her, “how?” she wiped your tears, “when I was with Mo’at she had this pill, that helped cool my nerves.” you looked at her confused, “you want me to go get them?”

She nodded, “but I can't, Mo’at only gives them to,” she cut you off, “steal them,” your eyes grew wide, “I really can't do that! That's Neteyam’s grandmother if I plan on being the next Tsahik, I can't steal from her!”

Your sister gave you a sad smile, “then you can't tell mom about this,” you sighed as you looked at her, “I’ll see what I can do.” she hugged you, “thank you, sissy.”

From that point on, you snuck her pills. You wouldn't take the whole thing that is too obvious, you take four pills and give them to her.

“Thank you [Y/n]!” You felt terrible how could you call yourself the future Tsahik and do such things? “Hey, are you feeling okay?” Neteyam became more worried day after day, “yeah i’m great!” you didn't know how much longer you could keep living like this.

“You know if anything is ever bothering you, i’m right here,” you kissed Neteysm, “I know,” you were going to tell him but you didn't know how. But you knew you needed to stop this thing, your sister needed real help.

“[Y/n]! Great, I was just going to look for you!” your sister hugged you, “Nova, I need to tell you-,” her excitement stopped her, “I need you to get me a full bottle,” you gave her a sad smile, “I can't. I mean I can't keep giving you those pills.”

“Why?” you fidgeted with your fingers, “it's not right, you need actual help Nova!” she sat down on the floor and began crying, “you don't care about me! Do you want me to die?” tears rolled down your cheeks, “I do care! It’s just I can't keep doing this!”

“I’m going to kill myself, do you not understand this?” you sobbed, “please let's tell mom, we can help you,” she pushed you to the floor, “WE AREN’T TELLING ANYONE, listen just one more time, then I’ll stop.” You sighed before nodding, “one more time.”

You walked into Mo’at’s tent, usually, no one is in there during dinner but today Mo’at was there. She greeted you with a smile, “my future Tsahik! Come here!” she wrapped you in a hug, and you knew at that moment you couldn't take the pills.

“What brings you in here honey?” you just shrugged, “I can't remember!” You were going to leave when Mo’at said something, “how are you?”

You smiled, “i’m good,” she shook her head, “no, how are you really? You looked at her confused, “I just mean you have been going through something pretty traumatic,” your breathing hitched, “I just imagine what it does to a child, a little girl who finds her sister overdosed.”

Neteyam looked at you confused, “overdosed?” your head turned quickly towards him. “You don't deserve it, [Y/n].”

“I know she’s the reason you’ve been taking my pills,” Mo’at said as she got closer, “it's okay, i’m not mad at you.”

You felt tears fall as Neteyam engulfed you in his arms, “it's okay, you can tell me.” you sobbed as he hugged him back, “I just don't know what to do, Teyem.”

He held you tight, Mo’at taking this as her leave to go. Neteyam sat down with you, “whenever you're ready to talk, i’m ready to listen.” you sobbed in his arms, “you’ll hate me.”

Neteyam grabbed your chin making you look at him, “nothing you can say or do to make me hate you.” you looked at him to see if he was lying but he looked serious. “I love you, [Y/n] I always have and always will.” he wiped your tears, “I love you too.” You knew this was the time to tell him everything.

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Heyyyy everyone! Sorry for the rushed ending, I was just writing this one since it's been on my head since forever! But hopefully you all like it.

[swabsandcream]

Get High with Me

Dean Winchester x GN!Reader

Summary: Y/N and the boys finally get a day off of hunting and they each find a way to help them pass the time.

Warnings: Mentions of drugs, swearing

Having an off day wasn’t common for Y/N and the boys, but when they did get one, they would stay inside the bunker for the whole day and do their usual routine. Sam would be in the study room with his face in a book, Dean would be in his room watching reruns of the original Scooby Doo series, and Y/N would be in their room getting high on edibles. This time around, Y/N decided that they didn’t want to get high alone, seeing if one of the boys would like to join them for the ride. Sam immediately declined, then proceeded to lecture Y/N about the dangers of getting high. Dean, on the other hand was curious since he had never tried an edible before. He felt like Y/N was exaggerating about the effects of it, so he decided to try and call their bluff. 

The two hunters were inside of Dean’s cluttered room sitting on his full-sized bed, each holding two THC infused gummies in the palm of their hands.

“You ready bro? I’m telling you this shit is no joke, so if you’re gonna chicken out-”

“Whatever asshat, let’s get it over with.” Dean’s cocky tone only made Y/N laugh, watching him quickly pop the two gummies in his mouth like they were pain pills. Y/N followed suit and ate their gummies too, not taking their eyes off of Dean who was giving them a very unamused facial expression. 

“Oh wow I feel...absolutely nothing. You sure you didn’t get played by whoever you bought that off of?”

“Just give it a couple minutes.” Y/N laid down on Dean’s bed with their legs hanging off the edge, closing their eyes as they waited for the effects to kick in. Dean scoffed at them, and he copied Y/N’s actions in effort to feel at least the tiniest bit of whatever they were feeling. As the time passed, Y/N could slowly feel their heart start to race, opening their eyes to see the design of the ceiling forming into an optical illusion. As they lifted their arms up in effort to reach the ceiling, they began to hear loud wheezing coming from the man laid beside them. Y/N turned to the left to see Dean, whose face was red as a tomato as he continued to wheeze as if he were unable to breathe properly.

“You good man?” Y/N smacked Dean’s chest, causing him to take a deep breath and exhale while laughing hysterically. He turned to Y/N, grabbing their arm as he struggled to form words that made sense.

“You remember- you remember when Sam- you remember- FUCK.” Y/N joined in on the abundance of uncontrollable laughter from their incredibly stoned friend. The pair were in tears at this point, grabbing hold of each other by the arms as if their lives depended on it. Suddenly they found themselves reenacting the famous scene from the film ‘Titanic’.

“I’m gonna let go now, you’re better off without me. Promise me you will survive! Don’t give up!”

“I’ll never let go Jack, I’ll never let go!” Y/N’s dramatic words were confirmation for Dean to let go of their arms, allowing himself to slowly roll off the side of the bed and onto the floor with a loud thud.”

“Ouch.”

“NOOOOO.” Y/N rolled over to the edge of the bed to look down at Dean, laid out on the floor with his tongue hanging out the corner of his mouth pretending to be dead. This triggered hysterics from both of them once more, leading to a slightly annoyed Sam to poke his head through the already cracked door to Dean’s room.

“Can you guys keep it down? I’m trying to get some work done out here.”

“Sammy you gotta try this shit man I’m begging you.” Dean spoke indistinctly, grabbing the side of the bed to assist him with getting up to stand on his two feet. He stumbled over to Sam like a toddler just learning how to walk, nearly falling into his little brother’s arms as he lost balance and ended up smacking his bottom on the hard floor. 

“Ouch.”

Y/N managed to calm down enough to lift themselves up off the bed and walk towards the doorway, stepping over Dean and pushing Sam aside in effort to get out of the room. Their throat felt like it was on fire, so they made a break for the kitchen in effort to quench their thirst. Once they made it to the kitchen, they grabbed two cold bottles of water and attempted to return back to the room, until they were stopped by Sam, who was more concerned than irritated at the moment.

“How long is this supposed to last Y/N? We could end up having a case tomorrow.”

“Relax man, we’ll be fine. Get those tighty whities out your ass for me yeah?” Y/N said calmly as they brushed past the most responsible person of the three, and back to their partner in crime who was sitting idle on the floor. Y/N helped Dean back up to his feet, giving him one of the bottles of water and guiding him back to the bed. 

“Here you go man, go ahead and lay down. I’m gonna go back to my room and pass out. You’ll be alright I promise.” Y/N oversaw Dean chug his water like he was suffering from dehydration and lay back down in his bed, all four limbs spread out on each side. Seeing that Dean was fully relaxed and safe, Y/N made their way back to their own room, passing out as soon as their head hit the pillow of their bed. 

