#i can’t draw shit from balls honestly

[rougeclasslover]

Happy Birthday to me ! 😋

I am older now, and happy to share this day with my favorite freeloading parasite @surgeonssturgeon

even made a drawing for the occasion look at that

[kuroosdarling]

‎♡‧₊˚ ꒰ FEATURING ꒱ virgin!atsumu

‎♡‧₊˚ ꒰ CONTENTS ꒱ : MDNI !! virginity loss, unprotected sex, overstimulation, tsumu and reader fuck each other dumb oops

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"what did ya do to me?” atsumu gasps out, resting his forehead onto yours before he starts moving again.

he can’t help erratically rutting into you, feeling your slick walls coat his cock, driving him further into insanity. the constant pulses your cunt emitted pulls him in a haze, fucking his cum further into you. the way you squeeze him so tightly was going straight to his head, clouding his vision until all he could feel was you.

he never knew it could feel this good. it honestly felt better than any win on the court, higher than any high he’s ever had. something was coursing through his veins, egging him on to push himself as deep as he could into your warm, welcoming cunt.

once you showed him where the clit was, it was game over. he had surprised you, he was a natural. but then again, he was always good at striving to be the best.

and you were being so good for him, laying there and taking it, guiding him with your legs wrapped around his waist. but what else would he expect from his cute manager. the one who had welcomed him to the team with a sweet smile and constant reassurance. he didn’t realize he had gotten any special treatment from you until bokuto commented on it. that’s when he knew you might’ve liked him. and that’s when he decided to make his clumsy move.

it doesn’t matter how many times you’ve cum or how he had already cum, he couldn’t stop even if he wanted to. he kept spilling into you while simultaneously spilling out all the feelings he’s kept locked inside. it was like a dam breaking, once it started it couldn’t stop.

“cant believe i’m the one that gets to fuck ya.” he moans in your ear, hips stuttering against you before finding his pace again. the room was filled with the sound of your bodies slapping together, his balls feverishly clapping against your ass.

he knew he sounded whiny — but he didn’t care. not when every fiber of his being was on fire, the amount of pleasure was overwhelming. the overstimulation was starting to bite at him but there was no way he could stop, even if he wanted to. absolutely addicted to the way your body melded with his.

“shit-” you gasp out, clawing more into his back. the sensation of you drawing small scratches into him brought him back down to reality for a moment, letting out a deep groan.

his eyes quickly found yours as he tried to assess if you were feeling as good as he was feeling. but judging by the way those breathy moans and whimpers of his name were flowing out of your mouth, he hoped he was doing a good job. but he needed you to say it.

“does it feel good? when i fuck ya like this?” he pants, leaving open mouth kisses along your throat. his words were laced with insecurity despite his cocky question, absolutely desperate to know the answer.

“feels so good ‘tsumu.” your words slur together. the nickname caught him off guard and pride swells in his chest, driving him to drive into you harder, grabbing your legs and throwing them over his shoulders. the new position angled him deeper, and he knew he was a goner.

“fuck m’gonna cum again.” he panted out, driven by the need to fill you up more. he felt himself getting tired but he didn’t want to stop, not when you were babbling out for him. breathing wasn’t the priority right now, you were. tears pricked along his last line as his hips stuttered into you, trying to push himself all the way past your wall and lodge himself into your heart.

everything with blank for a moment, white filling his vision as he came in spurts, practically moaning out your name as he emptied himself into you. the way your walls were fluttering around him prolonged his orgasm and he could barely hold on, roughly gripping onto your waist as his lifeline.

but he wasn’t done.

after cumming twice already, overstimulation was ripping into him, the pain shooting directly into his tip. but the pleasure easily outweighed it. especially with the way your slick walls were clinging onto his cock, almost as desperate for him as he was for you. he knew he had another one left in him.

the two of you were drenched in sweat and who knows what else. but he had never seen you look more beautiful as you laid under him, pulling at him for more. his cock twitched at the sight, and he was more than ready to deliver what you both craved.

[retroaria]

boyfriend rin headcannon queen?

a/n: holy shit how have i gone this long without making rin bf headcanons??? thank you anon im gonna give you a kith 💋

˚｡⋆❀˖° BOYFRIEND RIN ˚｡⋆❀˖°

❀ Itoshi Rin x gn!reader | all characters aged up 18+ | SFW

BLUE LOCK M.LIST | requests are open! | enjoy 🐢 -aria

pre-boyfriend!rin who is much less intimidated by his feelings for you than people may expect. he understands how he feels and he accepts it, but no way in hell is he telling you about them. he tries to push them down as far as he can for as long as he can. doesn’t want the distraction and is a little insecure about how he’ll be as a boyfriend.

pre-boyfriend!rin who goes out of his way to introduce himself to you, help you out with stuff, get things for you that you need, but not without complaining (as if he isn’t giddy at the thought of just being around you). “Seriously, you can’t do this on your own? If you’re going to hurt yourself doing it then just let me handle it.”

pre-boyfriend!rin who gets jealous and possessive as if you’re already his partner. tries to get your attention on him instead of others without showing how he’s feeling. always makes it a little too obvious though, especially when he literally grabs your arm and pulls you away. “That guy’s a loser, just stay with me and he won’t bother you.”

pre-boyfriend!rin who invites you to hang out just to sit and talk in his room, invites you to his games and practices, gets defensive about introducing you to his teammates, and proceeds to act as if all that isn’t couple level interaction. rin finds solace in the thin line he walks between acting like you best friend and acting like your boyfriend. he likes the way he gets to act in regards to you without actually having to explain himself or his feelings. however, the thought that you aren’t actually his and could be taken from him at any time is enough to push him past his comfort zone and lead to his confession.

pre-boyfriend!rin who lets his feelings build up to an unbearable point and only then does he confess to you. his confession comes off a little passive aggressive. he isn’t sure how to explain how he feels without saying that you did this to him or you did that to him and he had no other choice but to fall in love with you. he unintentionally rambles on during his confession, drawing it out a bit too much because he isn’t sure when to stop, and he could honestly go on forever about how much and how deeply he feels for you. slowly but surely his tone becomes more affectionate and he shuts up in a moment of embarrassment awaiting your response.

boyfriend!rin who so quickly loses the tough guy act once you guys start dating. the beginning stages of physical touch and intimacy hit him like a semi truck and he can’t help but melt into a puddle any time he gets to be in your arms. he slugs over to you after practice and games, still sweaty and heaving, and plops himself over your shoulders. tries his best not to put all his weight on you but just enough for him to feel cradled. he swears laying in bed with you is some kind of mind control ritual that you perform on him because how else could you get him to so easily open up and share a piece of his mind with you? the stillness of the night, the softness of the sheets, the comforter, and your skin against his; it makes him feel so safe he doesn’t even let the words that come out of his mouth process in his brain first.

boyfriend!rin who takes you on very sweet and simple dates. likes sitting by the water with you, walking along the beach or at the park. he likes aimlessly kicking a soccer ball around with you in his backyard while you guys talk. dates with him feel more like hangouts, but sometimes he does like to put in a little extra effort to make it something special.

boyfriend!rin who has absolutely no wandering eye or intentions of being with anyone else. remember how difficult it was for him to just be with you? nah, no way is he doing that again. plus he’s got the best partner in the world so it’s not like he would ever want to risk that. because of this he would let you have a lot of say in his appearance. his haircuts, his clothes, even the body wash and cologne he wears. obviously he still wouldn’t let you choose something that he doesn’t like, but he wants you to like all of it too and he doesn’t mind catering to your preferences on him. you’re the only person he’s trying to impress and he wants you to feel confident about that.

boyfriend!rin who secretly wants everyone to know you’re his but also doesn’t want to make a spectacle out of you. he tells his teammates about you, occasionally will post about you, and he comments on all your posts. I can’t imagine him doing a hard launch, but he’s not afraid to mention in interviews or in conversation that he is in fact taken and in love.

boyfriend!rin who greatly appreciates the advice and support that you give him. he’s got some issues he needs to work through, and he feels so lucky to have you by his side. not judging him or scolding him for acting the way he does, but instead teaching him love in new ways and guiding him towards better understanding of others and behavior. he really starts taking things more seriously when you’re around, specifically in regards to separating his attitude on the field and off the field. he holds you like water in his hands and he wants that to help him learn how to show others and himself that same tenderness when necessary.

