#hes in the club asking where the fat bitches are at

[bambieluv]

Not people on tiktok hating on Lola because loki likes her saying shit like she isn't attractive enough for him, like he clearly doesn't want skinny bitches

[willyoubemycherryy]

Counting Licks (Bo Chow x Reader)

Summary: He does bite- never too hard though…

Contains: smut, giving a bitch sum head or sum, minimal plot, no I genuinely mean it, oral (f. receiving), kissing, dirty talk, refers to the 🐱 as ‘her’, he’s feral for the cookie, pussydrunk Bo, biting, petnames, “I ain’t never date no man who ain’t suck me off the bone”, BITINGGGG, public, but u guys are alone, I saw sinners again last night and this is the product so good luck

A/N- if you see a mind running around that looks lost, it’s mine. Leave it be.

+ with @bochowswife and @taylormarieee in mind🥰🎀

*Takes place in the ‘fix it’ universe

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The club had been open for weeks and had been a bigger success than originally planned.

It was kind of an unspoken rule that anyone in attendance didn’t mention the incident from that night, it being “bad mojo” and all that and people were only too happy to put it behind them.

Another thing that happened by the end of the first week was the switch from plantation credits to actual money or change. Quarters, dimes, nickels, were all welcome as long as it could spend. They changed it in a way that business wasn’t affected but worked for the locals. Now, prices were different depending on what they was drinking and that did wonders for money flow. So much in fact, that they needed help managing it all.

That’s where you and Bo come in.

Managing his own store and such, Bo was good with numbers- quick too- a trusted friend of the twins, and he’d been there to help them set up since day 1. So when the twins asked him to do the till counts during near end of the first half of the night, it was an easy yes. Surprisingly enough, Smoke and Stack were on the same page with not minding Bo bringing you into the office with him while he worked; claiming you kept him focused and that was that but….

Bo was supposed to be counting the tills and you were supposed to keep him focused.

“Mmmm, she’s so sweet baby”,

Bo purrs in that heady southern drawl before he laps another firm drag up your slit. “Nice n’ wet f’me..”.

A debauched moan bubbles deep from your chest as Bo slurps your clit into his mouth with a drunken hum. The vibrations make your head spin, lower stomach tensing up as you try to ground yourself before you lose your mind but Bo doesn’t let up- can’t bring himself to. Not when you coat his mouth with your taste looking like the answer to every prayer he’s ever prayed with full lips and wide eyes that constantly looked at him like you didn’t just want him but needed him.

He groans, pulling away with a string of saliva connecting you, smacking his lips hungrily as his hands help themselves to your curves and god- you melt. Much like ice would under the heat of the devil’s tongue only faster this time because pleasure is always better when business is meant to be the goal. Tingling nips to your thighs trail back up slowly to your wetness and you suck in a deep breath through your teeth, heavy arousal licking flames across your skin making you sweat. The music outside was loud enough to drown out your activities which was great because Bo was aiming to suck you off the bone.

Gripping the fat of your hip, he pulls you closer against his open mouth- tongue wet, hot, and insistent as he hungrily licks inside you. The pleasure is crushing and your hands find his hair, petting and messing at it weakly while you gasp and whine in bliss. Bo takes your throbbing bud in his mouth again, lapping stroke after stroke against the underside of your clit before rolling it between his teeth and you jolt as he bites down with just enough pressure for the pain to warm before he soothes it with a heavy lave of his tongue and you cry out so hard it feels like your chest is caving in.

“B-Bo! We-, the t-ti- fuuuck!” You can’t even string a sentence together with the way he’s taking you apart, sucking your clit like a piece of candy before rolling the sensitive swollen nub back between his teeth and you’re shaking. Eyes fluttering back as the most pitiful choked out sobs you’ve ever heard from yourself fall from your lips as you grind up into his handsome face.

It’s as if you’re floating. His hands are so big and rough- strong and everywhere. You might be crying for real now. Bo’s so hard that the blood rush makes his ears ring but he couldn’t be bothered to pay that any mind.

Not when you’re so close.

“Thaaat’s it sweet thing..”

And you’re crying and stuttering in that sweet, pretty, way you did whenever you got real close-your hips bucking up into his greedy maw and he can feel the way your leaking hole twitches under his tongue and he growls. A hand leaves your hips in favor of stuffing three of his fingers knuckle deep inside your spasming cunny as he catches your clit and bites- flattening his tongue to soothe the pain sweetly and he’s so sloppy with it as his fingers lazily stretch you open that you can’t take it anymore. It’s too good- too much.

The slutty arch of your back doesn’t make your orgasm any easier to bear as it tears clean through you, coming so hard you hear sight. Heart beating through your chest as you scream, spraying his thick fingers and sinful mouth with a hot burst of your slick. It gives Bo goosebumps as he moans into your flushed skin, mouth working even harder as he laps up your release. Even sucking you off his fingers before rushedly undoing his pants and jerking his fat throbbing shaft off with that same hand. Burying his head back to finish cleaning you up, the sweet taste and smell is so fucking good- so heady- that he’s coming minutes later into the hand that’s soaked with you, resting his head against your thigh while you catch your breath and wait for your senses to realign so you can convince him to take you home.

Till counting long forgotten.

[onmyyan]

Hear me out

A/N: Part two to this post where a messy bitch tries to flirt with cas in front of you , sum light

T/W'S: YANDERE SMUT, PUBLIC SEX, ANGRY SEX (NOT ANGRY WITH READER), HAIR PULLING, CREAMPIES, ORAL(F RECEIVING), SOFT DOM CAS

One look, one single lust fueled look was all it took for him to have you sitting on the cold countertop in the club's boujie bathroom, your thighs wrapped so snugly around his head you were afraid with one wrong room you'd crush him, he couldn't be happier.

His hot tongue licked hard, long strokes, dancing in and out of your winking hole, aching to be filled by his familiar warmth. "Please- baby I need you- need'a feel you inside." His response was to suck a mean kiss into your clit, the bundle of nerves lighting up as if electrified.

Little huffs leave your lips as he works you over, his tongue flicking mean strokes over every inch of your pussy, placing a sloppy kiss to your bundle of nerves he tapped your thigh twice, the signal he used when he wanted your attention. "Keep your eyes on me Honey." It wasn't a request it was a statement, a demand, he was clearly still angry about something and it was coming out in your favorite way.

"And don't even think about covering this pretty mouth okay?" He stood up, his big hands squeezing the flesh of your waist, pulling you against the bulge in his pants and whining softly against your lips, "wanna' hear you pretty." His smile was far too innocent for what he did next, "tell me how this feels hon." He didn't give you a moment to think about it as his thick pointer finger plunged inside your messy cunt, curling up at just the right angle to have you crying out, at first you couldn't answer, mind too lost in the sudden onslaught of pleasure, he didn't like this, pulling your hair in a firm, but gentle grip and he forced you to look at him. "I said use your words Honey."

"Fuck!- Cas oh God h- it feels good, you feel good.", your hips involuntarily buck against his hand as he coo's down at you, he wasted no time adding a second finger, his breath matching your own, his eyes honed in on your face, addicted to your reactions, he licked his lips, smirking softly as his thumb begins circling your clit

"Want your cum- need to feel it, please Baby."

He whispered against your skin while sucking a fat bruise into the flesh just below your ear, his tongue flicking out over the wound sweetly, he pulled himself out of his pants and boxers in one hasty motion, "Spit for me lovely." He asked cupping his free hand under your fucked out face, he smiled down at you proudly as you did as he asked, "Good girl." He says, affection and love in his eyes as he prepares to fuck you like a whore.

He lubes up his cock with the spit, biting his lip at his impatience , but he was so infuriated that vile woman tried what she did, he needed to show everyone, her, especially you, exactly who he belongs to.

With the mess you were making on the countertop, a pearl of cum drips down your thighs, the same mess covering his face and hand, with a kiss to your temple he inches his way inside, not bothering to be quiet, he hisses, grunting with every quick thrust, whining your name loudly as his hips begin to piston in and out, he pulled you flush against him, wrapping your legs around his hips with one hand while the other held you up against him by the meat of your ass, he bounced you on his cock like a toy, lifting you with ease, the sensation making you gush around him, it was almost too much, how he jackrabbits himself, how he didn't care about the pounding at the door or the fact that the people outside could absolutely hear you two over the music.

It didn't matter to either of you, not with that electric way he brushed against that spot with every mean smack of his hips into your own, he had you moaning like a pornstar, he sucked your tongue with a moan, "Take this dick- it's yours Ma-" he hisses through his teeth, the growl in his voice making your clench around him, "All. Fuckin. Yours." He punctuated with a thrust on each word making you cry out for him, he had a feeling he knew one of the perverts listening in outside, and he hoped the bitch heard him tearing your guts up.

[mistress-skywalker]

So that ugly duckling to swan thing

Reader is the club leader for plants and animals and is considered 'ugly' (I'm think of reader kinda be long like Fluttershy from MLP). So anakin and his friends think it be funny if anakin dates her as a joke and stuff. Anakin is with padme btw. So reader and anakin start dating and spending time together and having cute moments, anakin decides to stay at school late and talk with friends and reader pretends to leave but quietly follows him only to hear anakin mocking and making fun of her and everything. Seeing anakin and padme kissing reader quietly and unnoticed runs away and home, where she runs into her home crying startling her older brother. Upon seeing her cry and how she wishes she wasn't so fat and ugly she wouldn't get used and asked her brother for help. Then COVID happens and she's goes remote and works on her self and learns to do self care and all that so when they are allowed to come back to in person learning she's drop dead gorgeous (lowkey muscle mommy now and very confident) and walks to her locker and no one knows it's her until anakin pulls up and starts flirting with her. Reader says you have a girlfriend and you're wasting my time again sunshine (reader is the only one to call anakin sunshine) and he's shocked. What ever happens is up to you but I love me a bad bitch

I might have to make a part two to this eventually. Hope you enjoy!! <3

Warnings: angst, no comfort || self image issues || brief body description || Anakin being an ass

“I can’t believe she’s actually buying it, Ani.” Padmé giggles, clinging onto his muscular arm.

