#i will unleash my full gay

[jingmeijae]

Beemoov not putting Amanda in a princess gown for the Valentine's event gives me a perfect opportunity to draw her as a rival court's princess >:)

[foldingfittedsheets]

My best friend growing up was a matter of convenience over compatibility. The boy across the street was only a year older than me. We had some common interests but our personality types were a terrible clash. I remember fighting with him just as vividly as any peaceful activity.

We were stuck in the same boat though. There was no other kids to socialize with except our odious older brothers, and being together was slightly less wretched than being alone. Most of the time. Our parents joked that we were like an old married couple, always fighting. We’re both gay now.

His family was better off so he brought more toys and video games to the friendship table. My family had more land so we had animals to play with and secret forest clubhouses. We hung out most days but he refused to acknowledge me at school for the sin of being both a year younger and a girl.

He was a terribly sore loser though. When playing fighting games he’d win four out of five rounds but if I won the fifth he’d turn the console off before letting my character do a victory dance. I was fairly prosaic about this. He liked to play them and I went along. When I won I got to suggest other activities.

Now, I mentioned we both had older brothers. His older brother was only three years above him. They scuffled in a normal sibling manner but the older brother was cognizant that he was bigger and stronger and these fights were more what I would characterize as fencing. There was rules and treaties in place.

My older brother was five years older than me. When we fought it was a no holds barred pit fight. I went absolutely feral. Significantly younger and weaker I unleashed my greatest weapon which was absolute berserker tactics. I bit, scratched, went for the balls, I was a menace. I paid no heed to any injury done to me if it let me land another strike. Most of our fights ended in a stalemate of me pinned or him bleeding too profusely to continue harassing me.

I never considered that I was getting more fighting experience than my friend. When scuffles broke out between us without a controller in hand I won every time. He’d jokingly smack me and we’d go down in a ball of flying hair and monkey screeches, but I always ended on top.

The trouble was, I found, that afterward he was no fun at all. His fragile childhood masculinity couldn’t take these defeats from someone younger and more female than him and he’d always sulk home afterward. I didn’t care for that, especially because fighting him was much more fun than my horrible brother.

Then one day I found the secret. I’d whapped him far too hard upside the head and he began to cry immediately. Full of guilt I whimpered that he’d really hurt my knee. He stopped crying. He hurt my knee? Then we were even! He’d hurt me just as badly and therefore the fight was a draw.

I was delighted by this logic. Every fight thereafter I saw no shame in playing up some injury he’d dealt me retroactively. I had no pride to lose and shamelessly acted beaten to avoid hurting his feelings. Our fights were milder as a result, and we both went away feeling elated by the childhood violence rather than defeated.

[obsessivevoidkitten]

Your Knight in Shining Armor

Kinktober 2024 Day 1: Whump Yandere Male Royal x Male Reader AND (separately) Yandere Male Dragon Hybrid x Male Reader CW: Painful noncon, blowjobs, minor physical abuse, verbal abuse, homophobia, internalized homophobia, bullying, kidnapping, minor character death, implied minor character murder, non-human genitalia, emotional trauma, angst, hurt with little comfort, humiliation, degradation, shame, a lot of crying, general yandere behavior, possessive yandere, whump, Dead Dove: DO NOT EAT Word Count: 3.5k (I decided to make my own list of kinks/scenarios for kinktober. I am only posting every other day and not everything is a full fic, though there are several full fics in the mix. This has been a labor of love for you my beautiful readers, please enjoy!)

The Prince of Thornhollow, Percival, was pampered and spoiled by his royal upbringing. He seemed to have been almost blessed. Not just by birth but also in ability. In contests with his knights, he was always the victor, and in his hunts, he had always been successful. The skill he possessed only served to grow his sense of superiority.

He also delighted in cruelty. All of this was unleashed upon castle servants. Since you were his personal servant, you suffered the most abuse by far. The prince tripped you, made fun of you, ridiculed you for the smallest things, and smacked you around whenever he was upset.

A few times he forced you to jerk him off and look at him while you licked the cum from his cock. He loved the humiliation in your eyes.

"You should be thanking me for letting you taste the royal seed with your peasant mouth."

It wasn't a suggestion. You had to thank him. He berated you afterward for being a girl and liking dick. It was an open secret that you fancied other men, and it was a favorite subject for Percival to pick at.

Sadly his sexual abuse didn’t end there. One time, when he was drunk on wine and you had been cleaning his chambers, he suddenly pinned you against the wall and kissed you roughly on the mouth. Sloppy and uncoordinated, you could taste the wine.

You flinched from his touch, sure that it was a cruel joke. And even if it wasn't your first kiss, you should have been from someone you loved, not someone you feared.

Percival grabbed your wrists to stop your squirming.

"Stop fighting, slut."

His words were harsh but his voice had a certain softness that you were not accustomed to from him. It was obviously the alcohol.

"You're gay, I'm an attractive man, I know you want this."

You yelped as he spun you around and grinded against your ass. You had no choice but to comply with his every whim... he was royalty. He nuzzled your neck and cooed into your ear.

"You're shaking so much, I bet your trembles will feel so good from inside you."

Percival pulled your pants down, followed by his. He took a gob of precum from his cock and massaged it into your hole.

"I bet you can't believe your luck, having the prince do this to you."

He slid a finger into you, followed by another. You wept silently as he squirmed inside your ass to stretch you out.

"I'm not a gay freak like you, this is just your reward for being such a good servant all these years. You deserve it."

The prince sucked and kissed your neck as he slowly pierced you with his cock.

You gasped for breath as the pain made you speechless. You would have fallen to the ground had Percival not been propping you up with his strong hands. There was a resounding smack as his nuts hit your ass with every thrust. You tried to squirm free, instinct overriding the attempt to obey a superior, but Percival wrapped his arms around you tightly.

"Just try to relax. You'll love it. I know you'll love my cock."

He nibbled on your ear and trailed kisses down your neck.

"Stop crying, you're being really ungrateful... it's starting to annoy me..."