boyfriend!rin who is very possessive but not over protective. he lets you go out and dress up and look hot for the whole world to see. he trusts you with his whole heart and the idea of someone trying to hit on you while he isn’t there doesn’t scare him. he does hate when people hit on you while he is there though, it makes his blood boil. he goes into predator mode and literally forces you to cling to him like you’re his cub. he’s definitely the type to fight with other guys in your instagram comment section, would stop after you tell him that it’s kind of embarrassing though lol. god forbid someone from a rival team makes a comment after seeing you at one of his games, he’s literally devouring them on the pitch and then probably trying to beat the shit out of them after.

boyfriend!rin who purposely puts things on the highest shelves in your shared apartment so that you have no other choice but to ask him for help. he reaches up and grabs whatever you need, handing it to you with the stupidest smirk on his face.

boyfriend!rin who always needs to have some point of contact with you when you’re together. he isn’t big on pda at all and would cringe if you tried to be excessive about it, but he will admit he just needs your hand in his almost all of the time. if not that then he’ll opt for placing his hand on your lower back or on your thigh.

boyfriend!rin who is so whipped that he looks through your socials and his personal pictures of you multiple times a day when he’s away for games. he genuinely gets homesick for you and hates the feeling. calls you when he wakes up in the mornings and before he goes to bed at night, and of course is texting you throughout the day. he’s not a gimmicky guy but he loves getting you little souvenirs from the different countries he visits. his gifts are always tasteful and he knows what you like so don’t worry.

boyfriend!rin who is the best gift giver! he’s so doting and attentive that he knows you like the back of his hand and never fails to surprise you with items, trips, events, etc. that you absolutely love.

boyfriend!rin who is super freaking awesome and cute and im only writing this bc i feel weird ending the post on something random lol. all hail rin itoshi. the rin stans have convinced me!!

LOOOOORD forgive me i know it’s been like a week since my last official post but im a working woman, a single mom who works two jobs who loves her kids and never stops with gentle hands and the heart of a fighter im a survivor bro yall wouldn’t understand. anyways im trying to get back on my regular posting schedule bc i have so many requests to fulfill so stay tuned aria nation - peace out ✌️

[loveinhawkins]

The Championship Game of 1985 is only a quarter of the way done, and Eddie is already certain that it’s not going to be a Hawkins victory.

It kinda blows, honestly. It’s boring, like correctly guessing the ending of a movie five minutes in.

And yeah, sue him, maybe high school basketball is a legitimate source of entertainment—he can admit that in the safety of his own head, at least.

Take, for example, the first game of the ‘83 tournament, when a timeout was called with only seconds remaining: the Tigers’ last hope of winning was to miraculously sink a shot with the fraction of time they had left. The tension in the air was palpable as the team formed a huddle—Eddie couldn’t hear anything apart from students chanting, but he stood on his tiptoes and found a gap in the crowd, just in time to read Steve Harrington’s lips: “I’ll make it.”

And he had—with a goddamn stunning full-court jump shot, too, the ball falling through the net just before the buzzer sounded.

Like, come on. Eddie would only admit it under pain of death, but that definitely rivals the intensity of any worthy campaign.

But he can see none of that excitement now. The Tigers have had few opportunities to even get the ball, and whenever they do, Billy Hargrove seems to have taken it upon himself to hog the damn thing, like it’s a symbol of his masculinity.

Of course, he loses the ball—again—and his nostrils flare with anger.

Maybe that’s why Eddie notices it. He’s checked out of paying attention to the game itself, instead focusing on the jaded expressions of Hargrove’s teammates.

As the ball makes its way down center court, Eddie’s eyes are instead drawn to Steve Harrington. He looks pissed, wiping sweat off his forehead and shouting what looks like some pretty choice words at Hargrove’s back.

Hargrove doesn’t seem to acknowledge it, but for just a moment he goes completely still, and all Eddie can think is danger.

It’s covert, the way it’s all done. Hargrove’s move is quick and calculated; he steps far enough away afterwards that it looks like the whole thing is the fault of a rival player.

But Eddie sees the subtle shove. Sees Steve lose his footing.

He goes down hard.

Winces ripple through the audience. Eddie hears Robin Buckley from band suck air through her teeth, then ramble, “Shit, do you think it’s really bad? Beth Wildfire, on my soccer team, her bone, like, came out of her whole knee, you could see it, must’ve been six inches—”

It doesn’t look like anything as gory as that has happened; Steve is already up, and from the redness of his face, it initially seems as if the only thing that’s been hurt is his pride.

But as Eddie sidles to the end of the front row, within earshot of the bench, he sees that Steve can’t put his weight on one ankle, sees the telling way he grits his teeth while speaking.

“I can keep going,” he says, even as Jason Carver’s getting pulled up to replace him.

The coach barely spares Steve a glance, clapping Carver on the shoulder as he jogs onto the court.

“Get someone to take you over to the nurse.”

Steve’s spine goes rigid. “But I can—”

“Look, I don’t have time for this.” The coach finally looks at Steve directly, pointing a stern finger at his chest. “You’re benched, Harrington.”

Steve visibly deflates. He opens his mouth, but no words come out, and then he glances to the side, as if suddenly aware that he’s drawing attention to himself.

This time, when his teeth clench, Eddie thinks that it’s more from embarrassment than pain.

“Whatever,” Steve mutters, and he limps out of the hall—close enough that he clips Eddie by the shoulder as he goes.

Eddie doesn’t know that he’s made a decision until he’s already moving, stepping to the side.

He turns and heads for the exit.

There’s a jeering call from the bench: Mark Lewinsky.

“Aw, what are you gonna do, Munson? Nurse him back to health?”

Obscene moaning noises, punctuated with laughter.

Eddie rolls his eyes.

He finds Steve in the corridor, bracing himself with a hand against the wall. There’s a couple of pictures on the floor, class photos taken for the yearbook that had been pinned up; Steve must have inadvertently torn them down as he grappled for balance.

“Go away, Munson,” he says without looking. “Go back to the game.”

“I’ve kinda lost interest,” Eddie says lightly. He manages to watch Steve take one painful step before he simply can’t do it anymore—stepping forward, he says, “Christ, Harrington, here.”

Steve jolts away from his hand. “Fuck off, I don’t need—”

“Well, fuck you too, then,” Eddie snaps. Something’s burning in his chest, a sudden and fierce hurt. “Jesus Christ. You know what I am isn’t fucking catching, right?”

He shocks himself by saying it.

In the silence that follows all he can think is that, for once, his dad was right: he never did learn how to shut his damn mouth.

Steve’s staring at him, pressing his back against the wall like it’s the one thing keeping him upright.

“That’s—that’s not why—” He breaks off, looks completely lost.

Somewhere within Eddie’s own mortification, he takes pity on him.

He sniffs, tries to act nonchalant. “Don’t hurt yourself, man.”

“No, I—I didn’t mean…” Steve sighs. “I’m sorry. That’s not—I just meant—” He pushes off from the wall again, wobbles until his hand finds purchase. “Just meant I can do it myself.”

Eddie feels his heart rate slow. He tilts his head. Re-examines Steve’s posture: the set to his jaw, the pained determination.

Years ago, Eddie broke his wrist at the fair, thanks to an awkward crash while on the bumper cars. It was the first summer that staying at Wayne’s had become a permanent thing, and Eddie had hidden his wrist beneath the folds of his too-large leather jacket, but Wayne met him off the ride and immediately noticed (“Chrissake, Ed. I’m not mad, kid. Just… lemme help you?”).

Eddie tried to stay silent as he got wrapped into a splint, because anything else felt like admitting to something.

Felt shameful.

“Yeah, you can,” Eddie says, shrugging. He pauses. Takes a chance. “Doesn’t mean you have to, though.”

He moves forward again—slower this time. Offers his hand.

Steve takes it.

“For the record,” he says, grunting as he shifts his weight, “I could’ve kept playing. Like, I’ve had worse.”

Yeah, Eddie thinks, you sure have.

Steve clearly hasn’t sensed that Eddie’s thoughts have gone to how messed up his face was last winter, because he keeps talking.