Dean let his high fully wash over him as he remained laid out on his bed, imagining that he was floating in the middle of the ocean all by himself. For the first time in a very long time he felt at peace, like he didn’t have a single thing to worry about. There were no monsters, no demons, no angels, nothing. Just him, a large body of water, the blaring hot sun above him, and the baby blue sky surrounding him. If this is what it always felt like to be high, then Dean never wanted to come back down. 

[stvnmvrsh]

wish you'd ask me - matt maltese

Valentine's Day was inescapable, it seemed. It was just another cash-grabbing holiday, but It's all everyone at school's been talking about for the past few weeks. School announcements over purchasing Valentine's grams, holiday bake sales, and the student council asking for volunteers to decorate accordingly. He's been dragged everywhere from the store to the mall, even to the shopping center by his various friends, each of them trying to find the perfect cards and gifts. He thought everyone was a fool scrambling around like wriggling worms. He'd already bought a pack of Terrence and Phillip Valentine cards and hastily written them all out for his friends. He suddenly found himself a hypocrite when Kenny offhandedly asked him a question.

"D'ya get anything for Kyle yet?" Kenny asked as he mashed the buttons on the controller.

They were sitting in Stan's living room on the couch playing Mortal Kombat for the nth time. Stan flushed hard, his Neptune eyes not leaving the screen. Ever since Kenny's deduced Stan's major crush on Kyle, he'd been teasing him about it to some degree. But of course, he'd drummed it up quite a bit recently because of the nature of the holiday.

"Quit your cheap tricks, Ken. I almost got you!"

"That's real cute, Stan. Forreal though."

Stan scoffed, rolling his eyes. "What about you? What are you getting Marj?" Stan could see him smile softly at the mention of his long-time girlfriend.

"I'm halfway through making her a paper bouquet of white roses. I've already got a Hello Kitty plushie picked out and a huge bag of peach ring gummies. Then, I'll take her someplace to eat."

"Fuck. You've got it figured out, huh?" Stan says glumly and tosses his controller to the side of the couch. Kenny's won.

"Scorpion wins!" The TV announces.

"Nice one." Stan offers his fist to Kenny.

Kenny smiles broadly and fistbumps him. "Gg, bruh."

"Y'know someone might confess to Kyle, right?" Kenny presses his back against the couch arm, tossing his feet into Stan's lap.

"If I were you, I'd get my shit together and ask him out before someone else does. I'd hate to see you regret it~" Kenny singsonged.

Stan's stomach dropped so far it touched his asshole. He hadn't thought of that.

"Fuuuuck." He whined, lightly punching at Kenny's mismatched sock-clad feet. The left one was white with a grey toe and heel. The other hit mid-calf and was green with marijuana leaves.

"Well, you could get him something that reminds you of him. Or maybe write him a nice letter along with some flowers. You could even bake him something. I'll help you if you want. " Kenny suggests while scrolling on his phone, squishing Stan's thighs with his feet.

Stan sprawled out further onto the couch and considered.

"S'okay. I'll figure it out soon." Stan replied, pulling his hat over his bleached strands, wondering how to successfully ask his best friend out.

---

Stan gawps at the red and pink hearts coating the walls. Glittery streamers were strung up and absurd posters depicting crude drawings of Eric as Cupid were plastered around. It looked like Valentine's Day exploded and no nook or cranny was spared. He could hear girls gossiping about their crushes and quiet whispers of boys betting on each other to get kissed by the end of the day.

"Woah, dude, who's that for?" Stan questions timidly as Kyle shoves a red, heart-shaped box into his locker.

"What? I don't know what you're talking about, Stan." Kyle feigns ignorance as he tries to compose himself, pushing his wire-framed glasses up his nose. Stan thought they were cute.

"No way. Someone gave it to you?" Stan looks at him, bewilderment on his face.

"Who's it for, Kyle?" Stan presses on, confused as to why he didn't want to answer.

"No one's, alright?" He groaned in embarrassment, blood rushing up his neck already. Before Stan could get another word in, the bell rang for class.

"Just drop it, okay? We have to go to class anyways, and I don't want to be late."

"Okay, bro, whatever you say," Stan holds two hands up in defeat.

"C'mon then." He takes Kyle's hand and pulls him along the hallway, failing to notice Kyle's lovesick smile.

"You're still coming over after work, right?" Kyle implored, mumbling at the back of Stan's head.

"Count on it."

It's hard to focus on Mr. Garrison's lesson on quadratic equations when Stan's stomach feels like a bunch of frogs jumping around.

He's always felt like this around Kyle. He was always happy to see him, the sight of this green hat was familiar, comforting. It made the glacial early mornings a little more tolerable. This morning, however, was a little different. Stan was dying to know who the box was for. The thought of Kyle giving his love away was hurting him. Furthering his distress was the thought of someone confessing to Kyle and him accepting.

Oh god. Stan thought, burying his head into his notebook.

---

Stan was relieved he didn't drop the vase of pink carnations due to his sweaty palms as the door swung open.

"For you, Sheila." Stan greeted her, presenting the flowers.

"Oh, goodness, Stan these are just beautiful! Thank you! Come inside, sweetheart, Kyle's just in his room." She smothered him a hug and ushered him inside. He almost wondered what it would be like to be her son-in-law, but he hastily shoved that thought from his mind.

He stepped inside, taking his sneakers off and setting them by the door. He said his hellos to Gerald and Ike before heading up the stairs to Kyle's room.

"Hey, dude." Stan poked his head through the door before opening it fully. Kyle's head lifted from his homework. The room was lit only by his green banker lamp and a vanilla-scented candle on his dresser.

"Hey Stan, how was work?"

"Pretty good. Someone adopted that golden retriever I was talking about last week." Stan replied. He'd been working part-time at the local pet shop.

"Aw, how nice. Glad they've found a home." Kyle's eyes were twinkling gems in the lamplight as he shoved his homework away. Stan wishes he could ogle at them all day long.

"You're nicer." Kyle's head snapped to him, wondering if his ears were damaged, if he really heard him right.

Stan thrust his hand into his coat pocket before he could weasel out.

"I got something for you. I know it's a little late, but I didn't want Cartman to see it. Happy Valentine's Day."

Abashedly, he handed him a thin, rectangular box.

"Holy fuck, Stan, you didn't have to! The card you gave me in class is enough for me."

Stan stayed silent as Kyle's fingers traced around the black crushed velvet. He opened the box and let out a soft gasp. It was beautiful. A 14k gold Star of David pendant. It was shaped like a coin, the star embedded in the center. The round edge was braided like a rope. The chain was was a thin cuban-link. Kyle was at a loss for words. He quickly swiped at his eyes, not wanting the tears to drop.

"Flip it over." Stan urged.

"SM & KB?" Kyle's voice trembled as he traced the engraving on the delicate surface. He refused to blink, he didn't want the tears that were stored to cascade down his cheeks.

"Us." Stan finished as he walked over, taking the pendant from his hands. He twirled Kyle around in his office chair.

"May I?"

"Please."

Kyle felt Stan's fingertips dance at the nape of his neck, and his breath caught in his throat. Stan made sure to keep his touch sparse and gentle, in fear he might scare him away.

"I got it because it reminded me of you," Stan confessed, remembering Kenny's various suggestions. "I thought it'd look nice on you. I was sorely mistaken,"

A sound escaped Kyle's mouth as he whipped around with a hurt expression, but Stan quickly finished his sentence.

"You look stunning, Ky."

Kyle could have sworn he had died a kind death and was levitating towards heaven if not for Stan tucking a stray curl out of Kyle's vision. He was close enough to see the candle's flame reflecting in his eyes. Kyle always thought Stan's eyes were so blue it was fucking ridiculous. Like the ocean, he could feel the water pulling him under, a powerful spell.