He began going at a crueler pace in his frustration. He felt between your legs and you were barely even hard. He thought you'd love this, there were prevalent rumors that several knights had used you as a convenient cumdump and he was obviously better than they were. Of course, you were a virgin, and the prince was robbing you of your first time in the most brutal fashion.

After filling you with his cum he let you slump to the floor as he sneered.

He was still drunk, but his orgasm brought a bit of clarity, letting his elitism and internalized homophobia bubble back to the surface where it mingled with his disappointment and insecurity at the fact that sex with him wasn't enjoyable for you.

He was too ignorant to know that much better lube and stretching needed to be used while you were more relaxed. Percival wiped himself off with a rag and then threw it at you with a look of disgust.

"Clean yourself up, then get the hell out and don't let anyone know, or I'll cut out your tongue."

You wiped the cum and blood from you quickly and staggered to your feet before hobbling away while sniffling. He didn't do anything like that again, not even force you to suck him, but he did treat you worse for weeks.

His disposition finally went back to his normal level of disdain when he finally got his new set of enchanted armor. It was white and black, with silver and gold filigree. It became your most important set of tasks, fetching, polishing, and putting away his armor as well as helping him into it. Though even when it was perfectly polished, it was not unheard of for you to get a minor thrashing at the hands of the prince.

The life you had was pretty miserable. Even though the prince acted as a tyrant to his personal servant, you, he protected his and the crown’s image. It helped that the royal family's policies and skills at governing resulted in a fairly content lower class. Percival, especially, was beloved by many. The handsome prince with his blood red hair and muscular physique. He was quite charming and had drawn the affection of many noble ladies. This meant you couldn't find an escape or even speak badly about the prince because you would surely be ratted out.

So you went about tending to the prince as best you could and just hoping that he wasn't in a foul mood at any given time. But the prince wasn't the only thing you had to worry about.

There was a dragon-man hybrid, Rinvir, that had been attracted by a certain shiny gleam. He found that it was the valuable armor of the prince.

Of course, it may be good to have someone tend to the armor sometimes. Maybe they could polish other treasures for him. When he watched you shine the armor, he couldn't help but think how nice it would be to have your delicate human hands tend to his "sword" too. And maybe how good it would feel "sheathed" inside of you.

Rinvir wouldn't just mate with a human for such a flimsy reason, so he stalked you and the prince. Whenever he was hunting with you as his assistant, whenever you were in the training fields helping him put on his armor, whenever you were alone and tending to your outdoor duties.

He hated the prince but fell deeply in love with you. You were so kind and soft-spoken, so diligent with your work no matter what the task.

Rinvir wanted you even more than the immensely valuable armor. He still wanted the armor in his hoard, though, too. It would spite the prince nicely.

The dragon-man waited until a lovely clear day when you were just about to help Percival into his armor. He was screaming at you to hurry up as you were struggling with its immense weight. Rinvir swooped down and snatched you right up, armor and all. A flash of shiny blue scales was all the prince saw before you were gone. He stood there dumbfounded for a moment before collecting himself.

"But... that one was... mine..."

He had to have yo-, no, his... armor back. It was so valuable and had been forged partly by magical means. Luckily, his father, the king, agreed. It was an insult to their rule to let such a slight go unpunished.

Dragon-men were strong, but the prince had a good number under his command, his own talents, and the magic of the court wizard backing him up. He'd have his precious peasant back by any means! And this time, he'd not let silly shit like fear of rumors and homophobia stop him from holding you close in bed while rearranging your guts.

Oh, uh... and he'd have his fancy enchanted armor back... that was what he was really worried about... the armor... yeah...

Meanwhile, at the formerly abandoned lakeside temple that Rinvir called home, you were crying. A giant man with shaggy unkempt hair, huge blue wings, horns, and scales up and down his arms and legs had just made off with you. Surely he would eat you or kill you for sport.

"Shhh, calm down, delicate thing."

He took you to his underground treasure room and put the armor on a stand then gave his undivided attention to you.

"You're my new favorite treasure!"

He nuzzled into your neck and licked your cheek, causing you to shudder.

"I-I'm not a treasure... j-just take me back home!"

He laughed. That wasn't happening.

"And go back to that abusive royal? Not a chance. You're gonna be my mate."

At first, you were borderline hostile. Then you were extremely reluctant. But as the days and weeks turned into months, you became more and more amicable to your self-appointed boyfriend. Rinvir did so much for you. He set up a little garden so you could enjoy outside time because you always looked at peace during your brief moments in the palace gardens.

He caught food for you. Though you did have to prepare it, he was no chef. But you had to prepare fresh meat on the prince's hunts all the time. But now you got to cook it how you preferred and Rinvir left you the best bits.

When you were sore, he gave the best massages.

When you slept, he held you tight to provide warmth.

When it came to sex Rinvir was a patient and gentle lover. So far, you had only pleased him with your mouth and hands, and he had returned the favor. His cock was thick and slimy but you actually enjoyed how it felt in your hands and the taste wasn’t bad either. He never pressured you into anything and was content with letting you explore what you liked at your own pace.

He really was your savior. Your dragon in shining scales.

It had been three months. Three agonizing months without his manservant. His beloved. His father had ordered him to give up the search because at this point, it was getting costly, and the prince had matters of state that needed attending. They could always make new armor and still investigate in smaller numbers if there were solid leads about the dragon.

That wasn't acceptable to Percival. His servant was probably dead or, at the very least, being tortured by a beast. It had been so long, and there were no guarantees that you were still alive. Percival had to have closure and revenge. Even if you were alive, he'd need revenge for having to endure without you, and you had surely missed him. If you were still hanging on you probably felt abandoned.

His father wouldn't budge. And when, in desperation, Percival had told him he valued and needed your friendship, his father had laughed him out of the throne room.

Unfortunately for you, his father came down with a sudden case of "died in the middle of the night." It was assumed he had succumbed to his advanced age, though that wasn’t the case.

King Percival redoubled the efforts into finding that thief of a dragon. It took an extra month after his ascension to the throne, but he had discovered rumors of a shimmering blue dragon-man. Percival spared no expense. Took no chances. He surrounded the entire area with well over 100 troops and had hired an additional two mercenary mages to work alongside the court wizard. They had used great magic to keep the approach silent.