“Anyway. My own damn fault.” A rueful grin. “Didn’t plant my feet.”

“Don’t,” Eddie says. “You don’t have to… I saw. I saw Hargrove, man.”

Steve scoffs quietly. “Yeah, of course you did.”

“Shit, Harrington, way to make me sound like a stalker.”

“No, it’s just—” Steve shakes his head. “Just typical, that’s all. Remember when the fire alarm went off, last spring? You were the only one who noticed Debbie Lyons was missing.”

“Uh, so?”

Steve smiles. “So… you notice things.”

Eddie doesn’t know what to say.

But he gives it a try as they round another corner.

“What the fuck is Hargrove’s problem with you, dude?”

Steve chuckles wryly. “I’m really annoying.”

“Yeah, fair enough,” Eddie says, grinning when Steve manages to elbow him in the ribs. “But not, like, ‘intentionally injure’ levels of annoying. He threw the game, too.”

“Huh?”

Eddie fixes Steve with a pointed look. “Took out one of our best players.”

Steve rolls his eyes, but still looks undeniably pleased. “Shuddup.” He sobers in the space of taking another step and says, “With Hargrove, it’s… there’s bigger things than basketball, y’know?”

Eddie hears the just drop it underneath what’s spoken. He nods.

They’re almost at the nurse’s office when Steve sighs. “S’not exactly how I pictured it.”

“Hmm?”

“My last game.” Steve winces slightly as they inch closer to the door; Eddie tries to take more of his weight. “Had it in my head that I’d win, go out on a high.”

Eddie’s staring down the prospect of repeating senior year again—he knows all about having ideas in your head that don’t quite pan out.

“Life isn’t like a movie, Harrington,” he says.

It comes out perhaps more fond than he intended.

For some reason, Steve starts laughing like he’s heard something downright hilarious. “Yeah, gonna have to agree to disagree on that one, Munson.”

In the nurse’s office, they find out Steve’s probably got a bad sprain rather than a fracture (“See? I totally could’ve kept playing,” Steve insists), but that he should get it checked out at the hospital, just in case.

Ice pack in one hand, Steve makes a call on the office phone, with what sounds like a morbidly curious teen on the other end: “No, dude, there’s no blood—can you be normal for, like, two seconds and put your mom on? Thank you.”

As Steve hangs up, Eddie is very aware that the right time to leave was probably five minutes ago.

He stays put.

“This was supposed to be my last game, too,” he says.

“Was?”

Eddie clicks his tongue. “Well. S’not confirmed yet, haven’t had my last test results back. But uh, it’s kinda like the game.” He nods in the direction that they came, towards the basketball court. “I already know which way it’s gonna go.”

There’s no judgement in Steve’s eyes. “Sorry. Must’ve been boring to watch.”

Eddie smiles. “Nah, you’re good.”

He doesn’t say that, in his eyes, Steve’s single-handedly given the school almost all of its memorable basketball moments. That his secret favourite one isn’t even a Tigers victory: there was a game when Steve was poised to take the winning shot, and a kid from Connersville fainted.

In the few seconds of confusion, Steve could’ve still taken the shot. He could’ve won.

But as soon as he realised what was going on, he refused to.

To Eddie, that says more about him than any triumph ever could.

The phone rings again; the nurse is letting a Mrs Henderson in at the front of the school to pick up Steve.

“Guess that’s my cue,” Eddie says, because there’s only so many people allowed in the office at one time.

“See you, Munson. Um, thanks, by the way. Hope next year’s championship is, uh, better.”

There’s something in the way he says it, like even while still in the building, he’s drifting away, high school in his rear view mirror.

Oh, Eddie thinks wistfully, you’re already halfway outta here, aren’t you?

Goddamnit. I might actually miss you, Steve Harrington. You and your stupid hair.

“Hmm, can’t see myself going to watch next year.”

“Oh, yeah? How come?”

Eddie lingers in the doorway. Maybe it’s the fact that in a few weeks they’re never gonna see each other again. Maybe that helps him say it. Makes him a little braver.

He’s never learned to shut his damn mouth.

“My favourite player’s leaving,” he says.

And sure, he leaves barely a second later; he’s not that brave.

But he stays just long enough to catch Steve’s smile: startled, pleased, and perhaps just a little shy—like he’s made the winning shot after all.

[soobnny]

classmate au | nishimura riki

❝ did you guys see that? i was the one who taught her how to do that!❞

heeseung | jay | jake | sunghoon | sunoo | jungwon | NI-KI

nishimura riki….

the absolute menace that this boy is

The Class Clown

being seatmates with him is probably the worst decision you have ever made

not bc of him and his jokes !!!!!

no he’s very funny actually

he makes you laugh all the time

he just ALWAYS whispers the wrong answer to you during oral recitation

and you ALWAYS fall for it

“what is the second stage of cell division?”

“meiosis,” he’d whisper so confidently

“m…meiosis?” you ask more to him bc u know he’s wrong but the teacher hears you anyway 😭😭😭

he is just SOOOOO !!!! unbearable

also btw he calls u by ur last name

the type to be close friends with all the teachers

he’d just casually reply to them in class (ofc in a respectful enough manner)

always makes the class laugh

he’s always doing some shit honestly like just don’t try to understand him atp

he likes to switch with the person seated behind you sometimes so he can sit beside a close friend but ALSO so he can play with your hair

ni-ki will just do ANYTHING .. put your hair in poor braids, put it in a ponytail ltrly anything

he has started his own hair salon behind you

tells you not to fix your hair for the rest of the day

so yes you end up sporting his poorly styled ponytail where some strands are sticking out

also the type to draw on your arm

in the case that he doesn’t switch with the person behind you, he’ll just start drawing on your arm

ANYTHING absolutely anything

hearts … maybe even a dick im sorry he is a Man and he will start giggling to himself when he draws it on your forearm

tbh u just let him do it

it’s bc he looks so cute … like he’s so focused on your arm while you’re focused on your teacher

during those class seminars, he is STILL seated next to you

but you guys don’t listen to the speaker most of the time

he’ll have the 8ball app loaded on his phone and you guys will just silently play billiards on his phone

changes ur contact name to “sucks at 8ball”

when it’s his turn to make a move, you try and pay attention to the speaker

but then he nudges your arm to signal that it’s your turn and he hands you his phone so you can make a move

BTW idk how to explain this but the seats r like those in the movie theaters

imagine …. your arms on the same arm rest … side by side …. touching

he is actually so slick with it

unlike jake, you’ll often find him at the volleyball court instead of the basketball court

you enjoy sitting at the sides too

ur friends like playing so sometimes they’d play against riki or on the same team as him and you’d just watch as u wait for ur sibling to get u from school

or until you can commute back home with your friends

sometimes you’d join too

BUT only after telling them you’re bad at the sport over and over and over again and them telling you it’s ok over and over and over again too

you finally join in and play volleyball with them with the reassurance that they’re just playing for fun !!!!!!

honestly it’s so much fun but Menace Riki loves to target the ball in ur direction

(it’s so you can play too since most of the time … the ball doesn’t go in ur direction so ure just awkwardly standing in ur position 🧍‍♀️)

the next day, this mf drags u out of class HIMSELF to the direction of the volleyball court and teaches you how to set

“okay, hands above ur forehead, okay? 😒” and u’re just trying to take his directions

he’d be soooooo annoying when you set a ball properly for the first time too

would ltrly turn to everyone in the court with his loud mouth and start praising you

“hey, did you guys see that?? i taught her how to do that !!! i’m her mentor”

ofc it becomes something about Him instead but it’s just cuz he can’t risk everyone knowing about his big fat crush on you

(sucks to be him bc everyone already knows like … have you seen the way he looks at you?)

he’s secretly so proud and plays volleyball with you to the side instead of playing an actual match

it’s to help you improve

bc he’s your self-proclaimed mentor 🥹

and when his friends drag him to play, he’ll insist you play too on the same team as him

you know how like .. one touch .. two touch .. volleyball is until three right?

ni-ki loves to set the ball or toss it to you so you can actually play too

your hype boy 😍😍😍😍

another funny story with this boy was when you and your friend were on your way to go home

and it started raining

ni-ki’s bff and ur bff r dating ok !!!

so naturally, his best friend leaves his side to shade his gf (ur bff) with an umbrella

now u’re left behind with riki

u do NOT expect him to grab his umbrella, open it up, and tell you to start walking with u

shields you so now you’re following behind ur dating bffs

honestly it’s actually kind of a cute memory

sharing an umbrella .. so romantic 🥰

ofc ur friends tease u !!! those who witnessed it happen and when u and ur friend r safely sheltered from the rain,, riki’s bff starts pushing him and teasing him for finally making a move

the direction ni-ki needs to go to isn’t even where he had walked u to but he still did it so you wouldn’t get sick

ANYWAYS he’s the teasing to get ur attention when he has a crush type so

good luck

expect him to always be up in your business and calling your name out

just embarrassing you in all possible ways

ALL GOOD INTENTIONS i swear

he’s just bad at expressing his feelings

u guys r just an old married couple bickering in class sometimes

your classmates start making bets on when you two will finally start dating

when he finally asks you out, his cocky teasing behavior is just thrown out the window

he stutters and scratches the back of his head and looks anywhere but to you

indirectly asks you out

“wanna eat um street foods after class?”

