#i lowk js be talking

[candiedliarnikki]

guys i have an evil idea for a pjsekai unit. like. what if. miku was a transman and cosplaying captain caviar and viewing him as their transition goals and had their own little crew (rin and len) and kaito was clotted cream and meiko was oyster cookie and luka was black pearl or something

[lowkeyren]

im deleting this fuckass game.

[jjkyaoi]

i don’t really ship boblena, not JUST because i’ve taken aroace yelena as gospel, but because a lot of yall are freaks and treat yelena’s like bobs mother or caregiver just because she was compassionate to him. it’s that age old thing of sad male character + completely deconstructing the woman people ship him with to make her his therapist, ignoring the fact that the woman has her own issues and is not Suited for that

[feastingonchrist]

literally don’t know what God is having me doing right now lol i am truly in the wilderness. Like i have the idea of what He wants but i think before that happens He is working things out in me that i’m really struggling with before i get to where i need to be. Just been going through it real bad and i’m exhausted 😭

[carovoraree]

two rando white men and then owl

uhm….so…do we liek this or nah…. yhs ccs w their characters!!!

[dannirr00ni]

brooo omg i wanna hv more casual conversations w my bf but like i specifically mean. seeing eachother irl nd js talking about nothing cuz we see eachother sm its not js romantic stuff or interesting stuff anymore were js yapping about the coffee we bought ykwim

[sunoo-bby]

BRO PPL R WEIRDDDDDD

warning: rant in the tags (p0rn mention, cheating, lowk js smth fucked up)

[jupiterzerinomeee]

imiss my friend 😢

[xoxojisu]

I GOT ESCOFFIER

[u5eername]

Whoever is up there maybe make it so that I don't find out about the ppl talking behind my back 🤣🤣 okay thanks

[tiffaluvr]

me when it's pride month so I remember those two ocs I had that had this complex romance but ended up being boyfriends and decide to pull them up from the void again

[appleofmyheart]

smoke nd toke! | t.fushiguro

summary... toji gets back at you for smoking his shit without his permission

mdni...toji x reader, mary jane usage, dirty talk, fingering, slapping, oral, dry humping, grinding, squirting, jerkin (lol), spitting, choking, hairplay, ruined/makeup, toji fucks ur face <3, swallowing, teasing, overstimulation, begging, ecstasy, stretching, lil bit of pain, p in v, creaming, comfort??

a/n...i was high when i wrote this so apologies if its js me rambling lowk! but im acc kinda proud of this one plsplspls dont flop! thank u for all the support everyone!

wc...1.4k

holyholyholy fuck stoner toji…what can I fucking say. 

“Pretty girl’s all - heh - wet..aint she?” Toji slides his fingers through your folds before slapping your puffy clit. 

“N–ngh!” you choke. 

He gives your overstimulated pussy a slap before leaning forward, flattening his tongue. He groans, lapping your juices up like he hasn't eaten in days. Your legs twitch in response before he grips your thighs hard enough to leave a mark. 

“You’re fighting but i can feel ya clenching ‘round me sweets.” Toji breathes against your pussy before straightening his back and reaching for the ashtray beside him with his free hand. 

A strong smell of weed hits your nose. You glance down to see Toji blowing the smoke towards you. His eyes meet yours, tracking you like you were his prey. Something about it makes your cunny twitch nd clench. He passes the joint to you. 

You place it against your lips. You inhale the skunky fumes of the flower as the man in between your legs continues to devour your slick. You almost choke when you feel him lick a long stripe against your pussy, placing the joint down back into the ashtray. 

Your eyes are red and droopy and Toji’s tongue probing starts to feel a bit too good. “s’ too much!–hah–To-ji…” You moan brokenly.

His grip on your thighs tighten even more. “Wan’ you to cum..f’me,” he purrs against you. “I can feel ya gettin close, atta girl…” 

He licked you more aggressively. His ministrations getting sloppier, quicker. Until your eyes began to cross and you could feel the chord in your stomach about to snap. 

“Fuck–hmm– soo good..” You moan, digging your fingers into his hair. 

The delightful sting of you pulling on his hair made Toji press his erection against the couch you were on, slowly grinding against the fabric to alleviate his urges. 