It was the middle of the night when they made their move. Rinvir heard them approach and woke you up quickly.

"I think the prince found us! There's a lot of them. I can't believe they got so close without me noticing!"

He held you in his arms and planned to fly off with you through the temple's tower window.

You were too frightened to speak, but you had confidence in Rinvir's ability to get you to safety.

Rinvir spread his wings and leapt from the window. But a beam of light made by the combined magic of the King's sorcerers pulled the two of you to the ground.

Percival's heart leapt at the sight of you. He could scarcely believe you were still alive. This was amazing. He'd take you back, marry you at once, keep you safe, and heal you from whatever trauma this brute subjected you to.

"SLOWLY!!! He has my betrothed!!"

Yes, he was quickly paralyzed with powerful magic, and you were pried from his grasp.

Your knightly king would have you soon. Percival would make up for every bad word he ever uttered to you, for every humiliation, for hurting you the first time the two of you had made love because he had assumed you were more experienced.

He felt silly for having brought a small army when all he had needed were a few powerful magic users. They brought you to him, and he hoisted you into one of the wagons that had been brought to take back the dragon's treasures.

Percival removed his replacement armor and pulled you right into his lap. You had been shocked into silence with everything having moved so fast. One moment, you were snuggled up with Rinvir, your love, and suddenly, you found yourself in the lap of the man who made you hate life. Who's touch made you want to vomit.

You tried to shake him off and escape his hold.

"M-my Rinvir... I got to see Rinvir..."

"Who? That glorified lizard? Has he brainwashed you!? They say the best way to break such magic is with the touch of a loved one."

His hands were all over you as he peppered you with small kisses.

"Forget that monster, you're safe now, I promise."

"Y-you don't understand! I love him! Please let us go!"

He held you tightly with one arm as he began stripping you down with the other.

"I know just the thing to break this bewitchment."

Percival figured even if you weren't under the power of a spell that giving you his cock and making you feel good would still help you get over your overgrown lizard. The king kept you on his lap but turned you to face him. He swallowed up all of your protests with a deep hungry kiss, his tongue rolling around your mouth as it invaded you.

You started thrashing more as his finger grazed your hole. He held you tight as he leaned over and grabbed a vial from a box underneath his seat. He had this wagon prepared for your rescue if it was successful.

“Please don't. J-just let me go back...”

He put the contents on his fingers and massaged them diligently into your hole, slowly adding more digits until you could handle four of them with ease. Then he slicked up his large cock.

"Don't worry. This will be so much better than last time. I'll be the only man you ever think of after this."

His mouth attended to your neck as he slid into you slowly, going at a slow pace and making sure he hit a spot in you with each thrust that made you shudder and keen.

Percival had to admit that it was his fault your first time was awful. But he had consulted books since then. If he had been this attentive the first time, he could have been bedding you for a long time. You wept silently as your body betrayed you entirely, Percival assumed that the pleasure was just too much for you. You came intensely, spurting cum all over his hard abs and chest.

He went faster, still careful to go at a pace that wouldn't hurt you, as he chased his own climax. Being inside you finally and seeing your face as it was so ruined by pleasure sent him over the edge, and he filled your bowels with his semen.

"See!? Isn't that so much better? We can do it all the time now! I forgot to tell you! I'm the king!!!"

He held you close, burying your face in his pecs as he rubbed your back.

"If anyone gives us shit for being gay I'll cut their tongue out."

Percival was worried because you kept shaking and sobbing, but when you cried about wanting to go back to Rinvir, his attitude went icy. He peeled you off of his dick and cleaned you up roughly but then sat you across from him.

He had to remind himself that you had suffered great trauma, and it would likely take time to heal since it clearly wasn't a mere spell that had been laid upon you. He had to remain kind to you because it wasn't your fault, and a king shouldn't treat his betrothed too harshly.

Besides, he still had to make up for all the torture he put you through.

But he was not known for his patience. As the weeks passed, he grew increasingly irritable and could no longer handle your ceaseless whingeing about Rinvir.

Percival arranged for you to meet the piece of trash.

He took you down to the dungeon where you saw Rinvir. He was encased in a solid block of some type of enchanted glass or maybe even magical ice, completely unable to move. You fell to your knees and pressed your hands to the surface of the material as you cried his name. You hadn't seen him since you were ripped from his arms, you hadn't even known whether or not he survived!

"He's still alive, you know?"

Percival leaned down and spoke softly into your ear.

"I was going to have him displayed in the throne room, but that would have been too cruel to you, and I do love you so."

The depraved king applied a special lube to his fingers. One that was guaranteed to make you cum hard.

"He can see and hear everything. Since you cry for him so much in my presence, it is only fair that he hears how I make you moan and cry in pleasure."

You were crying so desperately that Percival's words hardly registered at all. Only when he pulled down your leggings did you realize his intent. You squirmed and writhed as he put the lube in you, feeling a strange heat inside you as he rubbed it in.

He gripped your hips and lined up with your hole, your crying face looking down shamefully to avoid seeing Rinvir as Percival took you.

His cock kissed that spot inside you and instantly you started moaning. It was like he was pumping a surge of ecstasy into you with every thrust. Though tears fell to the cold dungeon floor as he fucked into you, you couldn't help arching your back and moving against every thrust in an effort to feel it more deeply.

It was something you had never done before while Percival "made love" to you.

Percival greatly increased the pace. He wanted Rinvir to hear the smack every single time he drove into you, wanted you to hear the squelch from the precum and lube as he pressed into you, and most of all wanted him to hear all the pretty little gasps and moans HIS fiancé was making that HE had caused.

Percival's throbbing cock spilled rope after rope of semen into you, causing you to practically collapse to the floor in a riot of bliss as you came. You buried your head in your arms in humiliation and guilt. Your loving king angled your head up and forced you to look at Rinvir.

"It probably hurts him a great deal to see you like this, don't you think? From now on, anytime you mention his name, I am going to bring you down here and breed you right in front of him."