Their noses were almost touching now. Kyle could smell the delicate rose scent of Stan's laundry detergent. Stan braced both his hands on the chair's armrests, effectively caging Kyle in. There was no way of escape, but he didn't mind.

"Kyle." Stan's breathy tone made his body tingle.

"Yes?"

"Recently, I found that I love you. But, I think I always have." Stan stepped back only to pull Kyle up from his seat. He grasped one of his hands and placed it up where his heart was.

"You feel it?" Stan's heart was thrumming under his fingers.

"I feel like it's always beating for you. I didn't know why my heart always went crazy when you said nice things to me, or when we'd have dinner with our families together, or when we'd go stargazing, just you and me. But, now I know it's because you're important to me and I want you in my life forever."

Kyle raised his unoccupied hand to cup Stan's cheek. "Promise you want me?" He thought his heart was beating just as fast as his, too.

"Want you? I need you."

Their yearning lips met, ravanous for one another. Stan's hands found themselved roaming underneath Kyle's loose Greatful Dead sweater, pulling his lithe waist as close as possible. Kyle's were threaded in Stan's hair, desperately, so much so that they didn't hear Sheila come in.

"I bought you boys some cookies-" She started, but she was frozen mid sentence, astonished.

"MA!" "Oh shit!" The two exclaimed, flying apart from themselves like they were burned.

Guilt and embarassment were clear to see on their faces, Sheila saw quite well even in the dimly lit room.

There was a lenthy stillness in the room that felt like forever when really it was more like a minute. Stan refused to look at anything but the floor, Kyle was trying to ge Stan to look at him, and Sheila was looking at them both. She decided to break the silence.

"Do you boys need condoms as well or-"

"Ma!" They were all in varying degrees of embarrasment and apology.

"We can talk about this whenever you're ready, bubie." She said patiently, giving her son a peck on the forhead. She gave Stan a knowing smile and set the plate of chocolate chip cookies on Kyle's desk, leaving the room. It was just the two of them again.

They examined eachother, both smiling ear to ear. No words were needed as Kyle grabbed two cookies, one for him and the other for Stan. They were eating the cookies sitting on his bed when Kyle remembered.

"Oh!" Kyle went over to his backpack and rummaged a bit before he pulled out the red box. He held it out to Stan.

"For me?" Stan was dumbfounded, cookie crumble on the corner of his mouth.

Kyle giggled and rolled his eyes, "Yes, dumbass, now open it!"

Stan couldn't fucking believe this. God, he's perfect. Stan was ready to thank every god for Kyle. In the heart-shaped box was a golden chain bracelet. It had two charms; one was a heart with a key hole shape in the middle, another was the left size of a heart.

He thought he could conbust into tears at any moment. He looked towards Kyle who beamed at him and held up his right arm. He pulled his sleeve down to reveal another gold chain bracelet. A key charm and the right side of a heart to match with his own.

"They're magnets," Kyle bought their bracelets together and the two halves connected forming a full heart.

"My other half." Stan grew teary, interlocking their hands.

"You're so sappy." Kyle said before kissing him again.

Valentine's Day was inescapable, it seemed. It was just another cash-grabbing holiday, but It's all everyone at school's been talking about for the past few weeks. School announcements over purchasing Valentine's grams, holiday bake sales, and the student council asking for volunteers to decorate accordingly. He's been dragged everywhere from the store to the mall, even to the shopping center by his various friends, each of them trying to find the perfect cards and gifts. He thought everyone was a fool scrambling around like wriggling worms. He'd already bought a pack of Terrence and Phillip Valentine cards and hastily written them all out for his friends. He suddenly found himself a hypocrite when Kenny offhandedly asked him a question.

"D'ya get anything for Kyle yet?" Kenny asked as he mashed the buttons on the controller.

They were sitting in Stan's living room on the couch playing Mortal Kombat for the nth time. Stan flushed hard, his Neptune eyes not leaving the screen. Ever since Kenny's deduced Stan's major crush on Kyle, he'd been teasing him about it to some degree. But of course, he'd drummed it up quite a bit recently because of the nature of the holiday.

"Quit your cheap tricks, Ken. I almost got you!"

"That's real cute, Stan. Forreal though."

Stan scoffed, rolling his eyes. "What about you? What are you getting Marj?" Stan could see him smile softly at the mention of his long-time girlfriend.

"I'm halfway through making her a paper bouquet of white roses. I've already got a Hello Kitty plushie picked out and a huge bag of peach ring gummies. Then, I'll take her someplace to eat."

"Fuck. You've got it figured out, huh?" Stan says glumly and tosses his controller to the side of the couch. Kenny's won.

"Scorpion wins!" The TV announces.

"Nice one." Stan offers his fist to Kenny.

Kenny smiles broadly and fistbumps him. "Gg, bruh."

"Y'know someone might confess to Kyle, right?" Kenny presses his back against the couch arm, tossing his feet into Stan's lap.

"If I were you, I'd get my shit together and ask him out before someone else does. I'd hate to see you regret it~" Kenny singsonged.

Stan's stomach dropped so far it touched his asshole. He hadn't thought of that.

"Fuuuuck." He whined, lightly punching at Kenny's mismatched sock-clad feet. The left one was white with a grey toe and heel. The other hit mid-calf and was green with marijuana leaves.

"Well, you could get him something that reminds you of him. Or maybe write him a nice letter along with some flowers. You could even bake him something. I'll help you if you want. " Kenny suggests while scrolling on his phone, squishing Stan's thighs with his feet.

Stan sprawled out further onto the couch and considered.

"S'okay. I'll figure it out soon." Stan replied, pulling his hat over his bleached strands, wondering how to successfully ask his best friend out.

Stan gawps at the red and pink hearts coating the walls. Glittery streamers were strung up and absurd posters depicting crude drawings of Eric as Cupid were plastered around. It looked like Valentine's Day exploded and no nook or cranny was spared. He could hear girls gossiping about their crushes and quiet whispers of boys betting on each other to get kissed by the end of the day.

"Woah, dude, who's that for?" Stan questions timidly as Kyle shoves a red, heart-shaped box into his locker.

"What? I don't know what you're talking about, Stan." Kyle feigns ignorance as he tries to compose himself, pushing his wire-framed glasses up his nose. Stan thought they were cute.

"No way. Someone gave it to you?" Stan looks at him, bewilderment on his face.

"Who's it for, Kyle?" Stan presses on, confused as to why he didn't want to answer.

"No one's, alright?" He groaned in embarrassment, blood rushing up his neck already. Before Stan could get another word in, the bell rang for class.

"Just drop it, okay? We have to go to class anyways, and I don't want to be late."

"Okay, bro, whatever you say," Stan holds two hands up in defeat.

"C'mon then." He takes Kyle's hand and pulls him along the hallway, failing to notice Kyle's lovesick smile.

"You're still coming over after work, right?" Kyle implored, mumbling at the back of Stan's head.

"Count on it."

It's hard to focus on Mr. Garrison's lesson on quadratic equations when Stan's stomach feels like a bunch of frogs jumping around.

He's always felt like this around Kyle. He was always happy to see him, the sight of this green hat was familiar, comforting. It made the glacial early mornings a little more tolerable. This morning, however, was a little different. Stan was dying to know who the box was for. The thought of Kyle giving his love away was hurting him. Furthering his distress was the thought of someone confessing to Kyle and him accepting.

Oh god. Stan thought, burying his head into his notebook.

Stan was relieved he didn't drop the vase of pink carnations due to his sweaty palms as the door swung open.

"For you, Sheila." Stan greeted her, presenting the flowers.