“who’s coming with,” you’d ask

“JUST ME… just me. just us…”

ltrly something as simple as that has him blushing all over 😭

he has no problem embarrassing u and drawing dicks on ur arms and calling ur name in the hallway and throwing an arm around ur shoulder

but the moment he asks u to eat out with him ?? even just for street food ?? bye he’s so shy and nervous

it’s SOOOO unlike him

“oh, sure!”

his eyes would light up please stop

then his cocky behavior would come back a little .. just enough to be tsundere as he is

“okay… don’t think i wanna hangout with you alone or anything. it’s just a treat for properly setting last time we played vb”

likeeee no one believes you ni-ki

the last time u played vb was like two weeks ago so why r u suddenly treating NOW

it’s actually so cute when u start dating

he has such a Soft Spot for u

LOVES annoying u but is secretly so doting like please

i hate happy couples !!!!!!!!!

i hope u guys r HAPPY <3

note. credits to user @.luvknow for the layout of this post! let me know what you think! please discuss these with me i’m crazy

[graceful-starker]

What Is Kinky?

Summary: Peter is talking with Aunt May on the phone, and Tony is getting bored.

Warnings: ghost!Tony, dub-con if you squint.

WC/Rating: 1561/0

Notes: Happy spooky month! Here is another installment for my ghost Tony AU.

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Peter’s legs shake with the effort of remaining standing, hand clamped over his mouth as he tries to keep his noises to a minimum. This crosses a line. This is too far. He’ll never forgive Tony for this.

“And anyway, it wasn’t even my patient! All I did was answer a call, it was a favor. Because Sandy wasn’t there to answer it herself, which she knows full well that I can bring up at any second!” May has been catching Peter up on the hospital drama for half an hour already - a consequence of Peter not calling enough this week, apparently - and Peter has been silent for the last five of those. His normal ‘hmms’ and ‘no!’ and ‘that bitch!’ are missing, the reason for which Peter will never forgive Tony. 

Tony, having gotten overly bored during May’s droning, had decided he wanted Peter to himself. He had been polite enough to start with asking on the white board. He even, when Peter shook his head no, was polite enough to grope Peter over his clothes instead of just pulling Peter’s pants down like normal. 

But then Peter had ignored him, focusing on May’s stories, and that was truly his biggest mistake. Tony has gotten relatively good at accepting a blatant no, but he still struggles with taking hints such as a lack of enthusiasm or annoyed glares. 

Seeing as Peter was ignoring him, strike one, and not saying no, strike two, Tony hD decided to pull Peter’s pants halfway down his ass and slip his fingers between his boxers and skin. Peter HAD tried to step away from Tony, but Tony’s other hand had clamped around Peter’s hip and kept him still. 

Peter had shook his head and tried to swat Tony’s hand away, but then two fingers were shoved inside of him, and he had needed to focus more on not moaning.

And that’s how he got to where he is now; a death grip on his kitchen counter to keep himself from falling as his knees start to fail him. Tony has four fingers inside of Peter, and he’s pulled Peter’s pants and boxers down to his ankles. 

“And then, you’ll never guess Peter! The bitch actually had the gall to tell John that Mr. Horowitz didn’t sleep the last night because I was the one who forgot to give him his ambien-” Peter gasps loudly as Tony rubs the pads of his fingers back and forth quickly over his prostate, but May only hums in agreement. “I know, right? As if John would ever believe her, I’m not the one who has a record of clocking out before I’m supposed to and leaving the night shift nurses without the handover for shift change!”

Peter swallows thickly as Tony pulls his fingers out, taking the brief respite to say something. “Plus, his ambien is scheduled for be-before you get there,” Peter agrees, proud that his voice sounds mostly normal if a little strained. 

May shouts in exclamation, and Peter can hear the chair she’s sitting in creak as she leans back. “Exactly! But I would have known that he hadn’t taken them yet if she had given me a handover. Honestly, Peter, you know I hate to say it, but she deserves to lose her job.”

Peter hums in agreement, and then bites his lip hard enough to bleed to keep his moan in. Tony has slipped inside of him, slowly forcing his way inside until their hips meet and Peter can feel his ghost’s balls against his own. “Shit,” he whispers.

“What was that?” May asks, drawing Peter’s attention back to his phone.

“Sorry, I almost dropped my phone,” Peter says, his voice shaking. “So then what happened?”

May gasps and starts back on her story, but Peter can’t hear her over the sound of his blood pounding in his ears. Tony pulls out just as slowly, stopping just before his tip can slip out, and then slowly pushes back in. 

Once their hips meet again, Tony grinds his hips in circles, pushing in as deep as possible in this position before pulling enough away to be able to do it again. Despite being too big for his tip to rub into Peter’s prostate, its size has the benefit that it’s so big it still pushes Peter’s prostate with the girth of his shaft. 

Peter rotates the phone so that it’s far away from his mouth, giving him a bit more room to muffle his noises. He’ll never forgive Tony for this, even if he’s going to ask for this scene to be recreated in the future.

“So John was all like, ‘just keep documenting everything, everything, and you’ll be fine.’ So he basically told me to rat her out in my notes!” May says, her voice lowering to mimic her boss.

Peter gasps loudly and bites his lip to stifle the following moan. May takes it for a gasp of surprise and keeps going, but Peter stops listening. Tony has changed tactics; now he pulls out torturously slowly, before slamming as deep into Peter as he can as hard and as fast as he can. Peter’s hips are going to bruise from how hard he’s slammed into the counter, but Peter can’t feel it right now. 

Tony uses one hand to lift Peter’s knee, using the counter to help him balance. The new position makes Tony feel even bigger inside of him, and Tony uses the new leverage to go even deeper inside of Peter. 

“Oh, fuck!” Peter whispers, shoving his fist in his mouth to keep quiet. Tony gives him a second to adjust, a small mercy he rarely gives. 

“I know!” May exclaims, and Peter thanks god that his whisper was appropriate for a reaction. She starts her story again, and Peter doesn’t even try to listen.

Tony squeezes Peter’s thigh and hip, before he starts to jack rabbit into Peter fast and hard enough to create loud slapping noises. Peter holds his breath to keep from screaming, his cock slapping into the counter with the force of the thrusts. 

“Peter? Where are you, what’s that noise?” May asks, and Peter almost curses.

Tony doesn’t relent, continuing the damning rhythm. The slapping noise is undeniably what she’s referring to, and Peter panics before he’s struck with genius.

“Sorry May, I need-I need to call you back. The bus–I’m trying to catch the bus. Fuck! Hold on May, I’ll call you back.” He hangs up and throws his phone on the counter, praying she'll accept the slapping noise as his sneakers on the concrete. 

Tony hooks his chin over Peter’s shoulder, slapping his hips even harder into Peter’s. He lets go of Peter’s hip to wrap a hand around his cock, matching pace to his hips. 

Peter throws his head back against Tony’s shoulder and wails, turning face into Tony’s neck. His orgasm wrecks through him, his cock spurting ropes of come onto the counter and covering Tony’s fist. Tony continues this for a few more minutes before letting Peter’s cock go and holding onto his hip instead. He buries himself deep, starting to fill Peter up with his own orgasm.