Percival sneered evilly at Rinvir. He knew from your defeated expression that he had won. The king kissed and comforted you as he picked you up to take you to bed. You had a long day, and tomorrow there was a wedding to start planning... now that you were over your ex...

He left the mess that had pooled out of you right where it had fallen. Rinvir could look at all the cum he had put into you for a while as a reminder of what Percival did to those who would dare take what was his.

[user211201]

Born to be a father

--- Originally posted on 2024-07-10 by breedertfs ---

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I'm a gay man in my early 20's. I know I'm young but I keep having these thoughts.....or this desperate need to be a father. I don't understand where it's coming from.

That's your body telling you how things are gonna be now, bro. This is your new normal.

It's in your muscle memory - even if you claim to have never wanted to be a breeder before now. This urge to spread your seed has been lying dormant in your DNA, just waiting for your desires to waken inside your throbbing cock and for the hunger for wet pussy to cloud your rational mind. Don't you love the way I talk about women and their bodies? The way the men in my stories just can't help but to suck on a pair of fat, bouncing tits? How their thick, slobby tongues want nothing more than to slide between some wet, slick pussy lips?

Imagine the squelch, the squirt, the sound of her high pitched moaning. The way her eyelids will flutter when you unleash your hot, thick load inside her.

You're rock hard, bro. Don't deny it. Your hips buck with pleasure, your package feels so fat and hot, your wide cock head rubbing the fabric of your underwear with each needy thrust you make. The young gay man who made his home inside your mind finds himself surrounded by a sudden harem of hot women, blondes and redheads and brunettes, all with their huge breasts exposed and their greedy fingers between their juicy thighs. This makes you moan in the outside world, your boner raging as you continue to gyrate, your work pants growing taut around your much stronger, hairier legs.

"Yeah, you like that, bitch?" an unfamiliar voice speaks from your lips, bristles of dark hair framing your strengthening jaw. Your hands grow larger and callused, reaching out in front of you and gripping around the waist of an imaginary slut. Your eyes turn dark and brooding, your once youthful face growing older and more grizzled. The strange voice continues to deepen and shift as you moan, your arms growing thick with muscle as your larger fingers pretend to reach towards a pair of jiggling tits. You swear you've never touched a set of breasts before, but your new body can conjure the feeling so easily, as if you were just squeezing a pair the very night before. Perky nipples under your fingertips, jiggling flesh in your palms. It's so natural. "Fuck. Tell Daddy what a needy whore you are."

Your once trendy hair pulls back into your scalp and darkens, becoming a close cropped masculine hairstyle. Your work clothes become more professional, colorful pastel shirt becoming a simple short sleeved blue button up, your khakis fading into simple denim. You're a straight man, after all. You don't feel the need to dress up or stand out. You just feel the need to push your cock into a wide open cunt, to feel the pussy juice accepting your shaft and allowing your nine inches to slide right in. Your nuts swell inside your underwear, full of virile seed that desperately wants to be fired into a waiting womb. You moan again, drool sliding down your stubbled chin, your expression taken over by primal lust.

The former you is still trapped inside his mind, staring at the group of women that have him cornered. To his horror, he watches as the moaning bimbos begin to cry out louder, reaching their soft hands up to grab their breasts as each of their tits begin to swell with milk. The old you watches in horror and amazement, all these big boobed beauties suddenly taking it to a new level, but your awe settles into shocked terror as suddenly all of the women begin to reach down to their stomachs, which begin to rapidly inflate as pussy juice squirts and runs down their trembling legs. In a matter of seconds, your fading former self is trapped with a harem of pregnant women. Everywhere you look is a wet cunt, a fat tit dribbling milk, a pair of kissable lips sighing a moan.

The old you doesn't stand a chance inside the mind of a breeder. He begins to shake, his image blurring and beginning to fade, all of his youth and former goals burning away to make room for the superior man who has made your body his home. Inside and out. This is you. The women in your mind are just memories of former and future conquests alike, an endless sea of women that will swell with your seed and raise your children. Nothing turns you on more than this. You have found your purpose in life.

And there's no shame in that. You want to be a father because you were quite literally born to be a father. And now, my dear friend, your new body is going to make sure you have no choice but to be fruitful and multiply.

Better clock in those hours at your new office job. You're gonna have a lot of hungry mouths to feed - and no shortage of women to impregnate.

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What are you currently into (or even, who? 👀)? Aside from dr :)

I AM SO GLAD YOU ASKED <3 <3 <3

i only first played the gay anguish timeloop game (in stars and time) like a month ago and!!!! its taken over my life!!!!!!!!!!!!

(numbers tangent for reference bc i love stats and im bad with words: i sat and counted them v approximately rlly quick and!! since the 27th of april i have filled 60 a5s with isat scribbles!! which include 13 bonnies, 14 miras, 20 odiles, 29 isas, ...99 siffrins and 102 loops!! ...WHOOPWHOOP!! digital art not included in the counting bc i got bored and didn't wanna recheck everything all over again )

*shoves siffrins in your face as a display of enthusiam*

uncompressed sifs and more rambling below!! spoiler free!! (siffrin going through the horrors is the premise of the game)

im full of earnest enjoyment for isat. i am not normal about it. i will explode at any second. i really like it when the timetravel is key in the narrative and themes and brings emotional devastation and slowly dissolves a character's sense of sanity, will, self, etcetera <3!! i also like it when the FOUND FAMILY is built before your eyes and THEY BOND and have WONDERFUL DIALOGUE that i CRY ABOUT OFTEN...!! isat has both and excels at it!!!! to me!!!!!!!!!!!!

throughout the game siffrin's the one doing the timeloops and keeping his memories, they're the one going through any actual changes (and the lackthereof) yet the rest of his party, despite being reset every time, still have a sense of progression through each act- the others develop too THROUGH their perception of siffrin if that makes sense?? am i using words correctly?? yea the others can get boring and repetitive given the TIME LOOP™ circumstances but they don't get STALE and there is development while doing the same thing over and over again!! and!!! IDK!!!!!! I THINK ITS COOL!!!!!!!!!!

the sparkly cunt's my favourite and i won't be elaborating bc ✨spoilers✨!!

i need to stop rambling bc i have finals to prepare for/pretend to not procrastinate on n shit so!! uh!! pls play isat!! enjoy some siffrins!!! THANKYU FOR STOPPING BY HAVE A NICE DAY BUHBYE---

(spinfrin unleashed!!)