“Ya gunna squirt f’me, dirty fuckin girl?” he chuckles, spanking your entrance in a crude manner. He giggles when he sees your pussy blush. 

“F-fuck Toji..’feel it…” You confess, eyebrows furrowed. 

He only smiles when you reach your orgasm. Liquid sprays from your entrance as he rubs your clit, enticing you to cum even harder. He opens his mouth to catch your squirt before spitting it back onto your pussy. 

Toji stands, leaning closer to your ear and whispering utter filth. “So fuckin messy f’me arent ya? Silly fuckin girl thinks she can just smoke my shit whenever she wants without paying?” He teases you, reminding you about how you got yourself in this situation in the first place. 

“No… m’sorry.. I didn’ mean t-to…” you slur, still catching your breath from the prolonged orgasm you just had. There's squirt all over the couch, and on the neckline of Toji’s shirt.  He rolls his eyes at the pathetic attempt at an apology and  holds your head up with his free hand. He pushes his grey sweatpants down, forcing you to watch his cock recoil from the restraints of his pants and boxers. 

You hear his tip slap against his lower abdomen. You admire his length. He swears he can see hearts form in your eyes as he begins to stroke his cock in front of you. 

“Like what ya see?” he pants. Being finally able to relieve his erection, he cups his hand under your chin and orders you to spit. 

“Good girl.” he whispers as he spreads the glob of spit onto his cock, using it as lube. The schlk! schlk! of his ministrations make you drool absentmindedly, spit seeping out between your puffy lips. 

He laughs out loud! “Hah!–i knew you were a slut,” He slowly pries at the entrance of your mouth with his tip, “Wana taste?”  Forcing you to kitten lick his slit. 

“That's it.. Such’a good girl..” Toji whispers. 

The sight of your red, teary eyes and the spit streaming down your chin and neck make it impossible for him to not cum on the spot. 

“N-ngh– take it.. A-all…”  he says in a strained tone, sinking his cock down your throat. 

He can feel it squeeze as you try to protest. “T’-much–ackg!” he silences you by grabbing your hair into two pig tails and humping his pelvis into you so you're pressed flush against his pubes. 

The act smears your makeup. Your eyeliner is streaming down your face, your sparkly lipgloss getting everywhere from the smudging

At this point, his dick is glittery too. 

He fucks your mouth till his legs start to weaken, feeling himself getting closer nd closer to shooting ropes down your throat. He watches your face as his dick ruins you. You’re blowin’ cute little spit bubbles and smacking his thigh in protest. Spit overload!  

He’s sent over the edge. 

“Augh baby…f–fuck yyes…” he holds your head in place, sheathing his dick into your throat like the sword in the stone. You swallow copious amounts of thick cum, the warmth trailing down your esophagus. 

He holds this position for a bit, testing to see how long you can hold your breath for. You begin to choke on his length, smacking his thigh to alert him, but he doesn't move. Instead he stares at you till you’re about to pass out. 

When he finally releases himself from you, he groans. “O-oh… fuck..,” biting his lip. “I need ya’ so badly doll..f–fuck, needa feeel ya squeeze around me.” 

You can only moan in agreement as he sets you on the couch, his free hand reaching for the joint once more. 

He slaps his cock against your already overstimulated pussy while he ghosts. A thick cloud of vapour escapes his mouth promptly. 

“To-ji…. Hurry–ngyh–p-p-please.” You beg. “Need you ‘nside…”  

He shushes you. “Be patient, girl.”  He leans in closer, till your lips were brushing against each other ever so slightly. The smoke from his hit seeps into you. Seconds later, you've reached the peak of your high. 

You feel as though you're floating. Everything touching you dissolves into your skin and you become a part of it. You were losing your mind over how good you felt and it only got worse the moment Toji sunk his cock deep inside of you. 

“Oh my–g-god..”  Your eyes roll up in ecstasy. The slight stretch you felt was painfully delicious. You’ve never felt so full! 

Toji smiles at what he sees under him. He loved the way your pussy was  drooling all along his base, the tip of his cock making your tummy bulge. 

You became obsessed. Every thrust felt deeper than the last. The mixture of weed and pure pleasure made your brains melt. All you could do was pathetically moan. 