Anakin laughs heartily as well, “I can’t either. Thought with grades like that she’d be smart enough to know I wouldn’t want someone like her.” He shakes his head, an amused smile still on his lips, “I almost feel bad. Almost.”

They both laugh, their friends joining in.

Your heart sinks from where you were listening around a corner. Of course there had been a small voice in the back of your mind nagging at you that he wasn’t into you. But every little ‘hey sunshine, how’s my favorite girl doing today?’ dulled out that worry.

You can’t stomach any more of their mocking insults. Your weight, your looks, your style, even the way you laugh. The cherry on top is when he kisses who you now have realized is his actual girlfriend. Quickly you turn back and hurry out of the school and back home, trying to hold back on letting your tears fall until you were safely in your room.

But of course, your brother notices something is wrong. “Hey, squirt, what’s wrong?” He asks as you quickly kick your shoes off, concern evident in his voice.

“Anakin.” You sniffle.

“What did that asshole do?”

“He’s been lying to me.” You fill him in, ranting animatedly as you cry. You end it with “Help make me prettier. Please?”

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That was then. Before the whole Covid lockdown but it became your biggest motivator. You spent practically every day holed up in your room, working out, making diet changes, etc.

You stare at yourself for a long while in the mirror after getting dressed for your first day back. You’d taken up remote classes instead even once everything was in person again. You take in your body, now an hourglass figure that had been there under the pounds of fat that was shed. The outfit you wore was still out of your comfort zone but you wanted to show off the body you worked so hard for.

With one last once over you head out, your heart pounding in your chest.

To say you turn heads when you walk in is an understatement. Before you were used to snickering not mouths open in awe. It’s when you stop at your locker and start putting things away that the biggest surprise happens.

“Hey there beautiful, haven’t seen you around before. Y’know if you need a personal tour guide, I’d be more than happy to offer my assistance.”

You’d recognize that voice anywhere. You look over to where he’s casually leaning his shoulder up against the locker beside your’s. “No thanks, I’m good.” You say coolly.

Anakin’s eyebrows raise up. He’s not used to someone turning him down, especially not so quickly, brushing him off as if he didn’t matter. “Oh c’mon, it’ll be fun. I can’t let a pretty girl struggle all on her own. It wouldn’t be right.”

“I said I’m not interested.”

“I know you said that, but I happen to be very persuasive and in tune with a woman’s body.”

“You’re wasting my time again, sunshine.” You slam your locker shut, “besides, don’t you have a girlfriend?”

Anakin’s eyes nearly bulge out of his head. There’s no way that you were you, right? He quickly pushes off the locker and scrambles to follow after you, trying to play it off. “I- uh..what’re you talking about?”

“I don’t need help, Anakin, especially not your’s.” You continue down the hall as if he wasn’t trying to keep up with you.

He lets his eyes roam unabashedly down your new form. “There’s no way.” He says a little louder than he intended, his steps faltering for a moment but then he quickly scrambles after you again. “You- wow you changed so much. You look incredible.”

“I know.” You say coolly.

He swallows, his mouth suddenly feeling dry. This was such a contrast to how you used to be. “I uh, we missed you when classes resumed.”

You scoff out a dry chuckle.

Anakin recoils a little. “What’s going on with you?”

“Nothing. Nothing at all.”

He nods his head, “Uh yeah there is. You’re so…different.”

“Oh, so I lose the weight, change everything about myself and I’m still not good enough?” You throw back casually.

“What are you talking about?” He asks genuinely confused over this attitude, so different from the sweet, quiet you he knew.

Abruptly you stop and look at him, “I heard everything you said.”

“Everything I said…?” He asks nervously.

“How it was all just some big joke to you, something to pass the time with,” The crease between his eyebrows deepen, a new kind of feeling starting to churn his stomach, “How you and Padmé couldn’t believe I was buying it?” You continued on.

“Shit.” He exhales, running a hand through his already tousled curls. “Look, you weren’t supposed to hear that-“

“Clearly.” You scoff, continuing to walk off away from him again.

“Hey hey, wait,” he catches up again, grabbing onto your arm lightly to get you to stop and keep talking to him. “You can’t just say that and act like it’s nothing. I really never meant-“

“Stop, Anakin. What’s done is done. I get it okay? It’s so absurd to think that anyone would like me, you had to turn it into a joke. You don’t have to explain yourself,” you respond casually. “Anything for a laugh.”

His stomach felt like it was eating itself with a newfound guilt. You were so sweet before and he’d ruined that. God, he was a prick wasn’t he? “I-..I”

“See you around, sunshine.” You say, your words coming off indifferent as you walk away.

Anakin is left there speechless for once, his heart feeling like it was in his gut, his stomach aching. He didn’t know what regret was until that moment. “Yeah..see you.” He huffs to himself. He sighs and turns to walk in other direction, stealing one more glance at you over his shoulder.

He’d find a way to make this right.

[weebsinstash]

the brand new Angel Dust song that just came out has me thinking how absolutely fucked a Reader who is a dancer/musician/singer/producer would be with a yandere Valentino because it really does seem like, coming off of just the general materials and vibes I'm getting, that Valentino also turns his pornstars into sort of miniature celebrities, dare I say, idols even, which would maybe inherently fit the theme of Hazbin Hotel being a musical sort of show at heart. People break out into song, Asmodeus runs a club where music is performed, Angel sings as he strips, Alastor just... as is like just his entire aesthetic and musical number was 🤌, sing about being horny, sing about being addicted, sing about being sad, I dunno there's just an inherent love of music in all of it

I've never really posted about it in detail but I've thought of the ever so elusive MALE READER x Valentino (or transdude/intersex Reader because like, I guess i would, have to, accurately research what having a dick would feel like for smut of that and, I don't know, it's my turn on the gender power fantasy and I say--)

Male Reader who just keeps to himself and waits on Val's table "because you're too stiff, you'll scare off other customers" and one night the Overlord just catches you seemingly alone sweeping floors/cleaning while dancing/singing something, that whole trope where you just don't see him or have your eyes closed and practically do a full musical number until you notice him, just like seating himself in a chair, smoking a cigar, looking at you all smug and horny and thinking of all the different things he could use you (and your holes) for

Absolutely does he exploit weakness and if you don't have a prior addiction, he'll get you one. He'll shotgun something straight into your mouth, mix something into your weed, put a pill in your drink, nudge you towards that alcohol you're trying to stay away from, he'll do it all. He'll get you so fucked up your entire body is buzzing and you're stumbling and you can barely even move and that's when he pounces on you, doing whatever he wants, looking at whatever he wants, touching wherever he wants, and you might not even remember it afterwards and you'll only find out when he shoves his phone full of pictures in your face to mock you

You can't stay closeted/hiding an interest for men around this creep because he'd be secretly feeding you like ecstacy or something that loosens your lips and has you blabbing all your secrets and feelings to him in a horny fucked up haze. The blackmail potential with this dude is IMMENSE. He'd get you fucked up and delirious and film a cell phone shot of you taking his dick and threaten to show it to everyone he wants to unless you do whatever he says (and he's already showing it to people behind your back anyways, but, it's to be gross and coo over how cute and sexy you look taking his loads, stuff like that)

Valentino would take that passion and talent for music that you have and do something gross with it. Oh you're an actor, huh? Good, good, so your reaction will be experienced and authentic when he asks you to bring him a coffee on set and suddenly you're being literally dog-piled on by like 5 ripped hung hellhounds while cameras are rolling :) he thinks he might have an interest in your body, oh, suddenly there's a mandatory employee calendar photoshoot where you he to wear a thong or something skimpy and he can see everything but your genitals (and can tell whatever the situation down there is if you were trying to hide it. Fat ass? Exposed. Secretly a grower/hung? Exposed.)

At the end of the day you're his bottom bitch no matter how big or tough or maybe not even gay you are, because he even has lesbians cuddle up to him for Hot Girl Clout and that shit was on his Instagram. Everything's about him having pretty trophies and nice things and pampering himself while treating others like shit. Yeah, you'll be his little caged pet he obsesses over, but you'll be a very decorated, very well-fed, very financially spoiled little caged pet. If you're gonna get regularly railed by some nasty huge egotistical demon, it might as well come with some sweet perks like a deep bank account and all the luxuries his self-absorbed ass can afford, right?

[ilovemymomscooking]

Heartstrings

ᵏᵃᵍᵉʸᵃᵐᵃ ᵗᵒᵇⁱᵒ

Throughout middle school our talented setter had little to no interest in dating because of his passion/obsession for his beloved sport.

But once exams where around the corner, he and his stupid rival/teammate (a.k.a. Shoyou) were in desperate need of a good tutor, so when they went to Yachis class so she could explain some formulas to them, he noticed the most beautiful person walk by his team managers desk.

You, just came by to greet your friend, Yachi Hitoka, and her new friends, and as if the gods above were somehow aware of his admiration towards you, Yachi (bless her soul) asked if it was okay for you to join them since you could explain somewhat better than her. (I'm sorry Yachi I'm using you as bait here)

You just smiled and happily accepted--that making Tobio Kageyama feel an internal tag on his unexpierienced heartstrings--and sat down, facing towards him...