Peter pants heavily, letting Tony use his strength alone to hold him up. This is his favorite part, when Tony fills him up with his unfathomably long orgasms. Tony nuzzles his face into the back of Peter’s neck, allowing his leg to fall and grinding his hips as deep into Peter as he can.

Peter swallows thickly and picks up his phone, calling May back. This is going to take a while, for Tony to finish. “Hey, May. Sorry about that, I almost missed the bus. What were you saying?”

“Yeah, I could hear you running!” May laughs, and Peter feels his chest relax with the relief of her buying his excuse. “Anyway, so I was just going to say…” 

Peter tunes her out as he focuses on his stomach slowly growing by the minute. He uses his free hand to rub at his tummy happily. He winces as Tony grinds a bit roughly into him, his own cock trying to stir again. 

“Oh, well. Thank you for listening, Peter. When are you coming by to visit again, huh?” May asks after finishing her story.

Peter hums, leaning back into Tony. “This weekend, actually. I’ll bring lunch and we can watch a movie, yeah?”

Tony bites Peter’s shoulder, and Peter huffs in annoyance. He always hates when Peter isn’t home. 

“Sounds good kiddo. I love you, see you then!”

“Love you May!” Peter says, and disconnects the call. “I hate you, Tony. I can’t believe you did that to me.”

Tony slaps Peter’s hip, grinding deep again in punishment. 

Peter gasps, groaning softly. “That was the kinkiest thing I’ve ever done. And I have sex multiple times a day with a ghost.”

Tony reaches for his marker and scribbles on the board. Peter looks up at the writing, and hums in thought.

“Kinky is like…not normal sex. Um-normal meaning like. Just penis in hole sex.” Peter shivers as Tony pulls out halfway, and swallows thickly. “There’s lots of kinks, I can tell you all about them later.” Peter almost regrets saying it. He isn’t sure if he can survive sex much kinkier than a ghost filling him with come for 15 minutes straight.

[gokustits]

i’d actually like to know what you think of Goku. give me your rant; i want to know everything. how you think he thinks, what he thinks of his friends/ enemies, his relationship with Chichi, his sons, everything. what his motivations are, how he handles negative emotions… yeah. everything.

im just curious. (cause you said it physically hurts when people get him wrong; i want to know what “wrong” is)

People always think goku is “selfish” but honestly he’s not anymore selfish than anyone else in dragon ball. Toriyama says he’s not a hero and he isn’t he does love fighting and fights for himself (and gohan at times) but he also helps people when he can like upa. Goku loves his friends especially krillin his best friend the first time krillin dies is the second time we see goku cry in the series. The second time krillin dies is enough for goku to turn super saiyan out of anger bc krillin couldn’t be brought back to life. People say goku is a bad friend because he doesn’t visit his friends but they could visit him. His enemies are just that he would give them a second chance sometimes but I genuinely don’t believe he would let frieza be brought back to life. Despite what most people think goku does love chichi even dbs made him really angry when goku black kills her and goten in another timeline and the dbz anime gives him flashes of her when he’s in trouble. In the manga (from what I seen) there isn’t much of chichi so that’s what people base goku off of but there isn’t set canon just because toriyama says/ draws something it makes it canon. Also that goku doesn’t kiss his wife was a dumb joke please let it go. Honestly I have no idea why people think goku is bad father like he was literally dead and even piccolo says gohan was spoiled. Dying for your son is something many fathers wouldn’t even do (I know mine fucking wouldn’t) but he did it twice. The sensu bean thing is overblown it was him putting faith in gohan and him leaving earth was him giving gohan and everyone else peace he even says this himself. I’ve even seen people give him shit for not hugging goten in the manga but if people read it piccolo interrupted them. I genuinely believe if goku knew chichi was pregnant he would’ve stayed. His motivations are to find strong opponents and fight them it’s simple but like goku said himself he can’t just let people be destroyed. I think goku bottles up most of his negative emotions mostly his sadness I know he misses his grandpa and is devastated that he’s the one that killed him 

Tldr; people think goku is just a selfish asshole that loves fighting and nothing else but they’re wrong he’s just a silly guy who was raised in the woods 

[somerandomcryptid]

@cleofast300 @calamari-minecraft-corner

Ok so this is literally two AiE sketches I probably won’t finish +unhinged spoiler filled rambling about music that I’ve assosiated with AiE but we ball

Spoilers and general unhingedness about music be below

Ok so first off, Wolf in sheep’s clothing by Set it off is just…… perfect for pre-Dream’s death XD, specifically with it being directed at him, though a few lines are definately from him or his pov, honestly idk how to describe how perfect the song is with out just… sumerizing my whole plans for an animatic of it but long story short it goes through all his murders up to Dream’s and I have such a vision tm

And then I didn’t draw a sketch for this one but Christmas kids by Roar is just some premium XD and Drista vibes

two other songs I didn’t sketch for are the heathers songs Yo Girl and Meant To Be Yours, though ironically JD is different people across them, yo girl being XD and meant to be yours being ai!wilbur but in both Cryptid takes the place of Veronica :)

Important note that Meant to be yours is way more vague vibes where as Yo girl is just like. hello major plot inspiration.

tbh ai!wilbur and cryptid also fit freeze your brain(also from heathers) You have not seen wilbur be genunine in THE SLIGHTEST that program man is so unstable lmao

ALTHOUGH I SHOULD SAY LITERALLY ALL THIS SHIT IS PLATONIC, IT ALMOST ALWAYS IS ESPECIALLY IF CRYPTID IS INVOLED BUT STILLLLL SJKSJSISJS

Anyway yeah another inspiration, and one that goes right after Yo girl is The Other Side from the greatest show man(notably without the last bit where negotiations and an agreement are made)

And then after that we get Love in paradise from epic the musical, with XD as Calypso, Cryptid as Odysseus, and Drista as Athena :D (like I said. major fucking spoilers)

I’ve just been listening to my playlist too much so the vibe machine is churrning everything over a lot and idk if anyone will get it but I will talk to the void anyway

also sorry for being less active. brain has been not cooperating and also hyperfixating on a game I can’t get until november 10 so sorry about that lol

[dysfunctional-doodle]

YIPPEE YIPPEE YIPPEE YIPPEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I DO THISSSS (well minus the evil clone stuff)!!!!! one time i got distracted by myself in the mirror and talked for about half an hour about stuff that didn’t make sense and then i stopped and realised. oh hold on. i’m supposed to be taking a shower right now. but at that point i had been talking so long i found it hard to stop lmao

for a second i thought you meant they were making motorcycle sounds with their mouths 😭😭

sad recorder noises 😔😔😔😔😔

(this donnie is written so sassily and dissapointed i love him here more than i do in the series (his voice kinda makes him more annoying to me… how does this guy voiced by one of the best vas in history have the worst voice in this show???? (although i guess that’s just my opinion (don was right rambling is great (adhd be damned this girl can go on very long and unnecessary tangents)))))

will always love how he just like. narrates his emotions or… sound effects???? idk what to call them. i think it’s thanks to him (and also lucy loud) that i say “sigh” instead of actually sighing (i also say shit like ‘smiling face emoticon’ or ‘sad face’ or ‘sobs’ out loud sometimes (wow i sure do love lore drops))

honestly yes that was a big oversight. i think there are like massive human hamster balls and i NEED to experience that please please please

HE’S LETTING THE CARDBOARD CUTOUTS BABYSIT THEM????????????????????????????????? AND IT ACTUALLY WORKS?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

leo honey. that is a cardboard cutout.

knowing this fic, this was definetly the right call

he’s figured out a way to get them to listen…

also THEMMMMMMMMMMM ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH <3333333333333333

this fic has me by the neck i swear to god.

also since i have one more image left i can send and no more screenshots to comment on i’m going to give you she/they mikey because even though i’ve posted her pretty much everywhere i can i. can’t remember how i was going to finish that sentence

anyways uhhhhh goodbye :3

(damn i had a lot more to say here today huh…. the urge to drop a random bit of information about yourself 24/7)

Firstly, love the drawing. All Mikey content is cherished here 🧡

Glad you liked the chapter! And I’m relieved you like the way I’ve written 2012 Donnie - I have only watched about four episodes of the 2012 show, and so I base a lot of his character on the Speed Demon episode. I do not like what they do with his character and the whole love triangle thing, a Donatello deserves much better than what he got. But I’ve been told from other ao3 users and anons here that they actually like 2012 Donnie’s character in my fic a lot, so I hope I’m doing something right lol. Idk. If anyone who has actually watched the show has any pointers feel free to guide me about how I write those boys :)

(I haven’t actually posted about this one being out yet, so those who are a little lost I’ve done a new chapter of my tmnt chat fic, Too Many Turtles)

[the-savage-garden]

ACOMAF Rhys rant

I’m back to ranting again

Honestly the thing is I kind of liked Rhys in ACOTAR, he seemed interesting. Usually my favorite characters are villains. My first impression of him was that he was one of those theatrical villains like Scar (The Lion King), Frieza (Dragon Ball Z), Joker (Batman), Jareth (Labyrinth) etc. Imagine my disappointment when Rhys has been demoted to the love interest. We already get a lot of characters in media that are simplified into just the ‘love interest’ do we really need to continue it?