“T-tojii…’tso deep..nghh..” 

The raven haired man placed his hands on either side of your waist, gripping your skin till it hurt, “Fuckin slut.”  He whispers to himself. Your pussy was squelching, leaving a creamy ring around his dick. The sight of it made him piston his cock even faster. 

You whine. “O-oh..y–yes.. j’s like that..!” 

“Oh does that feel good?” Toji pants. 

You nod weakly. “Mhmf– i lovee it!”

He doesnt respond verbally but instead, physically. Toji motions his hips to an angle, hitting your g-spot at a different angle. In response, your pussy constricts around him like an anaconda.  He watches your face contort. 

“Oh this is the spot isnt it?” He smirks, 

You can’t even respond, you’re too cock drunk. The ecstasy is overwhelming– you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to your orgasm.

“To-toji.. Plea–heh– please… ‘m guna cum..!”

“Good girl.” He removes his hand from your waist so that he can push the hair out of your face. “You have no idea the absolute mess you've made of me..”

  That sentence ruins you. A hot melting pleasure spreads throughout your stomach as you cum around his cock. “M’cummin!!” 

Your toes curl and your legs shake and twitch, as Toji lets go of your waist, cock still inside. He leans in to kiss you gently–his plush tongue wrapping yours. 

“fuck .. “ he gasps, his hips bucking to a halt. You feel his length twitch before hot ropes of cum coat your insides; seeping into your womb. 

All you can do is sigh in relief, eyes heavy with pleasure. Toji’s still kissing you, giving you gentle pecks as you both come down from (one) of your highs. 

A moment of silence before he speaks. “Next time…”  He straightens, “You wanna smoke, you come to me.. I dont want you smokin cheap shit.”  

You smile, propping yourself up with your elbows. You reach for the ashtray. 

“mkayy.” you sigh dreamily. “Thank you.”  You inhale the burnt fumes once more. 

“You’re welcome, doll.” he says as he brings himself closer to your mouth to steal some of your smoke. He blows it back into your face.  “Anythin for you.”

© appleofmyheart — all rights reserved

[mesanthropi]

i actually hate this sem sm but i have some parts of it i like. my advisor from last year is our arts teacher and i heart that sm

[aventurineswife]

Hello! I was wondering about how the amphoreus men + Boothill would deal with a reader who fidgets a lot? If they aren’t fidgeting then they’re spaced out or just simply not listening. (Lowk js a tad self indulgent bc I’m a third degree fidgeter myself)

Stillness Was Never the Goal

Tags: Mydei x Reader, Anaxa x Reader, Phainon x Reader, Boothill x Reader, Fidgety/Spacey Reader, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Intimacy, Soft Moments, Gentle Affection, Mutual Understanding, Neurodivergent-Coded Reader, Protective Characters, Banter, Slight Angst (Anaxagoras, Mydei), Domestic Fluff (Phainon), Enemies-to-Lovers Vibe (Boothill, Lightly), Found Family Themes.

Warnings: Brief mentions of war and trauma (Mydei's & Anaxa's parts), Implied past loss and grief (Anaxa & Boothill's parts), Light swearing (?), Reader implied to be neurodivergent (but not named/diagnosed), Emotional vulnerability, Mild dark humor (Anaxa's & Boothill's parts), Mentions of past experimentation (Anaxa's part).

You were twirling a golden pen between your fingers. Then tapping your foot. Then unwrapping and rewrapping a bandage from your wrist. Then… staring at a floating light outside the window.

Phainon, ever radiant and gentle, finally let out a soft chuckle. He leaned on his weapon like a staff and tilted his head.

“Did the light outside just win your heart over mine?” he teased, his tone lilting with amusement.

You snapped out of it. “Huh? No—sorry, I was listening. Kind of.”

He smiled and walked over, sitting beside you. “I know you fidget when you're nervous. Or tired. Or thinking. Or pretending to think. It’s cute.”

You looked down, already tugging on a thread in your sleeve.

He gently took your hands in his gloved ones. “I don’t mind. I just want to make sure you’re not overwhelmed.”

“…You’re not annoyed?”