"Oh, goodness, Stan these are just beautiful! Thank you! Come inside, sweetheart, Kyle's just in his room." She smothered him a hug and ushered him inside. He almost wondered what it would be like to be her son-in-law, but he hastily shoved that thought from his mind.

He stepped inside, taking his sneakers off and setting them by the door. He said his hellos to Gerald and Ike before heading up the stairs to Kyle's room.

"Hey, dude." Stan poked his head through the door before opening it fully. Kyle's head lifted from his homework. The room was lit only by his green banker lamp and a vanilla-scented candle on his dresser.

"Hey Stan, how was work?"

"Pretty good. Someone adopted that golden retriever I was talking about last week." Stan replied. He'd been working part-time at the local pet shop.

"Aw, how nice. Glad they've found a home." Kyle's eyes were twinkling gems in the lamplight as he shoved his homework away. Stan wishes he could ogle at them all day long.

"You're nicer." Kyle's head snapped to him, wondering if his ears were damaged, if he really heard him right.

Stan thrust his hand into his coat pocket before he could weasel out.

"I got something for you. I know it's a little late, but I didn't want Cartman to see it. Happy Valentine's Day."

Abashedly, he handed him a thin, rectangular box.

"Holy fuck, Stan, you didn't have to! The card you gave me in class is enough for me."

Stan stayed silent as Kyle's fingers traced around the black crushed velvet. He opened the box and let out a soft gasp. It was beautiful. A 14k gold Star of David pendant. It was shaped like a coin, the star embedded in the center. The round edge was braided like a rope. The chain was a thin Cuban link. Kyle was at a loss for words. He quickly swiped at his eyes, not wanting the tears to drop.

"Flip it over." Stan urged.

"SM & KB?" Kyle's voice trembled as he traced the engraving on the delicate surface. He refused to blink, he didn't want the tears that were stored to cascade down his cheeks.

"Us." Stan finished as he walked over, taking the pendant from his hands. He twirled Kyle around in his office chair.

"May I?"

"Please."

Kyle felt Stan's fingertips dance at the nape of his neck, and his breath caught in his throat. Stan made sure to keep his touch sparse and gentle, in fear he might scare him away.

"I got it because it reminded me of you," Stan confessed, remembering Kenny's various suggestions. "I thought it'd look nice on you. I was sorely mistaken,"

A sound escaped Kyle's mouth as he whipped around with a hurt expression, but Stan quickly finished his sentence.

"You look stunning, Ky."

Kyle could have sworn he had died a kind death and was levitating towards heaven if not for Stan tucking a stray curl out of Kyle's vision. He was close enough to see the candle's flame reflecting in his eyes. Kyle always thought Stan's eyes were so blue it was fucking ridiculous. Like the ocean, he could feel the water pulling him under, a powerful spell.

Their noses were almost touching now. Kyle could smell the delicate rose scent of Stan's laundry detergent. Stan braced both his hands on the chair's armrests, effectively caging Kyle in. There was no way of escape, but he didn't mind.

"Kyle." Stan's breathy tone made his body tingle.

"Yes?"

"Recently, I found that I love you. But, I think I always have." Stan stepped back only to pull Kyle up from his seat. He grasped one of his hands and placed it up where his heart was.

"You feel it?" Stan's heart was thrumming under his fingers.

"I feel like it's always beating for you. I didn't know why my heart always went crazy when you said nice things to me, or when we'd have dinner with our families together, or when we'd go stargazing, just you and me. But, now I know it's because you're important to me and I want you in my life forever."

Kyle raised his unoccupied hand to cup Stan's cheek. "Promise you want me?" He thought his heart was beating just as fast as his, too.

"Want you? I need you."

Their yearning lips met, ravenous for one another. Stan's hands found themselves roaming underneath Kyle's loose Grateful Dead sweater, pulling his lithe waist as close as possible. Kyle's were threaded in Stan's hair, desperately, so much so that they didn't hear Sheila come in.

"I bought you boys some cookies-" She started, but she was frozen mid-sentence, astonished.

"MA!" "Oh shit!" The two exclaimed, flying apart from themselves like they were burned.

Guilt and embarrassment were clear to see on their faces, Sheila saw quite well even in the dimly lit room.

There was a lengthy stillness in the room that felt like forever when really it was more like a minute. Stan refused to look at anything but the floor, Kyle was trying to get Stan to look at him, and Sheila was looking at them both. She decided to break the silence.

"Do you boys need condoms as well or-"

"Ma!" They were all in varying degrees of embarrassment and apology.

"We can talk about this whenever you're ready, bubie." She said patiently, giving her son a peck on the forehead. She gave Stan a knowing smile and set the plate of chocolate chip cookies on Kyle's desk, leaving the room. It was just the two of them again.

They examined each other, both smiling ear to ear. No words were needed as Kyle grabbed two cookies, one for him and the other for Stan. They were eating the cookies and sitting on his bed when Kyle remembered.

"Oh!" Kyle went over to his backpack and rummaged a bit before he pulled out the red box. He held it out to Stan.

"For me?" Stan was dumbfounded, cookie crumbles on the corner of his mouth.

Kyle giggled and rolled his eyes, "Yes, dumbass, now open it!"

Stan couldn't fucking believe this. God, he's perfect. Stan was ready to thank every god for Kyle. In the heart-shaped box was a golden chain bracelet. It had two charms; one was a heart with a keyhole shape in the middle, another was the left side of a heart.

He thought he could combust into tears at any moment. He looked towards Kyle who beamed at him and held up his right arm. He pulled his sleeve down to reveal another gold chain bracelet. A key charm and the right side of a heart to match with his own.

"They're magnets," Kyle bought their bracelets together and the two halves connected forming a full heart.

"My other half." Stan grew teary, interlocking their hands.

"You're so sappy," Kyle said before kissing him again.

[pampulonad]

AGHSNAHANWAGAANAHSNA IM SO NORMAL ABOUT YOUR REPLY TO MY ASK,, @^@""""""""""""

also.. yesterday I spent 4. hours hard (/gender neutral) as fuuuuuuc b/c I ate ice cream + applesauce + fiber gummies + multiple glasses of water + fuit gummi (later in) and it made my belly SO. FUCKING. BIG AND ROOOOUND HOLY SHIT I FELT SO SO SO SEXY,,, I took SOOOOO many pictures of myself in tight clothes, different angles and some mirror pics, and I took some like progression photos ? and I am o b s e s s e d with swiping through them and seeing my belly bloat up bigger and bigger and oh my godddd. my belly was just fucking BULGING and felt sooo HEAVY and FULL and in the pics you can see the band of my lower belly puff up bigger and bigger and,,

hHHH I fucking groped and fondled and grabbed at my teenie littl belly roll and hips and thighs and ass for HOURS and I felt so fucking hot holy shittt I am actually in love with my own body bro I cannot lie ;; I've been trying passively lol to put a little weight on for the past few years, since (a) processing that I was underweight and (b) accepting that I am more attracted to big squishy bodies, b/c I realized I wanted a bigger squishier body

but yeah my tummy is still so so smol but I love it SOOOOOOOOO SO MUCH and I kept moaning that I have the sexiest tummy alive and moaning about my yummy roll(s) and squish and @~@"""""""" moaning that I'm so in love with my body as I made love to it and !!!!!! 🏳️‍⚧️ pleasure and self-intimacy (emotional and physical and sexual and mental and textual and medical and) ftw-

oghF and I haven't even gotten to how sloshy i was,, and later on that band of my lower belly got sooo gurgly~ and I recorded its grumbles and t-o-u-c-h-e-d-m-y-s-e-l-f to the playback and nngh..