[s-ublimewrites]

family pulled from the flood (melissa schemmenti x f!reader)

synopsis: melissa finally feels okay confronting that part of herself. as always, you're right there

words: ~1.5k

warnings: swearing, struggles with sexuality, alcohol, happy ending tho dw not unleashing full whump

note: as the resident gay friend, i've received the 'how did you know you like girls?' text so many times in my life. this is an homage to that - because i love it every damn time<3 title from the end of love by florence + the machine

Saturday nights, for you, are generally spent in a sea of your students' paperwork with a glass of whiskey in hand and an embarrassing amount of Wife Swap playing on the television. Tonight is no exception.

It's cold outside and freezing rain slaps against your window, making you shiver despite the warmth of your bedroom.

You're just about to take that first sip of amber liquid, eager to let the warmth settle you from the inside out, when a loud bang bang bang sounds from your front door. You take a few seconds to extract yourself from the vast expanse of Of Mice and Men analyses, and the knocking turns into frantic doorbell-ringing.

"I'm com- oh ow, fucking Christ," you swear, catching your ankle on the coffee table in your rush to stop your visitor from knocking your door down. "Coming! Be right there, hang on!"

You yank the door open, prepared to chew out your stupid fucking neighbor Gene for bothering you at 10 o'clock at night over parking, like, half an inch too close to his precious 2003 Ford Taurus.

The door swings open, though, and you're met with a shivering, soaked-to-the-bone redhead.

"Melissa?! The fuck are you doing here? Christ, woman!" You seize her by her leather jacket's soggy sleeve and yank her inside your apartment.

"Y'know," she shrugs, dripping icy water onto your hardwoods while she kicks her boots off, "was in the neighborhood."

You roll your eyes.

"Okay, you can tell me the truth after you've escaped hypothermia. Coulda shot me a text instead of freezing your ass off out there," you admonish.

You lead Melissa to your room, deposit her on your bed, and make a mental note to apologize to your students for the water-stained papers you'll have to return on Monday. Melissa picks at the skin around her thumbs while you root through your broad selection of sweatshirts.

"Didn't really plan on comin'," she says quietly, probably the quietest you've ever heard her. "Went for a drive to clear my head, and, well... Then I was in your driveway."

When you obtain a sweatshirt and turn to look at her, she's looking at her lap. "What could have been bad enough to force you outta the house in this weather?"

Green eyes flick up to meet yours and she opens her mouth like she's going to answer, but then she points at the well-loved Flyers hoodie in your hands. "That for me?"

You decide to let it go for now and relinquish the sweatshirt with a nod. For good measure, you snag the whiskey glass off of your bedside table and press it into her free hand. "This, too."

Melissa's mouth quirks into a half smile. "Knew I ended up in the right place. Thanks, hon."

The nickname makes you warmer than the liquor ever could have.

You give her some privacy to change and use the opportunity to pour yourself (another) glass of whiskey. You then plant yourself on the sofa, knee bouncing anxiously.

Melissa is clearly struggling with something, something big. Something that really matters to her. And you're friends - friends go to one another with problems, right? Something about it nags at you, though. It feels bigger - like Melissa doesn't just want any friend; like she sought you out specifically. When was the last time you ever 'just ended up' in someone's driveway?

More importantly: when was the last time Melissa had an important problem and sought out anyone who wasn't Barb?

You don't have time to ponder that. Melissa emerges from your bedroom decked in black and orange, feet bare, glass in hand. Her damp hair is pulled back and her eyes are soft as she joins you on the sofa and tucks her feet up underneath her. When you pull the throw from the back of your couch and toss it at her, she ensures you both have equal halves draped over your laps.

Now that she's warm and settled, there's no avoiding the matter at hand.

"Melissa?" you keep your voice soft. You shift to face her and your knee nudges hers under the blanket, and she doesn't move away. In fact, she barely notices you at all. Her eyes are distant, her head propped up by her unoccupied hand, her teeth worrying at her lower lip.

"Mel," you try again, and this time she jerks her head toward you as if she'd forgotten you were there. "Mel, are you okay?"

"Yeah," she says too quickly, nodding, before pausing. "No. Kinda? I dunno, I just-"

Melissa Schemmenti exists in such a permanent state of bravado in your mind that it never occurred to you that it could be false. Your heart clenches and you fight the urge to take her face in your hands and remind her that she's perfect. Instead, you let the silence hang between you, giving her space to continue.

Melissa looks at you properly for the first time all night. Her voice wavers when she speaks. "How did you know that you're into girls?"

Oh. You don't know what you expected, but it wasn't that. You didn't allow yourself to hope it could be that.

"I was young," you start. "Middle school. I cried so hard that I threw up when my best friend started dating this kid in the grade above us. I wondered why I wasn't enough for her. Then I realized that maybe I had a crush on her. And I'd never been more terrified."

"What did you do?"

You snort. "Freaked out for another four years until my next best friend kissed me after junior prom."

She's quiet again. You've decided that Melissa's loudness is your favorite thing about her.

You swallow hard. "Are you... asking for a friend?"

Melissa gazes back at you, eyes watery and voice raw. "I'm askin' for me."

"Okay," you say, and she nods, and neither of you speak again for a little while.

You've gotten questions like hers before, from others. You usually know what to tell them, how to guide them through it, but this is Melissa. Her trust, so fragile, is cradled in your hands and you're terrified of making the wrong move, of cracking its thin shell.

"Tell me what you're feeling." You're asking for more trust and you know it. You hope your sincerity is evident enough that Melissa doesn't flee from the conversation altogether.

Melissa thinks for a moment, and you're patient.

"I feel so fuckin' stupid, Y/N," she admits, and the tears in her eyes spill over. You feel your own eyes fill at the sight. "Who makes it to my age and doesn't fuckin' know who they're into?"