Now he could encapture all your unique features, he was so enamored that he started unwillingly staring DAGGERS at you without noticing--to the point where even Shoyou and Yachi noticed!!

You on the other hand, paid no mind to his amusing staring, thinking nothing of it and just assuming that was his resting (bitch) face or something.

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Days after that, he found himself noticing your presence more and more, when you walked to class and greeted him while passing by him, where you usually sat with your friends, what club you attended to after school, what drink you frequently got from the venting machine...and so on (jeez you really got him infatuated!!)

But all things aside, he didn't let his mind wander too far--at least not to the point where he messed up his progress in volleyball, quite the opposite actually his serves seemed way more powerful and precise, his sets dangerously on point..

His mood had changed too! It was like that pleasure he got whenever he successful did that terrifying quick attack with the stupid ginger (his words not mine)

He didn't even know where to pin point this sudden progression in volleyball, but a certain ginger sure knew what was going on and he was not about to let down this interesting new discovery of his teammate.

Kageyama Tobio, had a big fat crush

What Shoyou didn't know about the boy was that, the latter didn't even have the slightest of an idea about his crush, this was all too new to him, he didn't know what was going on inside his head (and mind you) his heart--so he just ignored it!!

How did Shoyou find out about his friends stupidity about "the crush subject" ? Simple!! He just teased and found out!!

The conversation went something like this:

"So...Kageyama-kun! What's the deal with Y/N-Chan, hmm??"

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh you know...your (not so) little crush on them..."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Hinata--just quietly looked at the raven haired boy infront of him. Now somewhat considering his next words.

"Y-you--Kageyama, you have a--a crush on Y/N..."

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Tobios whole world came crashing down.

"HUH"

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So that's how Tobios crush journey actually began, the longing states towards you now making sense to him, memorizing what you get from the venting machine so he can get it for you and set it on your desk before going to his morning practice, this sweetheart even approached your friends and not so subtly asked about you and your interests...

Tobio was so persistent to actually get to know you, because--quite frankly, you were the first person to ever make him feel his heart throbbing almost out of his chest with just a simple smile that wasn't even towards him, he was so obsessed...

And Kageyama Tobio is not passionate about a lot of things (I mean his main passion until now was just his sport), but once he sets his mind onto something, he want--he needs to know more about it. Whether it's his love for volleyball or his newly found love for you-- he will make sure to be clear--once the nerves go away (they never do)

So after a couple of months of getting to know you better--you him, he understands that he wants to try this weird, new thing which is called dating, and he thinks you do too--your laugh once he frowns or pouts when he doesn't understand something while you turor him again and again, or the way you come to his game after he not so subtly mentioned that he'll be having one--and then cheer the loudest when he scores a point while serving or does that annoyingly awesome setter dump, these are two of the many ways you show your appreciation for him and his company, he notices every subtle hint you drop for him because you're the only person he actually notices crystal clear.

[adachimoe]

Not-so-masterpost list because tumblr's tagging and search sucks ass

As the title says lol

Opinion, Theory, Meta, Interpretations, Whatever about Adachi

What the bad endings teach us about Adachi

Adachi's fixation on Mayumi Yamano

Adachi is the person in the fog who shows up in the shopping district

Adachi's imaginary dick waving contest with Namatame

In which I try to deduce if Adachi watched the Midnight Channel based on whether Dojima was home or not

Adachi's relationship with the Dojima family and why Adachi sent the 2nd threat letter

The contrast between Adachi and Namatame (And a follow-up)

Adachi as the Investigation Team's Shadow

Adachi and School

Adachi and the Japanese Economy (lol)

Remember that part in April where Adachi tries to frame Yukiko?

Adachi was not actually assigned to guard Mayumi Yamano, was he?

Adachi's Characterization in the 3rd P4 Audio Drama

"Tiger mom"

Why did Sho use Adachi in Arena Ultimax?

Was that actually Adachi in Persona 5?

?? Adachi went to a NYE party ??

How Bayside Shakedown inspired Adachi's character

Adachi's overseas transfer

Was Adachi's first choice even police officer?

What was Adachi's mistake?

Wake up babes Adachi got a shoutout in Metaphor

Golden Anime Adachi Cafe

Rambling about Adachi's Arcana

Golden anime Adachi anthology manga summaries

CAN ADACHI EVEN AFFORD A FUCKING TV?

Funny Golden anime easter egg related to Bayside Shakedown

Things About Adachi That You Can Miss

Adachi and Cabbage

Adachi did not facilitate Rise's kidnapping

Nanako reveals Adachi hates bugs lol

Bonus Adachi scene in the P4 anime

Bonus Adachi scene in the P4 Golden anime

Adachi in the P4 Novel "Your Affection"

Yu Narukami's (Canonical) Obsession with Adachi

Dude wants to be Adachi's girlfriend

Dumbass

Waxing poetic about the color of Adachi's eyes

Arena Ultimax Arcade Mode

This shit even happens in BBTag

Localization Related

Yuka Someya Loved the Stage Play

Izanami saying that Adachi's power was tainted by "magatsu"

Clarifying what Adachi says in P4U2 about his sentencing

Adachi calling Izanami a bitch and how this relates to Sho

Adachi was not trying to remind you of Yosuke

This World Has Gone to Shit

That time Adachi pretended to be Dojima's wife

"Putting It In" and "That Settles It"

Adachy-baby

Yukiko's funniest line

THE ENGLISH VERSION CENSORED TEDDIE SAYING THAT KANJI HAS A FAT ASS

Is Namatame from Inaba?

Why is Witch Detective a parody of Twilight?

Donuts and Milk

Kanji's Animal Crackers

Topsicles (Also: Why is there a milk company in the credits?)

Morooka, Mitsuo, and Rotten Oranges

SMT Reference in Mitsuo's dungeon

Random translation stuff (Queen Tut, Hosoi, Philemon)

Regarding Teddie's Localization: Part 1, Part 2, Teddie and Nanako's Pronouns

When did the news of Mayumi and Namatame's affair "break"?

Worldbuilding / Lore / Setting

Adachi's Persona Club P4 profile (sorry but he's been 176cm since 2009... It was the anime that got it wrong when they made him 173cm...)

All of the Persona Club P4 profiles

Random stuff in Persona Club P4

Inaba setting guide / worldbuilding from Atlus's P4/P4G lore books

Staff / Word of God

No, Atlus did not say that the culprit was originally Dojima

Yes, Atlus did consider Yukiko and Yosuke to be the culprit

About Adachi's Social Link

Arcsys and Atlus on the development behind Episode Adachi

Arcsys made Adachi easy to play because his fans are girls

Full translation of Katsura Hashino's Persona Club P4 Interview

It's the Adachi Ending, not the Accomplice Ending

The P4 Anime Staff on Adachi's Cabbage and Ai Bullying Adachi

Adachi fans on staff

P4 Anime and Golden Anime Staff: Adachi's Popularity Among the Staff

Tetsuya Kobayashi's comments on Ying Yang from the Golden anime

Was JYB really intentionally cast as both the protag and Adachi? (According to him, it rly doesn't sound like it)

The Golden anime's portrayal of Adachi is the staff's own interpretation; if you want to know what his deal is, ask the original creators

Soejima: Why the fuck do you like Adachi?

Shuji Sogabe explains the origin of the name Soji Seta

The 3rd? 4th? interview about P4U2 where someone goes "WOMEN LIKE ADACHI"

Posts About Not Adachi

Yu Narukami's catchphrase is "Calm down"

Yukiko, before and after the TV World

Yukiko as a vehicle for slapstick humor

The Mudoon Curry

MAN, A WATERMELON

Context for Yukiko and... Cooking

Teddie is Bugs Bunny

The Time I Signed Up to Play Persona 4 Pachinko

P4 audio drama list

Buddhism?

Why did Nanako come back to life?

Persona Stalker Club (V Ep 10 + Links to the other eps)

[crushedsweets]

Who are the people that Toby likes the most?

Natalie, Jack, and Ben!

Toby has known Natalie for about 5 years, and Jack for 4, and Ben for 3. ok now im gonna do long ass headcanons for their relationships bc im just soooooooo silly . .

toby and natalie knew eachother when they were at the height of like.. using murder as a relief/power trip. it was a really sick and fucked up thing to bond over, and it wasnt something either of them took lightly or as a joke. but it was something they did talk about, moreso 'let me tell you about my night' and they'd kinda just allude to the murder part of it. eventually, natalie stopped killing as much (and stuck strictly to freak weirdo men at bars/clubs who try taking advantage of ppl). toby doesn't have the luxury to stop bc he only did it when the situation/order calls for it.

they usually just lounge around together. watch trash reality tv, natalie was ashamed of her art for a while but toby loves getting her to show him her stuff. toby taught her how to axe throw and cut down trees. he helped fix up the barn she stays in so it's actually livable. he even got brian to help with shit like insulation cuz theres no heat/ac in it. sometimes he does her hair if shes having an awful night. she never had someone to brush her hair growing up, having no mother/sister/girl friends, and finds it to be insanely fucking relaxing. lulls her to sleep so quick. it reminds toby of lyra and he cried one time after she fell asleep from it. she never found out about it.

toby was the first proxy to be nice to jack. not that tim and brian were horrible to jack (only after he was . . 'tamed' i guess). but toby was the first one to like, bring him things, talk to him, actually attempt bonding. if tobys feeling lonely and natalies not in the mood to entertain, jack was almost always welcoming. ok maybe not welcoming in the like :) hiiii toby. way. but in the. 'ok yea whatever come in i guess' way.