and yeah this all took place over 5-6 hours @_@""

mMphhhhhhfUCK I am HORNIEE all over again for how fucking full I felt and how fucking sexy I was and the audio I captured and holy fuckkk I forgor to mention I recorded myself c-u-m-m-i-n-g for the first time (have never captured that before) and it is m e s m e r i z i n g ,, ? ?? I've never actually seen or heard what I'm like when I c-u-m and umhh.. to put it simply itttt VALIDATES the data is collected for 4 hours leading up to it so to summarize the results: in conclusion i am SOOOOOOOOO fucking sexyy,,,, I literally g-o-t off AGAIN to the video of me c-u-m-m-i-n-g in which I ram my fingers into my stomach to make my belly slosh all heavy and =@~@=""" in sync with myself just 30 minutes after..

but umhhh yea I wanted to share,,,, @~@""" I am still thinking about it and sweating profusely-

,.. ps I had some post c-o-i-t-a-l dysphoria afterward that I just distracted from eventually, but y'all got any advice or resources for handling that post-nut clarity? for me i know it's goin to involve some self acceptance, this is my kink and this is what I g-e-t-o-f-f to... i did some soothing affirmative self-talk that it's okay this is what I like and it's okay for me to love myself like this but. yeah if you or anyone has some words of wisdom I'd. take them

~ 💚💛

being comfortable with and loving your body? we love that here. i can confidently say that even with my intense voice dysphoria i still really find myself flushing hard at audios of myself when i jack off.

it’s poetic in a way to know how you sound during such an intimate moment because once you’re able to think and hear it for yourself, it feels so. idk? sexy???? mesmerizing as you put it

also for the last part: if you’re talking like “oh god i got off to this thing” i mostly just go “what the hell. everyone’s got weird shit they get off to and it ain’t right to be shaming others so why shame myself? bit of a double standard buddy” and then move on to whatever i want to do.

i don’t really bathe in the afterglow because my brain is quick to get distracted. the best i can say for handling it is that you are your own worst critic… just fuck yourself safely LOL

[little-shit-with-zero-control]

Alright here we go (because I have a lot of feelings):

TW: I'm gonna be a hater with MY OWN OPINIONS here, take it with a grain of salt. If you like it, that's fine. It is not an indicative of your morality and you can do what you want or what you feel is best. I even enjoy some fics that have these things. I am just a hater, ignore me or not

Reader characters that are described eenie, teenie, tiny, small whatever. Basically something that describes them as the standard skinny girl

This could include smaller waist, smaller wrist, smaller arms, etc. But somehow they always give them big boobs if the reader is female/AFAB (imo reader fics should try to be inclusive and it just takes me out of the fic when the fic's reader character gives off “typical skinny anime girl with big honkers” vibes). Omegaverse fics where the omega/beta reader is just a skinny twinky anime character makes me so mad because YOU DON'T HAVE TO MAKE THEM SMALLER!!! JUST HAVE THE LOVE INTEREST BE MUCH BIGGER AND STRONGER JESUS FUCKING CHRIST. I UNDERSTAND the desire for size difference and physical power imbalance (bcoz same 😌✋). But just highlight how big (or strong) the love interest/s is/are, not how small and petite Reader/YN is. Make the reader character feel suffocated. Make them feel the heebie jeebies. MAKE THEM FEEL SMALLER!!! TERRIFIED!!! SUFFOCATED!!! HAVE THEM OVERPOWER THE READER, NOT WEAKEN THE READER This is honestly easier to ignore with monsterfucker fics (in my own humble opinion) because no matter how big you are, the other person/monster is bigger (and stronger). You could have the monster in question haul you over without breaking a sweat no matter the height and weight (shout out to @obsessivevoidkitten and her monsterfucker fics especially for her size inclusive fics even if the fics isn't explicitly made for chubby readers, lemme take a second to put Yandere Bull Man (Arrin) x Reader here, cuz it's my fave and I always go back to it when I want to be comforted and spoiled) You mean to tell me that in order for this person to be able to overpower me, I have to be skinny?! This is the fic equivalent of me having to not wear heels so that my date is not insecure about their height eugghhhhh. Honestly fics like these sometimes are like those free size clothes where they promise you that it would fit you BUT IT DOESN'T and it. Just. RUINS. THE ENTIRE. EXPERIENCE!!!

The use of the word 'cunny'

WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOOIIIINGGGGGGGG!!! IS THIS A FANFIC OR A FUCKING COMMENT ON A LOLI ART POST IN A WEEB SUBREDDIT? I SWEAR TO GOD, YOU MIGHT AS WELL ADD THE 😭EMOJI!!! Pussy dessicating fr I swear, the amount of fanfic (especially König x reader fanfics) that uses that word makes me so mad. Like, really? Just use pussy or cunt or hole! This is prolly correlated to the 'small reader' complaint that I have because cunny implies a cute dainty reader but it just gives of "The love interest of this fic is actually Drake into underaged girls, not even a simply controversially yet legal young adult woman" vibes That word belongs in a comment section in a post of an underaged anime girl (who is totally a 1000 year old goddess bro trust me bro) not in a fanfic made by to get people's rocks off If I had a dick, it would retreat inside my body and go "euggghhhhh"

Gummy walls

You guys ruined Pinkie Pie's pet and chewing gum for me, fuck you

Overly feminine reader (and doesn't tag/say so)

By that I mean reader whose life gives off "Tiktok aesthetic" vibes. Like they give/describe reader wearing a very specified set of clothes or too much of a personality iykwim. It just rubs me the wrong way. This is an x reader not an oc x character. It just gives of Wattpad book vibes ngl

Long blocks of texts with no line breaks

Come on, now. It can't be that hard to press 'Enter'.

(e/c) (h/c) and the like

It just breaks the immersion and I don't want to pause reading just so I could recall what these are. Just say 'their eyes' or 'their hair'. This is actually much more common around 10-5 years ago than it is now so I don't see much of these thing

A fic that explicitly describes a reader with straight hair

As someone with curly hair and dealt with various mean (an understatement) things throughout her life until recently, this just irks me. It just takes me out of the fic. Even if it's a fic that only had the reader straighten their hair for no plot relevant reason. No. I would not fucking do that, that's nasty It's actually very rare that reader is given an explicitly straight hair, jut implied

Accents that are written so strongly in a fic that I just can't understand it.

Common in COD fics with Soap in it. Like I don't know if you are making fun of him and other Scottish people or if that's really how Scottish people talk. Now it prolly might be a skill issue because English is my second language and my grasp on the English language is based on how school taught it to us at a young age and my exposure to various media and the internet at a young age but still.

No punctuation and all lowercase

I don't mind bad grammar or spelling mistakes (if it's not THAT bad) because I know that English can be hard for people who are not exposed to it at a young age. But it does slightly bother me if there is no proper punctuation because it makes it harder for me to read it, same goes to all lowercase fics (it's fine if it's short but it slightly hurts my eyes when it's 2k+ words)

Bimbo Reader where the other characters (the love interest) clearly don't care about reader's interests

Boo. Jail for them other charas. Not all of them are bad. I actually liked some of them but that's because the characters in the fic took interests in the BReader's likes and hobbies and showcased their dynamics. Now, I do understand that the writers are into degradation and dehumanization that a Bimbo reader fic can give but again, I'm just not into it.

Characters that are too ooc that it might as well be a whole new character

Reader being given a name

That's an OC, dumbass

Cheating Yanderes that don't get their comeuppance

FUCK YOU!!! I hope your favorite female character from a shonen anime becomes a housewife with no other personality other than wife and mom.

Reader having an explicit callsign (COD specific)

I just feel like is the same as giving the reader chara a name. Kinda like how Simon is Ghost, Johnny is Soap, and Kyle is Gaz.

Reader being given specific descriptions (even if they don't have any explicit name) such as hair, body type, outfit, etc.