“Not in the slightest. I’ll just keep talking while you spin a whole embroidery on your sleeve. But,” he added with a wink, “if you start pacing in battle, then we might have to have a tactical discussion.”

You leaned into his shoulder with a soft laugh, your fingers finally still.

You sat across from Mydei near the fire, knees bouncing, arms twitching with restlessness. He was polishing his blade, watching you from the corner of his eye.

“…You haven’t heard a single thing I said, have you?”

You blinked. “Wait—were you talking about battle formations?”

“…About your safety,” he said gently but firmly. “But it’s alright. You do this. You drift.”

You opened your mouth to apologize, but he stopped you with a slight gesture.

“Don’t apologize. I’ve seen you fight. You move like water—unpredictable, yes, but powerful. This fidgeting… this spacing out… it’s how your mind processes.”

You looked down, fingers fiddling with your boot strap.

He reached out, not to stop your hand—but to press his own against it.

“Just promise me one thing. If I lose focus… will you be the one to drag me back, too?”

Your heart caught.

“Deal.”

You were bouncing your leg, clicking the top of a quill repeatedly while Anaxa lectured—half to you, half to himself—about soulflame theory.

“I must say,” he said dryly, not even turning around, “if I didn’t know you better, I’d think you were attempting to summon a minor chaos god with that incessant click.”

You froze.

“…Sorry.”

He turned, walked over, and took the quill from your hands—gently.

“There’s no need to apologize. Honestly, it’s… grounding. It reminds me someone’s actually listening—even if your eyes are following stars I cannot see.”

You blinked. “You’re not mad?”

“Mad? Never. Curious, yes. Your mind wanders through stardust and fidgets through entire symphonies. It’s… annoying. And enchanting.”

He smirked and handed you a gear-shaped fidget ring. “Here. Metal distraction. Scholar-approved.”

You blushed. “You made this?”

“For you? Of course. You fidget. I accommodate. That’s the experiment.”

And from that night on, you always wore it on your left hand.

Your fingers were tapping a rapid rhythm on your leg as Boothill cleaned his revolver. You were clicking your teeth, tapping your boot, and half-singing a tune that didn’t exist.

Boothill raised an eyebrow, his pupils narrowing in amusement.

“Darlin’, you’re louder fidgetin’ than I am stompin’ through enemy bunkers.”

You froze mid-leg-bounce. “Sorry! I can’t help it. I just… my brain doesn’t like silence.”

He leaned back, hat tipped up, that shark-toothed grin glinting in the light.

“Ain’t nothin’ wrong with noise. Hell, you are my noise. Makes me feel less like a ghost.”

You blinked. “Wait… seriously?”

“Dead serious. If you stopped movin’, I’d probably think the IPC finally gotcha.”

He dug into his coat and handed you a tiny bullet-shaped clicker.

“Made that from a spent round. Click it when you wanna. Reminds me you’re alive. Reminds me I ain’t alone.”

You smiled, warmth rising in your chest. “Boothill…”

“Yeah, sugar?”

“I’m gonna click this thing all the time.”

“Good. Just don’t do it while I’m shootin’, or we’ll have words.”

You laughed, and Boothill chuckled with you, shoulders easing.

[csainzoperator]

ferrari drivers and their reaction to you kissing them in the middle of a conversation ☆

warnings: kissing (obviously), skinship, suggestive jokes, slight nsfw, mentions of sex, mentions of food.

word count: 485

charles leclerc

♡ would be yapping about his new ice cream brand, LEC. he would be talking about it so passionately and lovingly that you cannot contain the amount of joy listening to him talk brings you.

♡ he would look at you weird, tilting his slightly, his eyebrows raised in question when you don't react to his words anymore.

♡ you would lean in and give his lips a soft peck, making him giggle. "what was that for?" he would question, gazing at you momentarily, his dimples on display, a soft shade of crimson on his cheeks.

♡ you shrug, "just because." his smile brightens, making your chest tighten with warmth. the type of warmth you feel when the summer breeze brushes through your hair, when you dip your sandy toes into the cold sea water, when you have hot chocolate on christmas night. you admire his smile, unknown to the one on your own face.