jack used to cook a lot before he was sacrificed. now he doesnt have the same taste buds, and while he can eat human food, its all pretty bland to him. best he can enjoy is insanely spicy stuff, and thats more sensation rather than flavor. BUT TOBY. that fucking dude can EAT. he's brought like a fat steak and veggies and rice and random shit to jacks and asked him to make him dinner. and oddly enough jack was willing to do it. toby continued to do that stuff. jack didnt know about tobys CIPA for a while and was baffled when this white boy from rural colorado could actually handle the spice anytime jack made south asian food LOL.. ("how much spice do you want" "i dont care make it as spicy as you like" "toby are you sure of this" "yeah i can take it").

of the 3, toby is the least close to ben. mostly bc ben is best fucking friends w jeff and toby doesnt like jeff very much(who does?). plus toby figured ben was like a kid and wasnt exactly crazy about being besties with a 12 yr old. But then ben played some video games with him. ben doesnt really Act like an. ipad fortnite tiktok middle shcool type of kid so toby was like Oh he's cool i guess.!

they dont have much in common at all tbh, didnt have similar childhoods and toby didnt play many video games growing up. BUT toby finds so much joy in just having a fucking boyish childish fun stupid relationship where he could play video games and talk shit and eat like crap with yk. they have a very brotherly friendship and it's kinda weird for toby being on the big sibling side of something, but he's fond of it. they get into petty arguments about stupid shit, and went a while without talking bc toby punched jeff and jeff was bitching like 'uumm dont hang out with that prick' and ben was like lmfao ok. toby didnt even realize ben wasnt talking to him tho. . ("hey sorry i was avoiding u jeff was bitching" "u were avoiding me ?????")

[melodygatesauthor]

A Broken Toy

Club Blue Jones X Sex Worker f!Reader

Not Beta Read - Requested By @saraicus

Prompt

His eyeliner running down as he’s banging you against his desk.

Summary

Blue likes to play with all his girls, and he calls on you specifically for what he calls, 'play time'. Some girls never return from their 'play time', and the ones who do come back...act different.

Tags/Warnings

NSFW, Blue Jones is his own tag, dubious consent, rough sex, reader is a sex worker in Blue's club, p in v sex, p in v creampie, Blue is mean, threats of violence, crying (Blue), ruined makeup (Blue), spit kink

Word Count: 2.1k

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Blue had you right where he wanted you, all pretty, flustered, and an outright mess while you writhed underneath him. You were such a little bitch, slapping him the way you did when he told you he wanted to play. You were there for one thing, and one thing only…to do as you were fucking told. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t like the fire you had inside of you. The new ones always had a little fight in them…in the beginning anyway. He was going to fuck it out of you one way or another.

You remembered the way your fear overcame you when his henchmen opened your door. They walked inside your room, being the only men allowed in there other than Blue, of course. They gave you a pretty red dress to put on, and you did so obediently. Then they escorted you down the hall to his office, where you stood, shaking like a leaf while Blue approached you, waving his henchmen away.

The door closed behind them, and you felt terror wash over you. It was silent in the room, save for Blue’s notoriously heavy and irritated breaths. He brushed his fingertips over your cheek, telling you how beautiful you were all dressed up for him. His breath reeked of alcohol. In a rough and quick motion, he tugged you close and told you how he was going to ‘play with you until you break’. 

You’d heard stories of what happened to the girls who left his office after what he liked to call, ‘play time’. Some of them didn’t act the same after leaving. One girl seemed to have completely lost her spirit. She was still friendly, but overall stopped interacting much with you and the others. Another girl that he took to his office never left…at least…no one ever saw her again.

You didn’t know what came over you when you slapped him across the face, but in a moment of bravery, and pure self preservation, you struck him. It would seem that your instincts were off. A smart girl would’ve been as obedient as possible, throwing herself at him willingly. Self preservation, in this case, meant giving the man with all the power over you whatever he asked for, and you’d slapped him across the face.

“I’m sorry! I’ll behave, I–ah!” Blue was slamming you around like a ragdoll in his office.

You landed on the floor with a thud, covering your face with your hands as he closed in on you quickly.

“Shut up!” He picked you up off the floor and put you down on the desk, grabbing your throat tightly in his strong hand. “You’re gonna learn the rules really quick honey,” his face was close to yours while he spoke. He started undoing his belt with his free hand. “You don’t get to say no to me.”

“I know Blue I know I’ll give you what you want now, I’m so, so–” you choked on your words when he squeezed tighter.

“Doesn’t matter, gonna teach you a lesson,” he lined himself up with your hole, pressing the fat tip of his cock to your dripping entrance. “Your job is to satisfy the men in here, that includes me honey. I was going to play nice with you, I really was, but since you wanna act out, I have to get rough now. You made me do this.”

“I’m sorry! Please! I’ll be good, Blue I’ll–!”

He thrust into you, forcing a gasp from your lips as his thick cock made your walls give out around him. You grabbed the edge of the desk while he started his even paced motion, grunting with every hard rock of his hips. He huffed out an irritated laugh, clenching around your neck even harder. He loved the way you looked with your little throat in his large hand.

“You think I like doing this? Huh?” He leaned in, squeezing tighter to pull your face closer. “I just wanted a turn to play with you. You’re my toy after all. You don’t belong to them, you belong to me.”

Blue fucked the cries out of you, relishing in the tears that fell down your cheeks. He wished you hadn’t made him so mad. He didn’t want to hurt you, but you’d left him no choice. All the other girls knew that when it was time to play, they were supposed to be nice and pliant, like good little toys for him. This was the only way for you to learn.

“I’m nice enough to share you because you make me lots of money, but do you know how hard it is to watch–f-fuck–watch other men play with you?” He pressed his sweat soaked cheek to your face while he rasped in your ear, “I have to watch them walk out of the room, all smug and satisfied after playing with what’s mine.”

He pulled his face back and looked at you. Black streaks were smearing down his cheeks from the eyeliner mixed with the perspiration. He started choking you harder. While he looked at you, you realized something else. He was…he was crying. He kissed you, pressing his lips firmly against yours before brushing his tongue against your bottom lip. You let him in, melting your mouth into his passionately, trying desperately to show him that you could behave.

He sobbed into you, angry with you for denying him and angry with himself for showing weakness. He broke off the kiss with a wet smack, looking at you with big glistening eyes. He didn’t look angry. Instead he looked…hurt.

“I do everything for you.” He was spitting while he talked to you. “I take care of you, and yet you still treat me like an enemy. Look what you’ve made me do to you.”

“I won’t do it again, p-please!” You gasped when he finally let go of your throat, coughing and trying desperately to get as much air into your lungs as you could.

“Fuck-you-feel-so-good.” He never slowed his pace, even through the crying and the scolding, he was unrelenting. “I see why they like you so much, such a perfect little pussy, such a good little t-toy-f-fuck!”

You grabbed his shoulders for stability, and he held onto your hips tightly, fucking into you even harder. You leaned forward and kissed him, touching your forehead to his while his gaze bore into you.

“If you ever fucking tell me no again, I’ll make it impossible for you to speak, okay?” He was sort of growling in a low, dark, tone that made a chill roll down your spine. “I’ll make sure that you have to be the most well behaved girl in the club whether you want to or not, understand me?”

“Yes, yes Blue. I’m sorry.” You kissed him more, showing him your willingness to obey.

He slowed down his movements, savoring the way his cock felt when he pulled back. He stopped, the bulbous head of his length rested at your entrance, glossed over with his precum and your juices. You wondered why he stopped, feeling so empty all of a sudden. Involuntarily, you grabbed his shoulders harder and slid your rear forward, trying to get him back inside of you, but he managed to keep it just out of reach.

“T’oh, honey…” He taunted, tsking you while shaking his his head slowly, “you want more don’t you?”

His cock was throbbing and twitching while it sat, still pressed up against your little hole. His fat, glistening head just rested there, taunting you. You didn’t even have to tell him out loud that he was right. Despite yourself, you did want more. You felt your pussy dripping with arousal, your insides burning with a need that only his cock could satisfy in that moment. You gripped the lapel of his suit jacket and looked deep in his eyes.

“Yes, I do.”

“Of course you do…beg.”

You looked at him incredulously, “what? Y-you want me to–”

“Fucking beg for it if you want it so bad,” he hissed through clenched teeth.

You tried to slide forward for even the slightest bit of friction, but you were met with a hand to your fragile throat once again. Blue squeezed, pushing you back to laying on the desk while you tried desperately to get a satisfying breath.

“P-please give it to me, please!” You grabbed his arm, trying to keep some of the pressure off of your throat, “I’ll be a good toy, I’m a g-good toy!” You squeezed his waist with your knees trying to coax him into your hole.

“I don’t believe that you mean it honey, I want the whole club to know how bad you want me. Scream it.”

“PLEASE BLUE! I FUCKING WANT YOU!”

“Now was that so fucking hard?!”

The desk scuffed over the floor with the force at which he plunged into you again. He leaned over you, punching his cock into your needy hole while you gasped and cried under his tight grip still caged around your throat. It felt so good. You cursed yourself internally for fighting him so hard on this. Why had you fought against him again? Something about girls being broken or disappearing? Another harsh thrust brought you back to the moment immediately.

“Open your mouth!” He shouted, and you obeyed immediately.

He drove two fingers past your lips and pressed them against your tongue, pulling your jaw open further. It ached, but you didn’t care. He leaned in, collecting a glob of spit in his mouth and letting it drop down over his fingers. Some of the spit dribbled onto his chin, making it shine in the harsh light, but he didn’t seem to notice.