That's an OC with extra steps Now, I would have to explain myself a little bit further here. I am referring to when a fic just straight up describes the reader character that might as well be a description for an OC (giving them specific eye color, hair color, body type etc. combined). I am not talking about fics that is something on the lines of chubby!Reader, curly!Reader, etc. These are fics made because most fics are made with assumption that the MC is skinny, has straight hair, and vaguely European or American or white or light-skinned, and it does makes others that do not fit this demographic alienated. These fics are there to make others feel included and seen. And I fucking love them

Characters who have some kind of mental disorder (let's say anxiety) being babyfied or owo-fied

Neurodivergent characters being infantilized

Now for my (possibly) unpopular opinion

Y/N is fine, actually

I want to say that in my heart of hearts. Y/N and their cousin, [Name], isn't really that bad or immersion breaking. Y/N is like a self-insert we play as. They are here to represent us. They are our eyes and ears. It is our player character. Our avatar. We are them. They are us. I don't mind a fic going: "Y/N!!!" instead of You hear someone shout out your name because in my opinion it just fits the pacing and the vibes more. Of course, it is better to minimize the usage of Y/N but if you feel like it fits the pacing/wording/situation/overall vibe/feeling better, using Y/N might actually work better instead of various alternatives. Sometimes a nickname or epithet could work but sometimes, good ol' reliable Y/N L/N is just better.

Again, I want to say that there are fics that had the stuff from the above that I enjoyed and even if I didn't, I know that it was very great but not something that I, myself specifically, liked.

y’all, what’s something that will turn you away from a fic? it could be anything. dialogue, formatting, the way a person is being described, secondhand embarrassment, characterization, etc?

[freakaurus-rex]

i am rating the mushroom emoji on different platforms and nobody can stop me

dearest thanks to emojipedia for [most of] the mushroom pictures i used here

Apple

3/10. not terrible, but it looks more like a toddlers drawing of a mushroom than something youd actually find in nature. two points are there because it looks like a gummy

Google

4/10. just apples emoji but more simple. extra point for the stem looking more like an actual mushroom stem though

Samsung

7/10. i am slightly biased as i have a samsung but it looks much better than the other two so far. its shape is much more realistic both for the stem and the cap, but the shading is fucking terrible

Microsoft

2/10. it looks decent on a small scale [as emojis are supposed to be viewed] but it loses all of its charm once you look at it up close. it is, in all honesty, fucking disgusting. both of the points are from personal bias

Whatsapp

4/10. a solid shroom. i really fucking hate the yellow spots but the frilly bits on the stem negates that hatred somewhat. the shading is terrible on the cap but i can let that be. one point deducted because while writing this i realized it was called whatsapp because it sounds like "Whats up" and that should be a felony

Twitter

2/10. i hate this one. from the grey stem to the semicircle cap to the literally fucking everything. its terrible. i wouldve given this a 1/10 if it wasnt for the pink spots

Facebook

1/10. WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS. it looks horrid in every sense of the word dear god. it tried so hard to redeem itself by being all bent but that just made it even worse. terrible fucking shroom

Skype

4/10. just twitters emoji but with better colours. i wouldve given this a 5/10 if it werent for the stems shape, it looks like a funnel bro thats not how mushrooms are built. also holy shit why is this one so much bigger than the rest

JoyPixels

5/10. not much to say about this one. its a mushroom and not a very exciting one

OpenMoji

8/10. YOOOOOO!!!! LITTLE GUY!!!!! he looks so serene. so much emotion in one small drawing of a mushroom. i would give my life for him. his name is Gary

[garoujo]

WHAT’RE YOU DOING STEP BRO? — TOKYO REVENGERS

feat : sano manjiro, ryuguji ken, hanma shuji, haitani rindou + ran, sanzu haruchiyo.

♱ warnings — stepcest, pseudocest, f!reader, a little manipulation, creampies, exhibitonism, fingering, haitani threesome, possessiveness, teasing, they all refer to you as their little sister / call themselves your big brother but there’s no blood relation, hanma is a lil mean, very minor use of nii-chan, dry humping.

♱ note — jjk version. i forgot how much i love this, truly. :(

・✶ ｡ﾟSANO MANJIRO / MIKEY

you were all he had, his pretty little sister who he treated so softly, sometimes you forgot that you weren’t blood related. but it was you who knew mikey best, who knew his tells and what made him twitch and sigh, you only wanted to be as good to him as he was to you — so when you offer to make him feel better, let him bury his face between your thighs, it would be mean of you to deny him.

“m-mikey, but—what if someone’s sees.” you whisper softly, a whimpery, small sound that has mikey humming as he circles your puffy clit with two fingers while he presses kisses along your cheeks. “‘ts fine, then they’d know who you belong to.” it’s filthy, the effect that the low drawl of his tone has on your body, melting into your step brothers chest like it was the most natural thing in the world and maybe it would’ve been if it didn’t make it easier for him to sink two of his fingers into your pussy.

mikey’s eyes are heavy lidded when he looks at you, face carefully blank but he can’t deny the warmth that pools in his stomach, his desire for his pretty little sister so evident in the way his hard cock is straining, leaking and throbbing from where it’s pressed against his abdomen as you hump and fuck yourself against his palm, smearing your slick along the shaft with every intoxicating roll of your hips. “f-feels too good.” you sound through a pout and your thighs threaten to close at the first too deep touch of his fingers against your swollen spots, making mikey click his tongue before he’s hooking your thigh around his waist to keep your spread open.

“thought you liked when i touched you. ‘m the only one who can do it right. you’re not supposed to lie to your brother, remember?” his voice is deeper now, his words accompanied by his fingers curling deep inside your gummy walls — twisting his wrist as he lets you fuck yourself on them, grazing the heel of his hand against your clit with every wet squelch of your pussy “n-no, wouldn’t lie to you. i like it, p-promise.” you gasp, moaning so pretty when you feel mikey’s free hand rest against your cheek before he’s tilting your head back, exposing your neck for him to suck marks into your skin, how else would people know you’re his little sister? he needs to mark you, show the world you’re his as he rolls his tongue over the skin after, just as your pussy squeezes around his fingers. “then tell your big brother how much you love him when you cum.”

・✶ ｡ﾟRYUGUJI KEN / DRAKEN

draken really tried so hard to resist you, his pretty little step sister who was always so sweet to him despite how intimidating he looked at first. but you were so soft, such a stark contrast to his sharp edges and rough exterior but fuck—when he first got a taste of just how fucking sweet your cunt felt wrapped around his thick cock, he knew he was fucked.

“fuck, princess. di’nt wanna do this, why’d you have to be so fuckin’ cute.” draken knows it’s wrong, his mind screaming at him to just get up and leave before he’s too far gone and the words seem like they grow louder with every inch of his cock he sinks into your throbbing cunt. it’s disgusting, he’d tell himself when he caught himself staring at the swell of your ass or the bounce of your tits when you came to the shop, but even then he couldn’t bring himself to pull away, it’s not like you were his real sister and as soon as he even tries to fight the hazy frame of mind, your pussy squeezes around him and he knows hes fucked. fuck—he swore he’d protect you against people like him, but now you’re grabbing and whimpering for him and he feels like the one who’s in danger.

your lashes brush your cheeks when you give him a look that makes his cock twitch, a dreamy sort of blink that lingers when your lips part to moan and fuck—he already wants to hear it again. “goddamn, princess. pussy’s so fuckin’ tight, relax.” draken grunts before he’s pulling his hips back, thighs twitching from where he’s got you pressed against the back wall in the garage and this would fucking ruin him if he got caught. but you’re his little sister and you’re so fucking sweet and pretty and you’re all he has, all he needs when he fucks into you — your big strong brother who’s losing himself in the eager spread of your pussy when it’s wrapped around his thick cock.

you feel draken hum when he kisses you, rutting his hips into you deeper, harder as he tries to silence the sounds he’s fucking out of you as you fall into a blissful headspace that has him pushing his name between your lips. “y’re so fuckin’ pretty, fuck—you wanted this, didn’t you? only had to ask, baby. can’t tell nobody how good—shiit, your big brother is to you, alright?” his voice feels like it drips through you as his heavy balls meet your skin with every sharp, wet smack of his hips, driving into your pussy with the strength in his well built body until you’re a mess of spit and sweat against him. “never gonna be able to s-stop now, princess. feels too fuckin’ good.”