The whatever chapter where Rhys has a nightmare and Feyre gets involved, I hated that SO much because it gave a weird sexualization vibe to Rhys whose going through shit in the moment. Like, imagine if these two were gender-swapped, wouldn’t it be strange if it tried to draw focus to a woman’s genitals while she’s freaking out (isn’t it implied that Rhys is freaking out because of what Amarantha did to him? I can’t remember) I hate it. It’s not the first time that Rhys is sexualized in ACOMAF either. I almost thought that Rhys has become hypersexual because of his trauma but it’s not shown as unhealthy so it’s clearly not.

I honestly would rather have villain!Rhys back than whatever this is supposed to be.

Also is it just me but isn’t Feyre and Rhysand’s relationship really boring? They have nothing in common and yet I’m somehow supposed to root for them? Why? The only thing they have is sex. Any moments they have feel forced, nothing really feels genuine between them. I even started to wonder if Rhys was planting things inside her mind because whenever Feyre tried to bring up what Rhys did to her UTM it would just get dropped. Like when they were fighting after Rhys was torturing Keir and Feyre was getting PTSD from it and Rhys freaks out when she brings it up even though Feyre is the one that should be upset about it, not Rhys.

Don’t even get me started on Ch 55. God. What a trash chapter. It was literally about Rhys justifying what he did to Feyre UTM. He never goes through a character journey or anything, it’s just justifying his actions. He doesn’t even become a better person because of this he’s just the same as he was before. I don’t even know why Feyre accepts this, she could’ve made him a better person or something, she’s done very little for him.

I just don’t understand what the point of any of this book is. What’s the point of changing love interests? What does it serve to the overall story? ACOMAF is just treading the same grounds as ACOTAR, it doesn’t even really change anything. Except that Rhys is even more bland than Tamlin who at least has a hobby, I don’t even know what makes Rhys, well, Rhys.

I’m going to try to do a writing exercise of rewriting Rhys like I did with Celaena next time. Make him an actual compelling character.

[exileorexodus]

passively went through all of my old hypermania character playlists and realized I missed the characters from that story in a sizable quantity that even I was frightened by.

Especially Denver and Dallas- I was incredibly fond of both of them.

Those two ended up making me reflect on how I’ve been raised in proximity to the black community and black culture throughout my life, I have a deep respect for the heritage, especially the artistry that comes out of it.

My middle school was pretty goddamn poor, extremely multicultural as a result, and absolutely riddled with POC (alongside Canada’s usual default setting white kids) and notable individuals amongst the bozos I hung out with the most were of the community and basically hurled me into their culture early on.

I can’t say that my experience has always been positive, there’s was always a present undercurrent of vague competitiveness and constant ego-challenge and tests of pride that my young and goofy autistic ass just wasn’t able up keep up with (my fault g my skin was just paper thin back then)

A notable entryway I had into online black-dominated spaces was through a person who, although supportive of some of my struggles and understanding of my poor mental health, still treated me incredibly inappropriately for someone as young as I was. I remember being pressured regularly to send nudes - as an eleven year old- - and ensuing upwards- by the only individual I felt like I could confide in, at least with confidence that I wouldn’t be brushed off or reported on at a time when my environment was horrid.

(the only thing I credit to ever preventing me from having been successfully groomed is because I’ve always been violently aroace- it’s one of the few (lucky) reasons (beyond being stuck up my own ass and horrifically self centered) that I never really managed to compromise my self online. No amount of peer pressure or validation-seeking insecurity could ever get me to crack for something I found innately disgusting.)

All of that regardless, that person is still the reason why I had an opening into black and black-adjacent communities and perhaps ended up as tough as I did as a result- you didn’t roll in those circles and come out softshelled. There are still experiences that I’m still fond of and cherish from those points in time, and I honestly enjoy being immersed in the cultures of whom I would probably not be able or understand too well otherwise I still remember sitting in those voice calls, muted and streaming ibisPaint while I drew on my phone, passively listening to the banter of other people. I never had the balls to really talk myself- there was that sort of constant power struggle ingrained into the community culture that I was never able to reciprocate. But I remember those same people who would frequently test my pride liking my art and encouraging me to stream more because watching me draw was calming to them, and there’s a fondness for that memory that I hold dear.

Anyways this is long and ran away from me, this was just supposed to be a post about how man I think back culture and legacy is really cool and also denver and dallas are extremely west coast-hiphop and rap influenced because that shit has always been a vibe to me- rap can be pretty fucking awesome and is poetry in its own right you just gotta know where to look (looking isn’t that hard 💀)

Also on a side tangent; there’s something so melancholic about the more somber tracks of spiderverse and I think it captures the feeling of loneliness in a wide, wide world very well- those are just the emotions that are wrenched out of me when I listen to music like hide (then again much of juice wrld’s discography carries that same feeling)

[mccallw]

wolfstar microfic January 08 - sketch

It’s not the first time Sirius goes to this park. They quite like it, to be honest. It’s not too nosey, it’s not too calm. There’s people walking their dogs, cute couples going on dates, old people going for walks, families with their kids playing on the grass, some stray cats demanding pets from strangers…

It’s nice, and does wonders for his sketchbook. Lately though… so there’s this one stranger. A stranger that has Sirius hooked. A stranger that may be the reason they keep coming back to the park, besides all the other reasons for why he likes it.

They’re the prettiest person Sirius has ever seen. They have beautiful sun kissed skin, a few scars scattered all over their body. They’re tall and always wearing oversized clothes, and always reading a different book, and they look honestly breathtaking. Sirius hasn’t been able to stop sketching them ever since he laid his eyes on them.

And it’s been almost a month since… and Sirius has tried to gather some balls and walk over to them, give them one of their sketches and maybe ask them out, or whatever, honestly, Sirius doesn’t mind as long as he gets to keep the pretty stranger in his life, somehow.

Today he’s going to do it. The stranger is wearing forest green cargo pants and an oversized beige jumper and they put beads on their head and they have a lot of rings and jewelry today so maybe Sirius isn’t going to do this today.

Yeah. Tomorrow it is.

But then tomorrow comes and Sirius can’t manage to do it, again, and it goes like that for at least another week.

And, one day, while in the middle of his internal debate if he should approach the stranger or not, the unimaginable happens.

The stranger is walking in Sirius’ way.

Oh no. Oh God. Oh shit.

Shit, shit, shit, shit–

“Hi,” they smile. Sirius is sitting down against a tree. Sirius’ ears melt. Sirius is malfunctioning. “So uh,” they chuckle and oh fuck. “I forgot my book here yesterday, so I was wondering if you maybe– if you saw someone took it or something?” they ask, a beautiful, lovely smile over scarred lips and Sirius knows they're staring but fucking hell.

“Oh um, hello,” he says, a bit breathless, a bit awkward. He clears his throat, “No. I- no, not really.” He admits, a blush warming his cheeks. He doesn’t really stare at the stranger’s directions once they leave. “Sorry darling.”

The stranger smiles a little wider and Sirius blushes deeper.

“That’s alright.” They sigh. “Mind if I take a seat?” They point to the spot beside Sirius, and they nod, not hiding his sketchbook. He realizes this a little too late, “oh, wow that’s me!” The pretty stranger gasps, and Sirius follows the direction of their eyes –pretty, pretty amber eyes– to find his latest drawing of them.