Blue smirked, watching the way his saliva trickled down his digits and into your throat. You looked up at him before closing your mouth around his thick fingers and sucking on them, letting your tongue roll softly around them. He moaned heavily at that, lurching forward and slowing the pace at which he thrusted into you. Blue pressed his face between your breasts, deep groans making your chest feel like it was vibrating. 

He felt the way your soft walls fluttered around him, and your moans rumbled up through your chest under his lips. They got harsher, as did the way your cunt squeezed his girth. You sounded so pretty, so sweet when you were coming for him. He looked up at you again, eyes blurred with tears once more.

“Yes, that’s good isn’t it? Huh? Don’t you fucking ever deny me again…fuck-fuck-ah!”

You felt the way his cock twitched inside of you, like it was fighting to tear your hole in two. His grip on your jaw was harder while he rolled his hips forward, fucking his cum into you further. The new lubrication made everything sound so much wetter. It took several moments of you both breathing heavily before you could collect yourselves again. Standing on shaky legs, you walked to the door alongside Blue.

You couldn’t for the life of you understand why the other girls who went in there got such harsh punishment, but you decided to wait until you were in the doorway, close to the exit, before you finally asked.

“Blue?” You looked at him.

His cheeks were reddened from the runoff makeup he’d wiped from his cheeks before stepping out with you into the hall.

“Yes honey?” He smirked at you.

“I thought…” you let out a heavy sigh and contemplated your next words carefully. “The reason I was so afraid is because of what happened to some of the other girls you ‘played with’,” you made air quotes.

He chuckled, stepping up to you and getting his face so close to your ear you could feel his lips against your skin.

“Those are the ones I had to break in order to make them behave,” he stepped back, looking you up and down before his eyes met on yours once more, “I don’t think I’m going to have that same problem with you, right? I hope not. Some of them were broken beyond repair…and I really hate when that happens.”

You shook your head, “no, Blue. I’ll be good.” He walked up and kissed your cheek, “very good, now get back to work, I’ll be seeing you again very soon.”

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Club Blue Masterlist

Blue Jones Masterlist

A message for Saraicus (requester) -

Ty for sending along so many prompts. I would've loved to have done them all but it just wasn't feasible for me in the long run. You're amazing and this was a lot of fun to write! I hope you enjoyed it!

[strawberrybobamilk]

Cut Here (Part 8)

TWs: Language, alcohol, some kinky content, a little blood

The three men were in their hideout, cackling at their new successful crime. Trevor and Brad were ecstatically checking the inside of the freshly stolen Ponsonbys fuchsia purse, as Michael smiled and lit a cigarette behind them.

"Did you see that bitch's face?" Brad laughed and made a high pitched squeaky "EEEK!!".

Trevor kept grinning and laughing but ignored Brad's mockery of the robbed woman, and kept joining the blonde in their act of digging their hands inside the purse "Alright, let's see... perfume, lipstick, tissues... ah condoms, she was gonna get busy..."

"Here it is Trevor!!" Brad proudly took a snake skin wallet out of the purse, digging his fingers into it "Oooh damn, it feels so fat..."

Trevor rolled his eyes "Of course it is, if she can afford all this fancy schmancy shit"

They both turned to Michael, who had his back against the wall: he was smoking and looking at them both, and didn't seem as interested as them in the purse.

"Everything ok Mikey?" Trevor asked.

Michael put his cigarette between his fingers and cleared his throat "I just think it's time to step up our game" .

Months passed. Michael never explained what he meant by "stepping up their game". Although, it was clear that he was becoming increasingly tired of his life in North Yankton. Which had become even more evident once he met Crystal aka Amanda. Ever since he met her he started to spend less and less time with Trevor and Brad, and more and more time at the strip club instead. Brad seemed indifferent about the situation: he kept chugging beer in his slumped position on the couch and laughing at the idiotic show playing on TV. Trevor on the other hand looked at the spot on the couch near him, the spot Michael would usually sit on, now empty. It has been empty for so many days. He would only come back at night nowadays.

The spot where he promised Michael he would never leave him.

He started to wonder if that promise ever actually meant something to Michael.

He exhaled, stood up and walked towards the door.

"Hey Trevor where you goin'?" Brad half burped.

"To see if that asshole is still among the living" Trevor grunted.

"Ok" Brad simply said keeping his eyes on the TV.

He got to the car and carelessly drove to the strip club. He knew Michael was there. He simply knew. And this time he wasn't gonna leave him there.

To Trevor's surprise however, the strip club was closed. Or, HAS BEEN closed. Shut down. What once was a crowded fancy looking neon lit club, had been reduced to a dismantled building. And it seemed like it has been that way at least for a couple weeks by now.

But... if there was no strip club, then where was Michael?

"...M...?" he quietly said as fear took him over: he walked around the eerily quiet tiny snowy streets surrounding the defunct club, his right hand gripping the gun in his pocket, trying to find anything resembling human life.

At some point, he did find some sort of human life: he started to hear some muffled gasps and grunts.

He quickly ran towards the source of the noise, and saw... Michael... pinning Amanda against the wall, the two sharing a heated loving kiss, grinding his hips against hers, cupping his hands around her breasts (which looked strangely bigger and faker than when Trevor saw her the last time)...

It lasted only a fraction of a second because the two quickly noticed Trevor's presence and yelped, Amanda quickly covered her breasts in embarrassment and Michael recomposed himself with a "T!" while turning around with the sound of a zipper sliding up.

It stung. So much. He didn't even know why.

"T what are you doing here?" Michael awkwardly walked towards Trevor.

"I thought it was pretty obvious" Trevor swallowed, trying his best to ignore the feeling of his eyes burning and the pain in his chest "I thought we were a TEAM. I THOUGHT WE WERE TOGETHER IN THIS" his voice becoming increasingly louder and broken.

Michael looked confused "We are T, I just... need some time alone someti-"

"YOU ALREADY HAD A SHIT TON OF TIME ALONE!! YOU MEAN YOU WANNA SPEND EVERYDAY GETTING YOUR DICK SUCKED BY YOUR PERSONAL HALF STRIPPER HALF SLUT, IS THAT IT?!"

Michael's face darkened "Don't talk about her like that"

Amanda interrupted their bickering with a soft "Michael", putting her hand on Michael's shoulder. The blue eyed man angrily exhaled "I'll see you and Brad later", and with that they walked away.

Trevor let out an earpiercing scream and repeatedly slammed his head against the wall, over and over, until the wall had a splatter of blood, letting the tears now run free.

That night, Michael had finally came back home, finding Brad and Trevor on the couch: Brad was still watching TV and was half asleep, and Trevor was sitting like he was waiting for Michael's return. But most noticeably, he had a bloody wound on his forehead.

"What happened to your forehead Trevor?" Michael gasped.

Brad yawned "Oh you know, Trevor's always getting into bar fights, ain't that ri-"

"SHUT. THE FUCK UP, BRAD" Trevor hissed, causing the blonde man to flinch.

"I-I gotta go" Brad hurried to the bedroom and closed the door.

Trevor smirked and returned his attention to Michael "Anyway, I'm surprised you give a shit, MICHAEL".

"Oh for fuck's sake..." Michael scoffed.

"Yeah, for fuck's sake" Trevor roared "We promised each other to be a team, don't you fucking dare give me that 'time alone' bullshit again if you're gonna leave everyday and return at night just because you gotta prioritize your boners over your PARTNER!" he emphasized the word 'PARTNER'.

Michael sighed and took some minutes to answer "I had to make that fucking strip club shut down"

Trevor paused "What? So you were the one who caused the strip club to shut down? Why?"

"The owner was Amanda's mother. Fucking pimp. Amanda told me everything. So, called the police, got her investigated and arrested. Oh and of course, I wasn't the one making the call. I made HER call and turn herself in. Under some 'persuasion' pointed to her head" Michael explained.

Trevor took a moment to process it all, then he said "So you did this all on your own... leavin' me and Brad on the couch like two bums and without telling us ANYTHING" he growled "You could have called us too or at least FUCKING TELL US SOMETHING!!" he let out an angered roar standing up from the couch and marching to the fridge, hoping that Brad had left some Pißwasser "Nice teamworking skills there Townley!"

"I HAD TO DO IT ALONE!" Michael protested "This was something that concerned only me and Amanda! I need to protect her, I need to be a good father-"

The last word stopped Trevor in his tracks, making him turn around incredulous "...what?!"

Michael swallowed and quietly said "Amanda. She's pregnant".

[keyh0use]

Kinktober Day 1: Free Choice

jealously, Semi-public sex, Rafe acting like a brat to get what he wants

Rafe's back hit the large trunk of the towering tree with a sickening crack, startled gasp slipping out at the contact.

Before the boy could get his bearings, Barry was fusing their mouths together, two large hands coming up to cradle his flushed face.

Confused, and wildly turned on by the sudden change, Rafe mumbled, "Shit, what—"

"Isn't this what you wanted, Rafey," Barry asks, dark brow cocked. The nickname makes both of them cringe, but it gets the point across, Rafe's responding grin annoyingly attractive.

Lithe fingers curl into the material of Barry's sweatshirt and the boy inquires, "You're jealous? Really?"

"Should I be?" snaps Barry.

The two of them arrived mid-afternoon to the corn maze Rafe had been raving about for weeks, noting several times it was all the rave this time of year for north side families, seeing how it was put on by one of their own.

And sure, Barry could admit the farm had been cute upon first glance, only a couple groups moving about and the October sun comfortable.

Then they approached the girl sitting behind a table covered in a checkered tablecloth with a metal box to pay the entry fee—and she gave Rafe a very warm welcome.

Her freckled face was stretched in a wide smile the entire interaction, not paying a lick of attention to Barry's presence and openly flirting with the kook boy.