・✶ ｡ﾟHANMA SHUJI

you had such high hopes when you’d first been introduced to shuji, seeing his expensive suit and daunting presence had you curious about the man. but he was so fucking mean, such a tease and he loved the reactions he was able to pull out of you, letting his hands pull and grope at your body whenever you’re both left alone and you hate the way you love it.

“oh? you’re so fucking filthy, doll.” god—you both fucking were, hanma thinks to himself as he bounces you, his pretty little step sister on his cock even though his mind is screaming about how wrong it is, he’d be branded a sick fuck if anyone found out but that realisation just makes it even more thrilling and you were fucking intoxicating. the way you’re blinking down at him with that glassy, doe-eyed look he loves so much, you were basically begging for him to fuck you dumb and he knows you’re just so eager to please him, to act out the part of the perfect little sister just so he’ll be kind to you.

“we must both be fuckin’ sick in the head. just wanna bounce on your big brothers cock all night, yeah? gonna fuckin’ ruin you for anyone else, baby.” your step brother asks with another lewd, wet connection of your hips and it’s so fucking sexy the way you moan for him, pinning your chest against his as he pinches at your ass and grinds his cock into your walls. hanma loves toying with you, especially when you’re so responsive when he’s catching your sensitive nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pulling, hearing you yelp and moan and cry about how nii-chan is so mean, and the nickname he’d fucked into your pretty little head still makes him throb before he’s sending you a smirk that looks just as unhinged as it does handsome.

“you let anyone else touch this pussy, ‘ll knock their teeth out — but you like that, don’t you? like when your big brother protects you.” hanma goads and the amber in his eyes looks dangerous when they’re narrowed up at you, but that look makes something warm burst along your thighs when he grazes his cock along your sweet spots, his pace and pressure unrelenting, and the way he’s fucking you makes your mind feel like it’s numb. “y-yes, love it shuji. don’t want anyone but you, ah!” god he feels so fucking greedy when he deliberately slows his pace, making you whine in that little pathetic, whispery tone that has him groaning — moving his fingers to pinch and swirl around your clit just so he can hear you say his name again. “‘m the one you need protecting from, doll. fuck—don’t hold back on me, or else.”

・✶ ｡ﾟHAITANI RINDOU / HAITANI RAN

you loved your step brothers truly, they both spoiled you and doted over you. so you didn’t question when they invited you over to your childhood home for a weekend, promising your parents that they’ll take good care of you while they enjoy dinner together, until they’ve got you pressed between them in the same bed you grew up in — but now they’ve got you all to themselves.

“you’re sensitive.” ran drawls from where he’s kneeling between your spread thighs, and it’s almost embarrassing the way he’s looking down at your glistening folds with a tilt of his head, keeping you spread lewdly as his thumb rolls your clit in sticky circles. “aren’t you? so pathetic.” he goads again before his lilac eyes are meeting yours with a heat that feels like it burns you, and you’d turn to hide your face if rindou didn’t have you held tight against his chest, his fingers clasped around your jaw to make you watch, listening to the sounds your step brother’s pulling from you. “already so wet for your brothers, princess. such a dirty girl.” you hear the younger of the two rasp at your side as he draws back onto his knees, pulling down his sweats with ease to reveal the thick shaft of his cock.

your thighs twitch when your attention is drawn back to your brother between your legs, feeling him spit on your clit before he’s suckling on the sensitive bud lightly and pulling away to line up his cock with a dangerous grin. “you’re a twisted little thing, aren’t you, sweet girl?” ran asks before he’s pushing the blunt tip into the tight pull of your walls and sinking into you, and the stretch of his cock makes you whine before you feel rindou’s fingers graze your cheek to turn you towards him, grunting when you let your tongue lick along the slit of his cock. “you gonna take care of your big brothers, doll? we’re always so good to you. you owe us, right?” he asks again before he’s pushing his cock past your lips, groaning when he feels you choke, the tight tunnel of your throat squeezing around him as it’s paired with a slow roll of ran’s hips.

“fuck—just like that, princess.” rindou grunts before he’s beginning a pace that makes you feel dizzy, the heavy weight of his cock pushing up against your airways with every thrust and you feel mindless when ran pinches at your clit at the same time, following it with teasing but deep thrusts that have your thighs squeezing around his hips while you choke on his brothers cock. your eyes roll back at the overwhelming bliss you feel spin in your mind before rindou pulls back to let you breathe, cupping his balls as he gives his cock a few rough strokes and taps it against your tongue when it rolls past your lips. “our little sister is a real fuckin’ treat.”

・✶ ｡ﾟSANZU HARUCHIYO

he was so fucking sick of people calling him a sister-fucker, teasing him about how much he spoiled and melted for you just with a bat of your eyelashes. sanzu would admit that he loves you, more than a regular step brother should, more than anyone else ever could — you may not be his blood, but you’re his and how can they even call him a sister fucker when he’s not fucked you … yet.

“they didn’t say anything to you, did they, angel?” sanzu asks you, his breath rolling over your cheek from where he’s so delicately placed you in his lap and pulled your face close to his. he should’ve known better than to leave you alone with the haitani’s, nobody should even look at you. nobody but him, you were his. he knew you loved him too— he could tell with how sweet you were to him despite his more impulsive tendencies, so he decides that he’s going to finally have you when you gasp at the sudden brush of his lips along your skin. your eyes are wide at the sudden feeling of your step brothers mouth against your own, his ringed fingers pressing against the back of your neck to keep you in place as he pulls you into his softly — greedily taking anything you offer him.

“haru—what..” you mumble against his lips, fingers twitching in the expensive fabric of his dress shirt before they relax again and sanzu feels his cock twitch when you give in to him, parting your lips for the sudden push of his tongue as it slides messy along your own and he groans, he was the best at taking care of you after all and you don’t want to disappoint. it’s lewd the way he sucks at your tongue, letting his fingers trail along your skin to cup your jaw and pull your hips against his. “your big brother ‘s gonna take care of you, angel. you wanna make me feel good, don’t you? when ‘m always so good to you.” after all your brother was so sweet to you, feeling him only pull away to place a few open mouthed kisses along your jawline and neck.

“hope they didn’t toy with you, princess. i’ll kill them, you’re mine, little sister’s so sweet for only me.” sanzu grunts and you can feel the weight of his cock twitch against your thigh, throbbing behind his slacks when you slur out his name and grab at his hair, making him coo before he’s rocking his cock gently against your clothed heat. “y-yes, only for you, haru.” you gasp and he feels like he might pass out at how well you listen to him, so fucking pliant and he feels suddenly too warm under his clothes when you push down onto his cock again. you feel so good and he feels like animal when he ruts into you, breathing hard as he bites and kisses along your skin. “fuck, atta girl, angel. only your big brother can make you feel good.”

© 2022 garoujo. please do not copy any of my layouts or writing and translate or repost onto any other sites.

[kanao-kyun]

Damn, that tokrev fuck their lil bro's crush is lit. May i request for taboo kind of thing? Like professor and student relationship with taiju and ran? If you're not comfortable with it you can delete this ask!

Characters: professor! Taiju Shiba/Ran Haitiani x Student! reader

Tw: age gap, student x teacher relationship, toxic! Taiju, fucking in school uniform, Taiju is a warning himself, rough fucking, blowjob, manipulative behavior, mentions of virginity loss, toxic! Ran

Synopsis: It’s forbidden, but did he care? Not one fucking bit. Seeing you drunk off his cock is worth the risk.

a/n: Part 2 here

Taiju Shiba

Your Sensei is anything but friendly! Failing you on purpose so you can stay after school for “tutoring sessions” only to have you bend over on his desk as he takes you from behind.