When you scooch closer, she lets you. You both sit criss-crossed, facing one another, and your legs press up against hers.

"You are not stupid, Melissa," you say earnestly.

She rolls her eyes, and when her hand comes up to swipe angrily at her tears, you intercept it and weave your fingers into hers.

"You're not," you repeat. "Mel, something is telling me you didn't have an awful lot of people encouraging you to explore your sexuality throughout your life. It's okay that it's only happening now."

Melissa doesn't reply. Her eyes rest on your joined hands, on your thumb that traces light arcs over hers. But she's listening, so you continue.

"I'm really proud of you, Melissa," you tell her, and that makes her head snap up so she can meet your gaze.

"What? Why?"

"It's hard telling people at first," you explain, "and the first one is the biggest hurdle. But you did it, and I'm proud of you."

She swallows. "I feel like I can tell you anything and you're gonna make me feel better about it."

You squeeze her hand. "You can always tell me anything, Mel. What else do you need from me? How else can I help you?"

"Just... tell me it's gonna be okay. Tell me how super fun being gay is and that during pride we're gonna get super drunk and slash a cop car's tires or somethin'."

You grin. "Well, duh. We can also do that on alternating Tuesdays if you really want to."

Melissa finally laughs and it sets your heart alight. "Thanks, hon."

"It is going to be okay, Melissa. Just trust me on that one."

"I do," she says easily, "I trust you with stuff I haven't trusted anyone with in a long time."

"Like your family's sauce recipe?"

"Not in writing, but yes," Melissa confirms. "But with the big stuff, too. Life stuff."

You grin. "It's an honor and a privilege, Melissa Schemmenti."

There's this look in her eye, one you can't quite place. She sets her glass down on the coffee table and steals your glass to repeat the action.

Melissa all but crawls into your lap to hug you, and you happily let her. She relaxes most of her weight against you, forehead pressed against your shoulder. You dont mention it when you feel the collar of your shirt grow damp, you just let her sniffle against your t-shirt and smooth your hands over her back.

You both know there will have to be more to this conversation, but that can wait. For now, this is more than enough.

[siremasterlawrence]

Red Carpet: Extravaganza!

This year we are introducing a new event for all to enjoy a Red Carpet: Extravaganza life no other as celebrities hot, bothered and of a certain height looking quite amazing to me at this point. The reporters and paparazzi lit up when star of television shows Teen Wolf, as well as Superman and Lois Tyler Hoechlin walks in you can see how annoyed he is at the flash from the camera descending on him. Something is off as the reporters jump over the gate ready for him racing upwards to him with the microphone in his hand holding it to his mouth and the flash of one more man’s camera goes off. His whole world stops as the prefect game of instant celebrity is completely unleash on to the world where the market for taking full ownership of slave celebrities has begun for us.

“Mr. Hoechlin! How are you ?”

“I …am…fine”

“Excellent! So Handsome as usual “

“…..”

“Are you free to date?”

“I am single”

“I mean forever “

“I am what you wish “

“Give me a smile “

“Of course “

“Do you comprehend what’s happening to you?”

“I am commodity and property of the people?”

“Yes! You are valued by many”

“But owned by one “

“Do you know who?”

“You!”

“I wish “

“Follow me!”

Zach Efron is next stepping up to the cue of the red carpet extravaganza unfortunately for him the evening events will not end up any better then the last guest and soon he will learn. His ultimate life lesson came through for him when the camera men surrounding him in a sea of crazy flashes his eyes disappearing in a smoke of crazy airy sounds penetrating his senses and all is lost. All he can do stare in to my eyes endlessly in to the day and night for hours on hours for a etch of time and with one action he wipes his hand to the side of his face as he falls backwards on to the red carpet as his whole world fell. A mindless Tyler grabs him by his waist as he knelt down slipping his lower half on to his shoulders he returns to his height as he walks up to him and guides him back to the back room of the hotel.

“My goodness! What a good job?”

“Thank you Master!”

“Shut up!”

“Place him on the chair “

“Good boi”

“Kneel before me “

“What’s my reward?”

“You disrespectful…”

“Sorry! Please listen to me”

“What boi?”

“I love you”

“I just want your attention “

“You are jealous “

“Your reward is to suck me off”

“Yes Master with pleasure “

“I love you boi”

“Sir Yes Master I love you too Sir”

“God! You are everything to me Master”

“Hey Taron over here and over “

“I am not in the mood today “

“Hey shrimp”

“Asshole! Get over here”

“Are you going to hurt me short stop?”

“Short stop !”

“You heard me”

“Bring it on “

“Man! Aaaahhhh”

“What do you just spray me with ?”

“The mist of hypnosis “

“The….”

“Mist of hypnosis “

“You are now beginning to feel my serum take over .”

“Entering your veins”

“Like a heat seeking missile “

“You are compelled to obey “

“Sir Yes Master Sir”

“Dustin down here”

“Is that crack at my height?”

“Sure hot stuff”

“I am not…”

“What gay?”

“Then stop staring in my eyes “

“Ok sweet heart “

“Sweet heart?”

“You have to make me”

“Sexy as fuck!”

“Some is handsy”

“Only the best for you “

“Is that so?”

“I want to hug, worship and be controlled by you “

“You are black owned “

“I am so in to this “

“In to you “

“I love your perky ass and all”

“Colton Haynes arrives”

“Mr. Haynes”

“You look amazing “

“Thank you ! If you say so”

“Not vain I see”

“Such a turn off “

“Not your style?”

“Never”

“Have you seen this interview?”

“What inter…”

“Your mind and heart are slowing “

“Your thoughts are vanishing “

“All you can do is hear me”

“Look in to my eyes “

“You crave to submit and obey”

“I am the love of you life “

“Your man “

“Your God!”

“Robbie your next”

“Yes, of course “

“Join us! Let’s do a collaborative interview “

“As you wish “

“I am your focal point “

“Your eyes are beautiful “

“I am aware”

“You love then”

“Absolutely, completely and it’s kismet”

“You both are my lifeline”

“You both love me”

“Madly in love”

“Especially you Colton”

“Master”

“Do you love me Robbie”

“FUCK”

“Excuse me!”