And Rafe...Rafe hadn't flirted back, no. But he was unusually friendly, happily engaging in conversation and nudging Barry's arm when he laughed. Like they were just buddies or something.

When the bitch finally turned to greet Barry, acting like she'd seen a fucking ghost upon the sight of him, his intention was to introduce himself as Rafe's boyfriend. Just to be petty.

But that didn't happen because Rafe was quick to interrupt the introduction, boasting about the ugly orange cupcakes the girl had supposedly baked.

Then Rafe had the audacity to cling to the older man the whole way through the maze, making light-hearted chit-chat and kissing his face lovingly, like nothing happened.

"No, of course not," Rafe assures the other man, leaning in to share an affectionate kiss, one that Barry very rudely pulls away from.

Instead of making a counter argument about how disrespectful that whole debacle felt, Barry instructs, "Turn around."

"What? Barry, there's people—"

"Oh, shit, you're totally right." Barry fixes a stern look on the boy's face and meanly says, "Did it sound like you had a choice? You don't. Turn your ass around."

Not one to disobey, Rafe glanced nervously from side to side before doing as told, only to have his face shoved roughly into the bark.

The splintering wood is cold and damp against Rafe's sensitive skin, no doubt nicking him where it cuts in to his face.

Rafe's pants and briefs are unceremoniously yanked down his long legs, pooling around his ankles and leaving him completely exposed from the waist down, an embarrassed sound escapes him and has Barry huffing a laugh.

"This is—Barry," the boy nervously rambles, trying to make sense of his conflicted thoughts just as two spit covered fingers push inside of him without warning. "Fuck! Barry, no, we can't—"

"Calm the hell down, country club. If anyone's goin' away for public indecency, it ain't gonna be the pretty white boy."

Two fingers quickly becomes three, scissoring and curling, Rafe still relaxed from being fucked before breakfast.

Barry used his clean hand to undo his button and zipper to free his aching cock, quick to remove the digits and replace them with the fat cockhead, pressed bluntly against the boys entrance.

"We—" Rafe breaks off with a deep groan and lolls his head down, forehead pressed against the tree as he pants harshly. "Barry, we shouldn't, this is wrong."

"Is it?" Calloused hands come to grip the kooks slim hips just as Barry's kicking his legs further apart, choosing to yank him back instead of snapping forward, impaling Rafe on his sizeable prick. In a teasing tone, the dealer asks, "Does this feel wrong, baby?"

The kook is trying to keep a watchful eye on the opening of the maze, sure a group of unsuspecting strangers will stumble out and catch the two in the act, fucking against a tree like animals.

Only blue eyes can't help but flutter when Barry pulls out halfway and fucks back in deeper, causing Rafe to let out a cry into the otherwise quiet autumn evening.

Not the whistling wind or the faint sound of music in the distance can cover the obscene noises the two are making.

"You wanted this," accuses Barry, hunched over the boys slender form and grunting in his ear on every inward thrust. "Admit it, bitch, you pissed me off on purpose—"

Rafe insists, "No!"

"No? You're lying." Barry curls rough fingers around the boy's throat, effectively keeping Rafe pinned in place as a punishing pace is set. "You want that north side slut, Rafe? You gonna take her to midsummer's and invite her to Sunday dinner? Huh? That what you want, baby boy?"

Short, blunt nails reach back to dig into Barry's hip, latching on like a lifeline. "God, no, no—"

Pulling Rafe closer by his throat, the man spits, "No of 'course not, baby, you're too much of a cock whore. Right? Can't live without it?"

Bobbing his head dumbly in reply, Rafe's free hand flies between them to fist his own neglected cock, weeping precome like a faucet as Barry assaults the bundle of nerves inside him.

Barry prompts, "Tell me. Tell me you need it, Rafe, please—"

"I do!" whines the kook. "I love your big cock, love you!"

The absence of Barry's fingers digging into his throat isn't missed because the man wraps his large hand around Rafes and helps strip the boys prick, breathing heavily over his shoulder.

There's people coming—Barry hears the laughter first, and clocks the exact moment Rafe does, the boy tensing around him.

Tight rings of muscle flex around Barry's pulsating cock and it swells before he's flooding Rafe with warm, sticky come.

"Oh," moans Rafe at the sensation, eyes squeezing shut as Barry's guided masturbation brings him off too, shooting ropes of come against the dark wood of the tree.

Then it's a scramble for Barry to right then in time for the strangers to come around the corner, finding the two locked in an affectionate embrace but otherwise unsuspecting.

The walk back to the truck is peaceful, Rafe's hand in Barry's until they're within sight of the kook girl, who waves enthusiastically at the boy.

Only this time Rafe doesn't just wave back and continue on like the older man expected, instead the boy is turned to press a heated kiss to his boyfriends mouth.

Barry can't help but to glance back at the entry table, a sick satisfaction settling in his chest when he spots the obvious scowl on the bitches face.

[wuffgang-ameowdeus-moozart]

Prompt: Eddie realizing he has a big, fat crush on Steve before the upside down. Eddie swooning about his character development.

(decided to put the two together and created this atrocity)

Eddie Munson trying not to be a basic fucking bitch (and failing spectacularly)

aka

5 times Eddie denies having a crush on King Steve and + 1 time he can't anymore

Ao3

1.

Eddie Munson is a lot of things. If you ask most people in Hawkins, the first answer that comes (comes haha) to their mind will probably be "freak". Maybe "the dude who repeated the same year like 5 times" if they are feeling a bit more creative WHICH HE ALWAYS FINDS A BIT IRONIC BECAUSE IT WAS ONLY TWO TIMES AND MATHS IS ACTUALLY HIS BEST SUBJECT SO FUCK YOU TOO. Mayhaps even "satanic cult leader" if you go to the right places and the hypothetical person you are asking is particularly depressed over the knowledge that they will forever be stuck in this piece of shit that is more commonly known as Hawkins that day.

That is all to say that he is not "normal" or "boring" or god forbids "pleasant". In case you haven't noticed, Eddie Munson is weird. He is a weirdo. He doesn't fit in and, most importantly, he doesn't want to fit in. Have you ever seen him without badass eyeliner and rings (even including a replica of the ring)?! No. He can assure you that you haven't, because he'd rather hang himself on one of his guitar strings than allow that to happen. That's weird. So when he first notices your highness King Steve, he simply...doesn't.

His teachers always tell him that he is "so terribly obtuse" and "just refuses to know the simplest things"?! Well, jokes on you Angela, because he will be using this "stupidity" to its fullest potential now. Fuck you too.

No, his eyes do not automatically focus on popular jock Steve Harrington when he walks down the halls like every other girl in his vicinity because he is the self-proclaimed Hawkins freak, which means that he can't have the same taste as a fucking cheerleader. No, he does not care that Steve's hair looks ridiculously fluffy and he does not want to run his fingers through it and he does not give a fuck about his stupid perfect skin and even stupider stupid moles. If he needs forever to choose his outfit when he is going to the Harrington's in the weekend it is only because a rich clientele requires a little more effort, and if he very obviously stares when it is Steve's turn on the keg stand and beer is dripping down his body and his shirt rides up revealing a sliver of toned skin it is only because there is nothing else interesting to look at. Really, it's like watching a dissection - nothing other than vague curiosity and scientific detachment.

It is quite simple, actually. As long as he doesn't acknowledge that it is happening, it isn't. He is like Gandalf, but instead of smiting Balrogs he can keep living in a comfortable world where everything keeps it's natural order and the freak does not have a fucking embarrassing crush on stupid hot royalty.

2.

Sometimes Eddie really wishes his body was more into personality. Because having Steve spray paint "NANCY THE SLUT WHEELER" on the cinema should not fulfill all his bad boy fantasies (and it DOESN'T FUCK YOU HE IS GANDALF THE WHITE AND LIFE IS HIS CAMPAIGN SO IF HE SAYS THAT STEVE HARRINGTON ISN'T HOT HE FUCKING ISN'T)

He even considers inviting Nancy to Hellfire Club so he can pretend the heat that fills his body is righteous anger and not...something else. But she is a prissy and is probably going to be the valedictorian when she graduates without repeating even once - which is basically one of the unsaid prerequisites to join his awesome club and truly it's those losers that waste their time actually studying that are really missing out and he feels sorry for them - so he doesn't.

(But he did consider it for a second, which is a thought that is scary enough on its own. So maybe the BBEG in his next campaign is an obnoxious Type-A Half-Goblin who always carries stupidly thick books around to seem smarter than she really is. He never said he wasn't petty.)

3.

This is a grandiose occasion. An event he didn't think he'd ever have the joy to see in his lifetime. A major shift in the world as everyone thought to know it. A-

"Don't you think you are exaggerating a bit?", Gareth The Traitor whose paladin will definitely be dying in the next campaign interrupts his riveting speech. Eddie jumps onto the table and leans forward until they are almost nose to nose. "Exaggerating? EXAGGERATING?! Gareth, bless your innocent little soul, JUST TAKE A FUCKING LOOK AT HIM"

The "him" in question is Steve "The Hair" Harrington. Although, if things continue the way they are he might have to change his moniker to "pathetic" or "Lucifer" (it has double meaning: one because he is one of the hellish dukes that do their best to turn this already shitty place into actual purgatory, and two: because he just had a very dramatic fall from grace of epic proportions - see he can do religious bullshit, he just refuses to parrot the homophobic nonsense his teachers keep spewing.)

He sees the jock table leer at its previously adored ruler in the least covert way possible and laugh in an obnoxiously fake fashion. They also seem a bit more pathetic, he thinks, without a king to guide them, someone to gravitate towards.