“S-Sensei! Somebody could w-walk in-“ choking up on your pleads as his thrusts have no intention of stopping anytime soon.

“Does it look like I give a fuck,” the tall man stops for a moment to smack your already reddened ass, making you yelp from the harsh contact, “and what did I tell you about calling me sensei? It’s Taiju in private bunny~” His evil grin widens, shoving his cock further into your gummy walls.

You felt full; how can you not when your teacher is abnormal in height and length! “I-I’m sorry!” Crying out in apology, clutching onto the corners of his messy desk that’s now covered in spit and cum from previous positions. Ignoring your crying, the tall male hikes your skirt up further to get a better look at your soaping cunt. He was somewhat amazed that you can fit all of him inside after losing your V-card to him not too long ago.

Just the thought of how you struggled so much to take his veiny cock into your tight pussy for the first time gave him more energy. "Just like that baby, you're taking me so well." You could feel your heart jump out of your chest at his praise. You whine as you shifted your position allowing him to burying himself deeper inside you.

“Sensei, please~ Fuck!” Just hearing your adorable cries and feeling your shaking body against his is pure bliss! No wonder why he favors you out of all the desperate whores in his classes.

Grabbing your hair, he pulls you up against his tatted chest and bites the arch that connects your shoulders to your neck, leaving huge bleeding teeth marks that will surely leave a bruise.

“I thought to told you….” muscular man lifts your leg, thrusting in deeper and more intricate, making you scream with the pain and pleasure mixed. “Don’t. Call. Me. Sensei.” With each word, his thrust became more erratic.

Yeah, good luck coming to class tomorrow~

Ran Haitiani

He’s the type to manipulate his way into your heart. The friendly and caring Haitiani Sensei takes care of your every need, not just his. It’s not like he’s using you! He does eventually grow to care for you more further into the taboo relationship.

“Just like that princess~” his large hand cress the messy (h/c)-haired head tenderly, looking down upon his beloved student with heart eyes, “you’re doing so well for me~.”

His breath hitched for a moment, feeling his length go deeper into your throat that caused you to gag a bit. “Don’t rush, sweetheart. We have all the time in the world.” The worry in his tone made you pull away, a line of spit connecting to his cock to your pink lips.

“I just want to make you feel good, Sensei~” you look up at your favorite teacher with glossy puppy eyes as you rub up and down on his hard cock slowly, earning a sexy groan from your mentor. The way you look so obedient; on your knees, uniform wrinkled, and pink tint lipstick smeared. A fucking sight to see, making the older male felt love sick from it.

You were always so kind, going out of your way to please the older man while risking your reputation altogether. Ran almost felt touched. Almost. “You’re so kind, Princess,” Pushing your head back to his length, he urges you to keep going, “but I didn’t tell you to stop~” Ran’s voice deepens as if he’s warning you.

Immediately you take the needy man back into your mouth, sucking the swollen red tip while giving kitten licks to his leaking slit. “Holy shit, Princess! When did you get so good?” His moans and praises encourage you to continue with the act but with more aggression.

Hollowing your cheeks, you slowly take Ran’s cock back into your hot mouth. The older Haitani throws his head back and moans at the delicious feeling.

Drunk off of pleasure, you wasted no time, you didn’t tease or anything, just went straight to business on your Mentors dick. Having one hand gripping his hip and the other wrapped around the base of the length, squeezing gently. Ran moaned at the feeling of his precious student’s tongue as you swirled around sensually to get more of the sweet taste.

You were always so sweet to your Sensei~

© 2021 kanao-kyun

[craziechwiv]

Nora: So there I was, standing beside the most wonderful man in the world and our fearless leader's right hand gal, we walked first into the arena, facing the enemy with brave faces plastered all over our noggins! Or so we thought, it was quiet. Too quiet.. It turns out, it was a trap. The visions of seeing my love push me out of harms way as the tripwire set by one of our enemies triggered a dozen explosive shells to fall on him...oh god poor Renny...

Lie Ren: Nora, I'm still alive...

Nora: SHH, LEMME FINISH! Where was I? Oh yes, after I saw my partner get taken from me, I saw red! And only red, which is a sign I might go color blind that we might need to check out...but let's ignore that for another time.

Lie Ren: Wait what?

Nora: ANYWHO, I spotted the sister of the enemy, preparing to attack with her partner. So, an eye for an eye as they say. The Kitty cat was curious to see if she could take on me after she was responsible for taking away my Renny...well. Curiosity killed the cat! AND I WAS CURIOSITY IF YOU COULDN'T GUESS!

Blake: How long is she going to tell this story?

Yang: Shh, it's getting good.

Nora: So both sides are down a soldier already, first blood was spilled dreadfully, like smelling burnt pancakes in the morning. I was still aching for revenge, and I just pissed off their heavy hitter. A fight that was glorious, suspenseful, AND ULTIMATELY-

Yang: You lost due to me being the superior hitter, we all know~

Nora: So, what happened when your sister shot me with that electricity shot, forgetting I eat those up like gummy vitamins?

Yang: ...Rubes.

Ruby: Nora why.

Nora: NOW LET ME FINISH!

Prof. Ozpin: No need, Ms. Valkyrie. I've heard enough. You are all on a one month cookie ban for destroying not only parts of the campus thanks to your so-called; 'Cookie war'. NOT ONLY for damaging several students who were in this war of yours too!

Jaune: In hindsight, maybe it wasn't best for Neptune and Sun to be out different sides...wonder how they're doing now.

~In said hospital~

Sun, staring daggers at Neptune.

Neptune: ...Okay in my defense, I didn't try to hit you that hard.

Sun: You hit me...IN THE CHEST! MY BEST FEATURE! HOW COULD YOU?!

Neptune: Oh, oh? So we're not going to ignore you using my head like a fucking drum with your nun chunks?!

Sun: YOU SIDED WITH THE ENEMY! NO MERCY FROM ME, 'BRO'.

Neptune: DON'T YOU BRO ME!

Coco and Velvet were in the other room, ignoring the two idiots in the other room while they also plotted how to get back at their team mates for choosing chocolate chip instead of raisins.

Fox: In hindsight, it was dumb to begin with...

Velvet: Says the one without the use of sight...

Coco: And who's side lost.

Fox: Pray I forget before we get out of here, or both of you are dead when we get back to the dorms.

~Back in Ozpin's office~

Prof. Ozpin: Who cares? The most important reason for this who ordeal and why I am so mad at you a...

RWBY & JNPR: Is?

Prof. Ozpin: You didn't include White chocolate macadamia cookies! THOSE ARE THE BEST COOKIES.

RWBY & JNPR: ...

Ruby: Jaune.

Jaune: Yes Rubes?

Ruby: Truce?

Jaune: For now.

Prof. Ozpin: What are you guys planning?

Team RWBY & JNPR don't say a word as they slowly raise their weapons and point them at their headmaster.

Prof. Ozpin: I die on this hill that they are the best...you all are just afraid to admit it.

Jaune: Mm... I think I outdid myself this time.

Ruby: Hey, Ja- (Gasps) Are those cookies?!

Jaune: Yup! Old family recipe~. Want one?

Ruby: Heck yeah! (Bites one) BLECH! What the hell is this?! This isn't chocolate chip!

Jaune: Nope! It's oatmeal raisin.

Jaune: IT'S BETTER THAN CHOCOLATE CHIP.

Ruby: ...

Ruby: (Inhale)

Ruby: (Violently leaps at Jaune)

THUS BEGAN THE ROSE-ARC BLOOD FEUD