“Sir Yes Master Lawrence Fuck Me Sir”

The end

[asbestos-boy-68]

post your phonepad headcanons be free

you don’t even KNOW what kind of beast you’ve unleashed. btw this is my second time writing this post because the first time i did um tumblr did an error when i tried to post it and i lost the whole thing 🤗 anything for phonepad

mephone is a ben folds fan who plays guitar. mepad is a they might be giants fan who plays piano. they would learn songs from each others fav artist for each other. also they’d jam together TRUST

fan and toilet are their biggest shippers. I CANT BE NUMBER 1 PHONEPAD SHIPPER BECAUSE THEY ARE💔💔

they’re so endgame. THEYRE SO MARRIED. they’d be the SWEETEST married couple everyone would think they were #couplegoals

toilet would be the best man at their wedding

also mephone would make their wedding song the luckiest by ben folds (typical millennial ben folds fan…)

mephone would NOT stfu abt the fact that he married mepad. he’d call him his husband ALL THE TIME even to people that full well knew mepad. like the contestants. he’d be like “so my HUSBAND said-“ and they’d all be like “WE KNOW WHO MEPAD IS BRO SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!”

whenever mephone would get upset mepad would cook any meal he wanted for him and then they’d cuddle and watch reality shows together to make him feel better

mepad cares for mephone like he’s getting paid. esp when he’s sick.

mephone would rant about mepad to floory during iii. floory would call him gay

similarly mepad would rant about mephone to taco after leaving the show, mostly about how much he missed him. taco would tell him to stfu and that mephone was a bitch

when mephone said that he didn’t trust him that hurt mepad like NOTHING else.

regarding mepad’s whole “emotionless” thing i think of it in a sort of yansim type way (WITHOUT THE WEIRDO YANDERE STUFF 💔) like… he doesn’t have feelings but around mephone he does. at least that’s how it’d be at first, but after a while he’d develop a full range of emotions that functioned whether or not he was with mephone. but at first it’d only be around him

mepad always keeps snacks on him for mephone. he knows all of his favorite snacks

mepad is the only person who can calm mephone down when he starts spiraling about cobs

when they’d get together mephone would try and hide their relationship because he’d be worried about cobs knowing and “what will the viewers think about this ?!” but he’d be so ass at it. everyone and their mom would know they were together

no one was surprised when they got together / told ppl they were together. literally NO ONE.

omg my bf said this but like… ok II16 SPOILER WARNING ‼️ anyways yk how some ppl have theorized that all of the contestants are different aspects of mephone’s personality?

mepad loves all of the contestants. HE LOVES EVERY PART OF MEPHONE IM GONNA THROW UP

after mepad left the show mephone would curse himself every day for not telling mepad he loved him sooner

the reason mephone saved mepad was half just because he didn’t want someone else to go through cobs’ abuse and half because he just felt…drawn to mepad. even before he’d started up for the first time mephone felt like the universe was pulling him towards mepad, like they were meant to be SOMETHING.

mepad would be so upset by the fact that mephone acted like he didn’t care when he left the show. he’d be going thru the 5 stages of grief, “did we mean nothing???” type shit

mephone would be so proud that he pulled mepad. he’d think mepad was so out of his league

humanized their height difference is 8 inches mepad is 6’4 mephone is 5’8

as parents mepad would be such a good dad and mephone would… not. but not in like an abusive cobs way in the way that he means the absolute best but he just has no idea what he’s doing. i have a ship kid for them it’s a 3rd gen ipod nano. mepod nano gen3 i love you

their song is “i only wanna be with you” by dusty springfield. that is the song they dance to together in the kitchen at 11:30pm

mephone is so genuinely and truly in love with mepad. he admires every little thing about him and thinks about him all the time.

he cried himself to sleep every night after mepad left and had to use all of his energy every day to not break down about it

mephone acts like a kid when he’s with mepad. he is fully himself, he lets his guard down and doesn’t worry about what he does and how it’ll look, because he knows mepad will love him either way

mepad makes sure that mephone wears nice outfits on camera. trust that during s1 his fits were NOT tippy top . there is a STARK contrast of pre- and post-mepad fits.

mepad doesn’t technically need to eat but whenever mephone bakes (he likes baking, he’s just straight ass at it) he will eat it and say that it’s good even if it’s not

mepad also learned how to cook for mephone

everything mephone does in front of mepad is an attempt to impress him. he wants mephone to think he’s as cool as he thinks he is.

mephone looks up to mepad SO much, he’s so many things he wishes he was and that he admires. maybe he can’t become those things but HE CAN DATE HIM SO CLOSE ENOUGH 😋🙂‍↕️🙏

mepad loves mephone so much i can’t UGEGHSEJWGEKAHD

this isn’t even the half of it bro i’m sure there’s some i forgot since i had to rewrite this + i have a lot more i didn’t write down

AND I DIDNT EVEN GET INTO MY PHONEPAD AU. I COULD MAKE A WHOOOOLE NOTHER POST ON THAT.

enjoy tho 😋 if i think of any more ill reblog w them. also anon if you wanna hear me yap about my phonepad au feel free to ask because i will GLADLY yap 😁

[andy-wm]

You might be a 10, but he's Park Jimin.

or,

Friends and lovers of ARMY, be thou a buttress in the cathedral of Park Jimin.

Disclaimer:

Although this post is a direct result of the Jimin's Production Diary Fanmeet, it meanders through a quagmire of seemingly unrelated thoughts and mixed emotions. There is passion, there is incredulity, there are tears, there might will definitely be lewdness... because in the last 36 hours I have had approximately 2 hours sleep and now i am writing this instead of going to bed. Therefore I take no responsibility.

Moving right along...

Did anyone else notice the way Jimin shook hands with female presenting ARMYs...

vs the male presenting ARMY?

He launched himself at that man like he was meeting an old friend!

Ok that's not exactly true, but he did head towards him and offer his hand.

I nearly swooned, i can tell you.

If i had knows such a handshake might be on offer, I would have commited crimes* to get into that fanmeet.