Steve "Lucifer" Harrington (no the name has nothing to do with the fact that Lucifer was supposedly one of the most beautiful angels fuck you fuck you fuck you) is - and Eddie can't believe he is currently saying this - a truly pathetic sight. The most pathetic wet little kitten to ever pathetic. If said kitten had also gotten his ass kicked by an even tinier kitten, which really only adds to the whole "pathetic" thing he's got going. The pitiful sight becomes even worse when Nancy fucking Wheeler (aka Nancillot the Odious) and that weird Byers kid she's started dragging around everywhere (who coincidentally is also the one who punched the fallen angel in the fucking face) arrive and Steve's eyes light the fuck up as if she hung not only the moon but also the sun and the stars and the whole fucking world while she was at it to boot.

(His smile is different. Less harsh and sharp and more genuine. It makes his face look... softer, even with the bruises that are still healing aAND HE DID NOT JUST THINK THAT NO NO SOMEONE IS MIND CONTROLLING HIM OR SOMETHING EVIL THOUGHTS I BANISH THEE BACK TO WHERE TOU CAME FROM)

"You are blushing", Gareth lies like a fucking liar, and Eddie is already looking forward to their next D&D session.

4.

He hates to admit it when he is wrong, but maybe Gareth was right. Maybe he was truly exaggerating a tiny bit the previous year, because it looks like a small stumble in comparison to whatever the fuck is going on now. It is the same image as last year, except so much fucking worse.

Whoever he pissed off this time makes what Byers did to him seem like a tender caress. He is still hanging out with Nancy (except that she is now his ex-girlfriend who cheated on him but he is obviously still in love with) and Jonathan Byers (except that he is the guy his ex-girlfriend cheated on him with and now her current new boyfriend). The jocks are still being obnoxious, but his throne has officially been taken over by a cruel new emperor who makes Steve look like an adorable yapping little puppy in comparison. Not that that is an especially challenging achievement at the moment.

Luckily he has Gareth, his trusted right hand man, to stop him from straying from the right path. Every time he catches him staring at the fallen god (which he only does out of schadenfreude and pity, of course) the other elbow checks him so hard he almost falls out from his chair. Gareth also looks very judgemental when he presents his new NPC, Sir Stefano the Great, the next campaign. But everyone else loves him so fuck Gareth.

(4.5

There is no 4.5 because Steve Harrington working in his slutty little sailor outfit simply does not exist. Steve Harrington? Disappeared from his mind as soon as he graduated. Sailors? Never heard of them, definitely doesn't sound kinky or anything. A sudden obsession with scoops ahoy? It is very hot and US Butterscotch is just very....delicious. (Steve Harrington in a slutty sailor uniform does not exist. Steve Harrington in as lutty sailor uniform can't hurt you)

It is worth every single overpriced dollar)

5.

Eddie really thought he had escaped him. The Hair graduated from Highschool and the mall where he worked burnt down and any Steve Harrington-related thoughts were extinguished with it.

Or that is what should have happened, if it wasn't for fucking Henderson. The first day of the year he looks at those sad-looking little faces and already knows that he will be guiding them through a-many adventures (while having a grand old time mercilessly murdering their characters.) The little shits are actually smart and will probably never have to repeat a single year, and even worse, one of them is a fucking basketball player. But they have a meeting about it and Eddie is systematically and democratically outvoted (which he takes in stride, he isn't a tyrannical ruler like some others. Fuck respect for the dead or whatever) and so they are allowed to join even though they break TWO of the unspoken rules.

And that would've been fine.

EXCEPT FOR THE PART WHERE THEY FORGOT TO MENTION THAT THEY ARE SOMEHOW FRIENDS WITH FUCKING STEVE THE KING HARRINGTON.

This mind-blowing fact is soon followed by the even more shocking revelation that a) King Steve apparently BABYSITS (don't think about that one too hard don't think about that one too hard) and b) the kids worship the fucking ground he walks on.

He would've thrown them out again for this heinous crime alone, but Henderson somehow has managed to crawl his way into the black rotten hole he calls his heart and the way the Wheeler kid keeps obviously trying to copy him is admittedly very flattering, so he doesn't (he is glad to see that that particular bloodline still has some hope.)

(No, Gareth, the reason has nothing to do with how 'he would have to kick himself from his own club' or some bullshit shut your lying little mouth. And yes, the fact that his sudden fascination with movies coincides with the day he found out Harrington is now working on Family Video is absolutely a mere coincidence. Fuck you. Better start working on a new character.)

+1

He was trying really fucking hard ok?!

Eddie Munson's list of achievements is laughably short in comparison to his failures, but if there is one thing he is proud of is that he is into boys but somehow managed to dodge the bullet that is having a crush on fucking Steve Harrington

(okay, maybe the bullet grazed him a little bit. Whatever. It barely counts.)

The worst part of this whole thing isn't being called a mass murderer. Or the way Chrissy's body twisted in ways it should not be able to before she died in his trailer. Or even the fucking monsters from another dimension that would love nothing more than take a bite out of him like some particularly gangly snack (something he would be very onboard with in most other situations) No, the actual worst thing is that Dustin is fucking right.

Steve does deserve to have the ground kissed he walked on - and he doesn't even need to take off his shirt for that (although it doesn't hurt.)

Before the bat he can still somehow talk himself out of it. So what if he ogles a bit when Steve takes off his shirt? It's not a fucking crime to have EYES, is it?! So what if he is in awe when Steve doesn't even hesitate before jumping into the same lake where a boy just died hours ago? He can admire another man's virtues without being in love with him or something. (Oh God please don't let him be in love with Steve fucking Harrison, he will never live this down.)

When they arrive in the Upside Down, Steve is dying. There are so many bats crowding around his body the boy himself is barely visible, and it is in that moment that he admits it.

He imagines a world where he doesn't try to catch a glimpse of that stupid floofy hair whenever he picks up the kids to drive them home. He imagines a forced customer-service smile instead of a flirty wink that gives way to an embarrassed apology when Steve realizes that long hair does not equal girl. He imagines barely having time to get to know the real Steve before he is just gone and is surprised at how much the thought hurts. 

It also helps when he BITES OFF THE BAT'S FUCKING HEAD LIKE OZZY OSBOURNE OR SOMETHING AND WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK THAT WAS SO METAL?!?!?!?!?!?! AND WHY THE FUCK DID HE THINK THAT A DIRTY SHIRTLESS STEVE WOULD SOMEHOW BE LESS WORSE THAN A DIRTY SHIRTLESS STEVE WEARING HIS BATTLE VEST?!

So yeah, he can finally admit it now. He is a fucking basic bitch and he does have a crush on Steve Harrington like everyone else who lives in Hawkins and is into boys and maybe Gareth was right and he has been into him for years. Fucking sue him.

[bunbeeplays]

The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 100 - Celeste and a Star

Ophelia hasn't been in the spotlight much lately, so she lost a bit of her progress towards her next celebrity ranking, but The Main Squeeze is debuting their latest song at the Lemon Drop tonight. Time to get back in the spotlight!

Meanwhile, Gemma's not sure how she feels about yogurt, so she's the one who's really struggling in this house.

Xander's seemed a bit off all morning.

Ophelia: Babe, you doing okay?

Xander: We spent all day yesterday working with Gemma on crawling and she's still not doing it yet. Do you think we're doing something wrong?

For a self-assured Sim, he's kind of a mess.

This game has great timing sometimes. As they're worrying about her development, Gemma hits another milestone: pincer grasp!

Ophelia: Xander, are you seeing this? She's never done that before!

Xander: That's my girl!

Ophelia: See, she's doing fine. She's going at her own pace.

Xander: Yeah, you're right. I just want her to be a top-notch infant.

Ophelia: Hitting milestones helps, but being well-loved and taken care of is what counts. We're killing it in that department!

Ophelia: You need a hobby that's not Gemma-related. I know fitness has been really good for you lately but what about something more creative?

Xander: Well, nectar-making is in the game now. I've always wanted to try it, but the Watcher never got around to downloading the mod…

A lot of Ophelia's friends come out to listen to their debut single! Lilith Pleasant wishes it was more emo apparently.

🎶And up until now, I had sworn To myself that I'm content with loneliness Because none of it was ever worth the risk Well, you are the only exception🎶

Everyone seems to be loving the new song! Especially this woman who Ophelia can't help but feel looks… familiar.

When Ophelia comes out of the bathroom, she bumps into the woman from the crowd.

Woman: Oh my gosh, you were amazing! You always said you wanted to make your dreams a reality and you did it! I'm so proud of you, girl.

Ophelia: Thank you… Do I know you?

Woman: It's okay, I look a little different than I did the last time you saw me. We were in debate club together… Monica Pierce would call us Fat Bitch and Gay Kid? Well, turns out I wasn't gay after all.

Ophelia: Oh my Watcher!

Ophelia: Look at you! You're stunning! Did you change your name?

Celeste: I go by Celeste now. I'm sure this is a bit of a shock.

Ophelia: Actually, a lot of stuff you'd say makes more sense now. Like how you liked boys but wanted to be 'the girl' in the relationship.

Ophelia hugs her old friend. She missed a lot since she moved away…

Ophelia: I never thought I'd see anyone from home again.

Celeste: Well, you should come visit!

Ophelia: Hehe, yeah…

As nice as it was to see her friend from high school, it does bring up memories…

Celeste: I gotta admit, for a while, I was really mad you just left for Britechester without saying goodbye, but once I saw you singing on FlipFlop, I couldn't hold a grudge. Your parents were always so hard on you, I couldn't blame you for leaving early.