“Oh… yeah,” Sirius tries to hide their embarrassment with a chuckle. “I wanted to give you a sketch for a while but um…” He looks up to find the stranger staring at him already, which makes him flush even more.

The stranger smiles. “You’re very skilled.” They nod, and his hand –big hand, long fingers, many rings– reaches subtly, “can I keep it?”

Sirius nods frantically. “Of course.” He ruffles a bit until he finds his pen and pauses. “What’s your name? If you don’t mind me asking…” The stranger smiles.

“Remus.” Is all they say. His smile is so bright and Sirius gets lost a little in it, which seems to amuse Remus.

“Remus,” he repeats, and it sounds right.

“Mhm. What’s yours?”

“Sirius,” they answer, at the same time he scribbles Remus at the bottom right of the sketch. Underneath it, he signs it with his name.

“So, Sirius,” Remus says after Sirius has given them their drawing. “Wanna go on a date with me?”

Sirius eyes open wide and they’re beaming, they know they are but how could they not?

“Yes.”

And Remus beams right back at him.

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@wolfstarmicrofic

[quills-of-freedom]

Satire ~ Snowball fight!

This is one of the first posts I made on Tumblr, and honestly, kinda love it.

Eren's team: Mikasa, Armin, Annie, Bertolt,

Jean's team: You, Reiner, Connie, Sasha, Marco

While the captain, commander and section commander watch with hot coca / tea <3

You split into two teams. Jeans team and Erens team. Of course, they had to be the leaders…

The respective groups take cover on each side of the small snowy tundra behind a makeshift wall of snow.

Jean is drawing a plan in the white powder with a small branch he found; carving little stick men along with arrows and frowning faces.

You, Marco and Reiner are the only ones listening. Sasha and Connie hurriedly crafting plenty of ammunition and piling them up.

Over at Erens side he gets Armin to devise a plan, everyone listening intently and adding suggestions.

“This oughta be good…” Levi mumbles, sitting on a fallen tree. He sits with Erwin and Hange.

All three are sipping hot mugs of tea, wearing bobble hats, scarfs and mittens.

“My money is on Erens team.” Erwins deep voice mumbles.

The fight starts and oh. My. God. It’s chaos.

Sasha and Connie have gone missing having devised their own plan, much to the enragement of Jean.

The battlefield is full of yelling, roars and blurs of white compacted snow.

At one point, Reiner and Bertolt are wrestling while Mikasa pelts balls off Annie for yelling at Eren.

“ANNIE IS ON OUR SIDE!” Armin yells but is ignored.

Eren also disappears.

You sprint down the field, noticing a snowman on your way towards Armin, just tucked away in the tree line.

It was a poorly made snowman, looking more like a giant pile of melting poop.

Was that always there…?

You can’t think much more of it as Bertolt is now free of Reiner and is sprinting towards you, throwing the cold projectiles.

You leap, skid and swerve but he’s approached you now, a giggling mess; a sight from him you didn’t think you’d see.

He picks up a handful of snow, ready to scrub in your face when Reiner rugby tackles him to the floor, skin flushed red with cold as they continue to struggle.

“Looks like Jean's team is winning.” Levi comments, the steam from his tea massaging his cold face.

His eyes widen in horror as a familiar crashing sound rumbles the entire ground.

No way…

Hange’s cheeks flush red and she gasps with awe. “Has Eren just…?”

“That little shit.” Levi spits with disgust as sure enough, Erens Titan form meekly pushes its way through the trees trying to create as little devastation as possible.

“Hey! No transformations!” Jean roars in rage before a quick ice ball to the chops by Mikasa shuts him up.

Jeans team all cry in horror as a titan armful of snow is unleashed, a small avalanche piling over their heads, also catching Bertolt in the mess.

Eren emerges from his Titan form, his chest (and head) swells with victory.

“We win!” He laughs

“Cheat!” You hiss, climbing out of the small pile you were stuck in.

“SNEAK ATTACK!” Connie roars, bursting from within the snowman to your sheer disbelief.

Sasha joins him from a top a tree pelting Eren with snowballs.

“VICTORY!” The scream like madmen running around and dancing.

“I’m never playing this with you guys again…” You mutter under your breath as you dig Reiner and Bertolt out of the snow.

But all in all it was a great time with your nearest and dearest and after a huge scolding from Levi, you all warm up with hot towels and sipping freshly made tea ❤️

[queenof-curses]

Toji Drabbles: Foggy

Toji Fushiguro x Fem!Reader

Summary: Messy blowjobs. That's it. That's the post.

cw: Minors DNI! BJs, Messy, Dirty Talk

wc: 1k

Masterlist | More Jujutsu Kaisen

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“That’s it baby… you’re doing so good.”

Toji’s hand reached down to pet your hair, showering you with praise as you swallowed his cock down your throat.

Tears fell freely from your eyes as you did your best to keep eye contact with him. The man above you pushed the hair that had fallen on your face back. He was hypnotizing. You savored seeing his eyes cloud over in a lustful haze. His gaze drew you in, giving you the motivation you needed to relax your jaw and take as much as you can into your mouth. Praise from Toji was rare, his words pushed you to keep going.

To say his cock was huge is an understatement. Quite literally, you could only get about half his length down your throat. You used a hand to fist the rest of his length. Up and down, you glided your hand around his shaft, using a mix of your spit and his precum to lube him. His head hit the back of your throat, making you around his shaft.

Tightening your grip, Toji groaned out at the feeling.

“Fuck- you feel so good. Keep going y/n, you’re so pretty just like that…”

His words of approval had you moaning around his cock, licking up under his cockhead and swirling your tongue around the precum that leaked from his tip.

He tasted delicious. A perfect amount of saltiness had you eating him up, wanting to hear more praise fall from his lips. You deep throat his member, taking as much of it as you can into your mouth. His tip hits the back of your throat again, earning another loud gag. Your tongue dances along the veins of his glorious shaft, stimulating what you couldn’t fit down your mouth.

“Shit!” He groans out, bucking further into your throat. “Fuck- yes… that feels so good baby…”

Toji’s voice trails off as you suck his dick, playing with his slit and reaching out to fondle his balls. You massage them with your tiny hand. The fingers that played with his sack earned a soft growl from the large man. It was all too much and he was slowly starting to lose control.

With a light thrust into your mouth, strong hands come up to grip the side of your head. His fingers lace through your hair, grabbing the base of your head. He had you locked in his grasp.

Looking up at him through your tears, all you could do is moan in acknowledgment of what he intends to do.

“I can’t wait any longer,” he says as he holds your face in his hands. “I need to fuck that sweet mouth of yours…”

After a hum of consent, he pulls his member out of your mouth only to push it back in. You relax your jaw and throat to allow him to use your mouth as a cock sleeve. He fucks your throat thoroughly.

Gagging and gurgling noises fill the space, your spit dribbles out in globs as it mixes with his precum and your tears, coating your face. Toji looks down at you kneeled before him, the messy sight drawing him further into his frenzy.

He fucks your face in earnest, all you could do was sit there and take it as he thrusts his hard cock down your throat. You look up at him through your tears, his gaze was locked on you. Honestly, you thrived off his attention in situations like this.

“Yes- fuck! You’re so pretty just like that baby… mm gonna cum down your throat, you’d like that right? Want me to breed that pretty little mouth?” He says down to you.

You moan out at his dirty words, sending vibrations around his cock. Suddenly, you feel him begin to get sloppy with his thrusts. By now you could feel your wetness for him. You’d attempt to touch yourself, however Toji’s rough thrusts had you grabbing onto his strong thighs in an attempt to ground yourself. Heavy balls slapped against your chin as his brutal pace sets.

He watched as his balls hit your mouth, pulling away the slick from your face. Seeing the mess the two of you were making sent him closer to his end…

You could tell he was close. In an attempt to help him reach his high, you reached out to fondle his balls again. They tighten up as he let out the most guttural moan of the night.

“Shit… I’m gonna cum. Hold still baby…”

His thrusts turned uneven as he pulled out of your now raw throat. Taking a hand he firmly grips himself, pumping his shaft over your face. The other free hand gripped the back of your head, tilting your face up towards his waiting cock. You look up at him through thick eyelashes, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue.