♡ he would caress your cheek softly, pulling you closer to him. he always felt so ALIVE when he touched you. so real. so full of uncontrollable love. he would kiss your lips, gently, like he was touching a something so fragile, so precious, so important. because you were all that. "just because." he would mutter against your lips, a shy smile adorning his face.

carlos sainz

♡ it was a summer break, you and carlos were in your small beach house in the south of france. he was making you both breakfast. you did try to help him (tried cracking an egg and got an egg shell inside the bowl), but he refused. he wanted to give you "queen treatment" because princess was too basic.

♡ you sat on the counter as you watched him work around in the kitchen. something about this act was so homely, so domestic. how automated it was, how it all came together so perfectly. how you were so used to it, but would never get tired of it. he was whisking up his world famous (as he would like to call it) pancakes.

♡ you would lean towards him, and he would question your loving stare "no i am not letting you help, mi vida." he would wear his stern gaze, hoping it would shut you up. helping him was far from what you wanted to do. you grab his face and kiss his plumply lips, making a 'muah' sound.

♡ although surprised by the sudden affection, he wouldn't waste a second in kissing you back. his lips would make their way downwards, leaving sloppy kisses down your neck. you had to shove him away playfully to make him stop.

♡ he would have a slight pout on his face, picking up his whisk again to work on his masterpiece. "why would you kiss me!? it was distracting, baby. now i'm not even hungry." he would whine, feeding you before letting the neighbours know what his name was through your, let's say, high pitched vocals.

an: i made this while listening to bollywood romantic songs i lowk died ok. js a lil drabble for my adorable followers! hope u love it <3

[d3stinyist1red]

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ɴᴇʀᴅ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴘᴀʀᴛ 𝟸

yan nerd who gets put into a group project with you and some other npcs, as he calls them, not paying any attention to neither of them, rather going to practically sit on your lap and cling onto you the whole period.

yan nerd who annoys the other members of the project bc hes js there helping you, letting only you copy, and they could literally hear the down bad things hes whispering in your ear (hes doing it on purpose bc he thinks they want u and he needs those bitchs to back off)

"Hey (nerd yan name), why arent you helping us as well? We literally having zero fucking clue what to do." One of the members asked, scrunching his eyebrows together in confusion.

yan nerd who ignores them and goes back to acting cringy to you as you look as if hes holding u hostage.

yan nerd who is an absolute loser that prob has greasy fried hair, ofc he calls u his alpha and its him and u against the world.. uhm so! this is insane!

yan nerd who literally hyperfocuses on anything u like, making himself liking it aswell. Js so he can “accidentally” bring them up in conversation, and see the way ur eyes lit up in surprise at the fact he remembered ur interests. Whenever you talk about anything you like, he quickly talks about it himself to make him seem more likeable to you,

yan nerd who in the middle of class, day dreams abt you literally with roses and hearts in background as you say "Your so hot~" (hes delusional pls..)

yan nerd who has had one gf but that was the start of his obsession with you and he was trying to stop himself with being obsessed

lets js say it didnt work bc when he was making out with his gf, he kept whimpering and moaning out your name...😭

yan nerd who tries to impress you with fun facts as he puts up his glasses up the bridge of his nose. He’s the type to text you random facts throughout the day, just to remind u of him

ɪʟᴜᴠᴍʏɢғʏ/ɴ

did u know that dogs have dreams?

I just wanted to let yk so when we have 10 kids, 3 dogs, and a cat together baby <33

yan nerd who over analyzes everything, every convo with u leads him to be in the dark of his room, smiling and delusionally think u need him in ur bed and that u def want him bc u looked at his lips for 0.01 secs

yan nerd who even practice conversations in their head before seeing Y/N again, trying to make sure everything goes perfectly. Though, whenever he go infront of you and actually try to talk to you, he loses all composure and says the first thing to mind. "Can u sit on my nos- I mean!"

yan nerd who lowk has rizz tho

“Hey, did you know sea otters hold hands when they sleep, so they don’t drift apart? Kinda like how I wouldn’t want to drift apart from you, baby" He says looking at you with the most down bad eyes, rubbing your thigh under the table as you try to pay attention to the math lesson

"bro unhand me"

"If i do, will you bounce on it?"

yan nerd who, nvm does not have rizz

yan nerd who is a loser who spends most of his time humping a body pillow of u <333

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