Ophelia: Britechester?

Ophelia: What are you talking about? I didn't even go to University.

Celeste: What? When you didn't show up for graduation, I went to your house and asked your parents where you were and they told me you got accepted into Britechester for early admission.

Those sons of…

Ophelia: I CANNOT believe them. Celeste, my parents lied to you. They disowned me for pursuing a music career.

Celeste: WHAT?! Ophelia, I'm so sorry. Why didn't you reach out? My dad loved you, he would have let you stay with us. You could have gone to graduation!

Ophelia: I was humiliated… I wanted to leave my old life behind, but that never should have included you. I'm sorry, Celeste.

Celeste: Honey, it sounds like you've been through a lot. I'm sure you did what you had to to heal.

Ophelia: Yeah, it was a struggle, but a good one.

Ophelia: I can't believe they lied to you like that.

Celeste: It's not just me. They told everyone that. Last I heard, you were going to take over the firm soon.

Ophelia: WHAT?!

Celeste: Now that you're getting more famous, I don't think they can keep the lie up much longer.

Ophelia: I knew they were scum but I didn't think they'd stoop that low. Well, if you still like gossip as much as you did in high school, feel free to tell everyone you know the truth.

Celeste: Ooooh you know I will.

Ophelia: If it's okay with you, let's change the subject…

Ophelia: Look at that rock on your hand! Who's the lucky guy?

Celeste: His name is Christopher! We met at the tech startup we work for. And you just got married to the owner of this bar, right?

Ophelia: Yeah. I'm sorry I missed so much.

Celeste: Well, let's catch up!

Celeste and Christopher have two adopted children: Atlas and Orion. Ophelia shows her 8000 pics of Gemma.

As fun as it is to catch up with her old friend and learn about her new life since transitioning, Ophelia can't stop thinking about her parents and their audacity.

Ophelia: I want to stay in touch, okay? No more ghosting from me, I swear.

Celeste: I'd love that. This feels like old times.

Ophelia: All we need is Monica Pierce making fun of us.

Celeste: That basic bitch is in a failing pyramid scheme now. We should be making fun of her.

[mariacallous]

Sidney Dillon. Conglomateur, adviser to Presidents, an old flame of Ina’s. I remember once picking up a copy of what was, after the Bible and The Murder of Roger Ackroyd, Ina’s favorite book, Isak Dinesen’s Out of Africa; from between the pages fell a Polaroid picture of a swimmer standing at water’s edge, a wiry well-constructed man with a hairy chest and a twinkle-grinning tough-Jew face; his bathing trunks were rolled to his knees, one hand rested sexily on a hip, and with the other he was pumping a dark fat mouth-watering dick. On the reverse side a notation, made in Ina’s boyish script, read: Sidney. Lago di Garda. En route to Venice. June, 1962.

“Dill and I have always told each other everything. He was my lover for two years when I was just out of college and working at Harper’s Bazaar. The only thing he ever specifically asked me never to repeat was this business about the governor’s wife; I’m a bitch to tell it, and maybe I wouldn’t if it wasn’t for all these blissful bubbles risin’ in my noggin—” She lifted her Champagne and peered at me through its sunny effervescence.

“Gentlemen, the question is: why would an educated, dynamic, very rich and well-hung Jew go bonkers for a cretinous Protestant size forty who wears low-heeled shoes and lavender water? Especially when he’s married to Cleo Dillon, to my mind the most beautiful creature alive, always excepting the Garbo of even ten years ago (incidentally, I saw her last night at the Gunthers’, and I must say the whole setup has taken on a very weathered look, dry and drafty, like an abandoned temple, something lost in the jungles at Angkor Wat; but that’s what happens when you spend most of a life loving only yourself, and that not very much). Dill’s in his sixties now; he could still have any woman he wants, yet for years he yearned after yonder porco. I’m sure he never entirely understood this ultra-perversion, the reason for it; or if he did he never would admit it, not even to an analyst—that’s a thought! Dill at an analyst! Men like that can never be analyzed because they don’t consider any other man their equal. But as for the governor’s wife, it was simply that for Dill she was the living incorporation of everything denied him, forbidden to him as a Jew, no matter how beguiling and rich he might be: the Racquet Club, Le Jockey, the Links, White’s—all those places he would never sit down to a table of backgammon, all those golf courses where he would never sink a putt—the Everglades and the Seminole, the Maidstone, and St. Paul’s and St. Mark’s et al., the saintly little New England schools his sons would never attend. Whether he confesses to it or not, that’s why he wanted to fuck the governor’s wife, revenge himself on that smug hog-bottom, make her sweat and squeal and call him daddy.

[lovegasmic]

⋆ JEALOUS TOJI FUCKIN’ YOU IN AN ALLEY

mdni. f!reader, hair pulling, mentions of voyeurism. repost.

“Toji! m’s sorry” you squirm, nails aching from where they scrape across the alleyway wall where Toji has you against, thighs shaking from the uncomfortable half bent position with your ass sticking up for your boyfriend to fuck into.

he scoffs at the slurred tone, pulling on your hair a tad tighter until the veins in his hands pop, gritting his teeth when your dripping cunt sucks him deeper at the sharp pain caused on your scalp.

“didn’t look like you were sorry while flirting with that kid” he grunts, leaning over your shoulder to lick down your earlobe until drops of saliva disappear between your cleavage, staining the pretty dress’s chest that you decided to wear for the club.

“i-i wasn’t” you sob, “he was just asking to d— ngh!”

he clicks his tongue, once, twice before tugging on your hair strands again, “i don’t believe you, maybe I should teach that brat a lesson, huh?”

his fat tip drooling precum all over your sticky walls at the prospect of having Gojo Satoru’s horrified face watch your pretty ruined self getting railed. Toji doesn’t mind no, he, in fact would love for every jerk that has ever flirted with you to watch how much of a cock hungry bitch you become under your lover’s touch.

“you’d love that dont’cha?, getting everyone to know who you belong to” the squeeze of your cunt around his cock almost impossible to bear with his lewd words, slick gushing from your hole in a very appreciative sign of how much you enjoyed his rough treatment, “aw, are you gonna cum that soon, princess?”

you can only nod, slurring unintelligible words that sound like a mix of ‘yes’ and ‘please’ and getting in return Toji’s hips humping your ass, tip hitting the spot that has your knees weak within seconds. his hands find your belly, pressing on the skin slightly enough to bend you further, almost reaching your cervix with precise thrusts that has you whimpering, “come on, cum on my cock” he mutters, coming for your mouth in a sharp kiss that’s mostly teeth and saliva, urging you to squeeze and cream all over his fat tip, which forces his own orgasm coating your pussy walls.

Toji fucks his semen inside your tight hole with short thrusts, holding onto the skin of your ass to bring it against himself as to reach deeper, marking your insides before fixing your thin underwear, smirking at the uncomfortable expression on your face when his seed soaks through your panties.

“you can now go dance with that kid” toji chuckles before leaving a short but precise slap on your butt.

[ruralbi]

You know what's really sad? I'm 31 I'm slowly entering the end of my twink years. But that's not the sad part, as I'm planning to do a graceful transition to a beautiful otter, probably around 40yo. On God I'll get proper hairy one day.

(aparté, as a younger man I used to bemoan the end of my twink years at like 23 but I was sorely mistaken. Now I realize every day as I stand next to regular degular men that I am..... still a fucking twink. Now distinguished by less MDMA and more face lines, but still very obviously different than the just some guys next to me.) (I call this the Wilson life stage) like idk I got older but the older guys I'm into got older as well so in comparison with them I'm still twinkish? Drug addicted club slut is the burgeoning stage of twink life and now I'm blossoming into a beautiful bitch who listens to eurodance at Sunday brunch. Before if I did a huge scene bc whoever I was dating didn't pay me enough attention it was bc I had too much coke, now it's because I'm just a melodramatic brat like that. And that's growth baby. Find out who you are and do it on purpose.)

Anyway the sad part is the abysmal bear prospects in my area.

There's the mason who calls me beautiful and loves to talk about what he would do to me if he were ten years younger, but I've become friends with his wife.

There's the farmer who asked me to go to the sauna with him but he's friends with my parents AND his son is my age. (Tbh I'm kinda convinced I fumbled that one and should've gone for it, but the SAUNA as a FIRST DATE??? I do need substance abuse for that one chief, at least do the bar bathroom so I can have a drink beforehand I beg you) I could've gotten railed in the normal very much not gay sauna with like the third grade history teacher and my coworker's mother wondering what the hell is that noise in the next room, what a miss. I still buy his milk, it's a small comfort to me. He pretends he never invited me to the sauna and jokes about women ay what can you do! with my dad.

(moment of silence for the builder bottom who ended up threatening my housemate (his coworker) and almost hit me when I intervened about it. A Chihuahua can still bite bitch, I hope I never see him again BUT he was hot and a proper bear)

Best prospect currently is a local radio announcer but he's possibly not fat enough idk I need to see him naked, ideally in a jockstrap... to really make up my mind. And unlike all the others he's not propositioned me already, so I'm doing the eyes with force of a thousand suns. My resolution is to invite him to the bar in two weeks and if he says yes I'll see what he does in the bathroom.

And yes the current obsession with older bears is because I'm still holding to my word to not fuck my toxic ex (who was a young bear, unbecoming of myself really).

I haven't been touched in SO long like I seriously need to hold hands while watching telly but I would settle for cocksucking at this stage. local radio host please call me.

I hold hope bc we had several conversations where I batted my eyelashes and he told me that he's old, poor and okay with trans people. I'm like bitch me too! We have so much in common, let me suck your dick about it.