In a hoarse voice you respond, “Give it to me Toji, Please Sir…” you beg.

This was his favorite image… Seeing you below him with a tear and cum soaked face, he mentally took a picture to remember this moment forever. Fisting his cock, he responds to your eager words.

“Fuck- yeah, okay baby open up…”

Seeing your open and waiting mouth sends him over as he pumps his finish all over your face. Hot ropes of cum cover you. It gets everywhere. By the time he’s finished cumming, he looks down and takes you in. Your face, hair, lips… all of it, covered with him.

He smiles down at you, thinking it’s the most beautiful image he’s ever seen.

You smirk up at him, taking a finger and running it down your cheek. Collecting some of his cum, you bring your finger to your mouth, sucking it clean with a pop of your lips.

He watches in shock as you move to stand in front of him. Reaching out, you fist his cock, immediately making him hard once more.

“You didn’t think I was done with you just yet, did you Sir?” You ask, bating your cum soaked eyelashes.

His only response was a sinister smile.

Thank you for reading! Every like and reblog is much appreciated. To submit a request, please send me an ask(:

[biscuitbakerbecca]

So, I’ve been drawing Dear Evan Hansen fan art for about three years now, unfortunately when I started I didn’t keep copies of my art so some of the originals have been lost to time.

However, I did some digging and thought it would be fun to look through my art over the years! I’ve changed so much in terms of style, but still keep to my roots in my beginnings. I hope you enjoy looking through if you take the time to do so!

Summer 2018:

This is a single outlier from when I had to draw for a 4H project back in high school. As you can see, even then I couldn’t draw hands. I drew this after only being into the show for about two or three months, so this existed in time with my first two multi chapter fan fics. Just like the writing, things can only get better from here.

December 2020:

2020 was a horrible year in general, however I did get interested in digital art so I can’t say it was 100% the worst. I did a series for the entire song Requiem, all featuring Zoe in various outfits I thought were cute. This was where I feel like my drawing journey truly began.

May 2021:

These drawing sets were part of my final project for an art independent study, I was supposed to be working with pencil but managed to write up a bullshit essay explaining why digital art was my preferred style and got away with it. This along with the drop of the movie trailer sent me full force into the fandom once again, and I was more than happy to draw my favorite actors from my favorite musical. And yes, I still can’t draw hands.

Vaguely Fall 2021:

I honestly don’t remember when I drew this one, and I didn’t date it so I’m just going off of when I kind of remember showing my friends this one. If you didn’t know Connor is my favorite character from deh so I tend to draw him the most. I won’t lie this could have been from 2022 and I’m just misremembering but fuck it we ball.

November/December 2021:

This was my first ever submission for the Dear Evan Hansen Gift Exchange, and I spent so much time on it I literally failed a college class because I was working on this instead of my homework. College and I ended up not working out anyway, it’s fine. The hands look better but I still kind of hate them, hands are just another thing I can’t draw. Connor wearing a dress is amazing you know I’m right.

March 2022:

Ah, the proper beginning of the colorful blobby backgrounds. We don’t need to look at the hands this took me like thirty minutes I know it isn’t good. Also why do I never give Evan legs??? This is the second drawing where he doesn’t have legs what was my problem?

June 2022:

Pride month!!! I decided to draw each of the five deh kids with their sexuality I headcanon them with in the background. I managed to complete all of them but Evan. I just lost the energy and said fuck it. I’ll be honest I actually like the hands in this one, the rings help.

December 2022:

Well, it looks like Tumblr glitched on me because the drawing I see is not the one I clicked on… ANYWAY, this is supposed to be a scene of Connor and Evan stargazing. The idea of them stargazing after their wedding seemed cute to me and I made it a reality. The hands are again tolerable in this drawing, which might be a sign of progress. Holy shit did I master hands? No. I didn’t, this is a one off.

January 2023:

New year, new drawing series. This time it was all the deh characters and I have to say that the Alana one was my favorite. I clearly cheated since I only did a bust drawing for each of them, that means no hands how shameful of me. Anyway, I’m very proud of my progress over the past several years. The fandom has changed and mostly died, the show is gone from all productions, but I hope that in another three years I’m still able to say that I’m just as in love with the show and characters as I am now.

[grimsneverendingfuneral]

Aw, Grim, you’re so sweet! But you don’t needa worry about me, I promise! I’m trying to stay positive, catching up on books or shows I can’t get to because I’m usually very busy. It’s silly, I know, but at least it’s better than bein all depressed. I play football and my coach told me I can’t play until it’s healed which really bummed me, especially since we have a game on Thursday. But I’m looking at the positives! So if you have any shows you recommend… 🤲

Okay the how is kind of stupid, but I’ll tell you anyway. I broke my arm playing football, fell right on the goal post and put my arm out to break the fall… yeah. And my wrist, well. I’m very short, like 150cm short, and I weigh nothing, so I climb. Not rock climbing, I mean climbing up my furniture; in this case, the huge bookcase I have, so I can reach the top books. I feel like you can kind of see where this is going. So I climbed it as usual, to get to the book I need, since I stupidly keep all my important books and school stuff at the tippy top. And I tried grabbing the book I needed with my now good arm, the one that I’d just gotten the cast off of, but it fell. It’s a heavy book so I didn’t want it to make a noise and disturb my neighbours so I kind of tried chasing it down with my arm?

It didn’t work and I ended up falling haha. I tried stopping it by landing with my hands out to break the fall but I didn’t want to risk my arm to breaking after it just healed, so I only used one hand. I don’t know how to explain it well, but my hand sort of landed between the floor and the book that fell. Surprisingly, it doesn’t even end there! I also slammed the big ass metal front door of my flat on my hand. Broke my wrist in four places lol.

I haven’t had a chance to listen to your song yet, but I will today! Pinky promise :)

Anyways! Question time, Grim… What’s a hobby you had as a kid? Do you like painting your nails? What’s your preferred method of transportation (e.g.: bus, train, car)? What’s something that made your week/day better? 🎤

ooohhhh you play football??? oh fuck yeah. youre so cool for that. but one thing though...... is it football like british football aka soccer or american football lmfao

i cant believe this story though wowwwwwoooww..... i truly understand your thought process. we do weird stuff like that when we're alone, us humans. you try to save your ass by making a move that ultimately has another part of your body suffering. i get it. i do it all the time. as someone who lives alone, i always have to be extra careful as to how i do things cause if i fuck up, no ones gonna save me lol. glad youre taking this time to just consume sick ass media. nothing better

OK SHOWS I RECOMMEND FUCK there are a lot. take your pick: Shameless (US version fo sho), My Mad Fat Diary, Friday Night Lights (football show that changed my brain chemistry), The Sopranos, Fellow Travelers (gay), It's A Sin (gay), Pose (one of the best shows ive ever watched), Freaks And Geeks (1 season only show), It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia (if you just wanna shut your brain off) and uuhhh any cartoon like Bojack Horseman, Simpsons, Rick And Morty is also sick (to me) you can just shut your brain off while watching it. all these shows are mad entertaining

A hobby i had as a kid......damn i had a lot. I would draw compulsively honestly, like anywhere i could. Any piece of paper. I would also play imaginary games with complex scenarios all the time and act out the entire Peter Pan live action movie from 2003 with my friend. i would collect keychains and had this bouncy ball i was obsessed with that i would just bounce off the walls. i went to circus school too so i did a lot of shit on the jungle gym at the park like every day. always tryna impress the other kids lol. nothings changed

i also do paint my nails! always with some sparkly polish though. i dont like to wear dark color polish or anything too matte so its always a combo of different glittersss

my preferred method of transportation is my bike!! but its winter 6 months outta the year here so when i cant take it i like walking the most or the bus. the subway here makes me feel claustrophobic fr. my parents are giving me their car though in the summer so im about to be a gay man that drives aaayyyyyyy

something that made my week better........hm probably dancing with my friends. it was disco night and i had my flask in my pocket so i got to drink for freeeeee. also writing the first two chapters of my rosekiller fic AAANNND getting an ask from you!!!!

okok i feel like i KNOW the game is YOU ask ME questions, but here lemme return the sentiment: what is a dream youve had that you'll always remember?