Not that I needed any more encouragement.

If I had won a ticket in that raffle i would have been there with bells on.

The fact that my own gorgeous husband was returning home tonight after nearly 4 weeks overseas would not have stopped me. I would have left him a perfumed love letter promising all manner of treats and favours on my return. And then I would have stashed the front door key under a pot plant, and been on a plane before you could say 'Is that really wise?'

This is a PSA for people whose partner or spouse or FWB is a Jimin stan.

Listen up, silver medalists. Sulking, grumbling, or resising Park Jimin will do you NO GOOD.

You can save yourself an ocean of tears if you accept what cannot be changed.

There's no point trying to compete with Park Jimin.

Because let's be real, he won just by existing.

The only way forward is to accept your fate and support your Jimin-biased ARMY in their times of need.

Because there will be times of need, let me assure you.

Although you may not realise it, being a Jimin-biased ARMY is a dangerous calling.

When Jimin unleashes the devastating force of Dimple, your partner will need you to tend their wounds and you will have to listen to to endless recounts of how PJM chose violence that day.

They will need you when Park Jimin incapacitates them with an irresistable mochi attack. It may seem harmless, but extended exposure will render them useless and leave them in a gooey heap on the floor.

When he shamelessly and without remorse launches a full frontal attack, you will need to be on hand to drag them away from the danger, regardless of how much they kick and scream.

You are advised to wear protective clothing in instances such these...

Or these...

Or these...

Picture yourself as a buttress in the cathedral of Park Jimin.

This is a necessary and noble undertaking, and a compromise you will ultimately be happy to make.

You are shoring up your ARMY's defences against the dark arts of Jimin's lips, hips and vocal flips.

You are sheltering them from the burning brightness of,his angelic visage.

You are their comfort in the storm of passion that Jimin will stir in their loins... and if you play your cards right, you may also be the happy reciepient of their pent up lust - that's definite win for you.

Ultimately, this is how you will prevail.

A word of caution though:

Do not underestimate the power he wields.

There will be an ever present danger of you yourself succumbing to the charms of Park Jimin.

Remember this ancient warning:

Once you Jimin,

you cannot Jimout.

*I would never. I am lawful good, but with a side of chilli and a few shots of whisky (so really, anything could happen). Also, be gay do crime is a thing. I dont make the rules.

[blackbeautyray]

Double P

pt. 1

Warnings: 18+, teasing, language, anal play.

a/n: bitchhhhhhhh. That’s all. 

Part 2  Part 3

Tasha and I have been dating for 2 years. In that time, we have experienced many of our deepest sexual desires but for her solar return, we decided we wanted to try something new.

"Baby, I want you to plan something special for my birthday," taking another bite of her steak. She looked down at her food intentionally avoiding eye contact.

I knew what was up. And I knew what she wanted.

Mama told me she wanted to be double penetrated by me and another dude of her choosing. Although I've never done it before, I don't have an issue with it either.

I'm mature enough in my sexuality not to think some dumb shit like oh that's gay if another nigga balls were near mine. I can do this for my woman since it's what she desires. One of my core morals in this relationship is that baby girl gets what she wants as long as it's of no harm to her or me.

"Aight baby, I know just the thing." We finished our meal speaking about other topics. She isn't one to press or beg for shit. She knows that anything she asks me for, I provide it and sexual desires or intangible items are no exception.

-

Two weeks before her birthday, we sat on the same side of a booth in a coffee shop, sipping espresso and people-watching. A few men piqued her interest, but it was one tall dude in particular who made her blush. We shared the same build, complexion, and height.

"I think I found the one..." She whispered.

"How do you want to handle this? Do you want to inquire or should I?"

"I can do this part baby. Give me a second." She squeezed my thigh as she exited the booth. It was 80 degrees and she had on this yellow dress with my favorite assets on full display. 

Tasha has many sides to her. She's usually quiet around new people, likes to observe others, however, my baby has a seductive side to her. One she only unleashes around me. I do not doubt that my seductress won't have to do much more than bat an eye at this guy for him to agree to our proposition.

Observing Tasha, she stood off to the side of the coffee shop door outside as crowds of people dashed past them. She was open, maintained eye contact, and would periodically rub his shoulder. After about 15 minutes, they were exchanging numbers. As our potential third walked away, I peeped him glancing back to check out her ample backside. Meanwhile, Tasha faced me with an excited expression.

Now returned to my side, "Baby, can you believe how quick that was! You would be so proud of me. I approached it like a little business proposition. His payment, pleasure. After assuring him that we both were down, I told him I would need to see his latest results on check-mate. He agreed but he also asked to speak with you. Unfortunately, he was on the way to a meeting but asked if I would have you call him later today."

"I don't mind speaking to him, what's his name?" Tasha had the most elated look on her face. I trusted her judgment.

"His name is Malik. He's 32, a freelance animator and fitness trainer."

"Yeah I peeped, Dude looked fit. He kinda favors me." I wanted to see where Tasha's head was at with her choice.

"Right, baby? I thought the same thing. I want you to understand that I'm not doing this because I need someone else. You please me in every way, all ways. This is just a fantasy of mine that I want to share with you. Not an effort to replace you or make you feel like I need more than what I have-"

"Shh baby, you never implied that you wanted to replace me, that thought never crossed my mind. I want to help you fulfill all your fantasies, the conventional or unconventional ones."

We finished our drinks and pastries and continued with our day. I made a mental note to contact Malik this evening to either provide some guidelines or answer any questions he may need to ask.

-

Tarique: "Hello Malik, this is Tarique, Tasha's man. You met her earlier today outside of Gilber's Coffee."

Malik: "Whassup, do you mind if we speak on the phone?"

Tarique: "Yeah that's fine. I'll hit you up now."

"Whaddup Tarique, what's good?" Malik answered after the second ring.

"Nothin much man, how you?" He sounds calm, not anxious or devious.

"Look, I won't hold you too long, I just wanted to gain some clarity from you since to my understanding, you will be a part of this little shindig that I was invited to today."

"I understand, what questions do you have for me?"

"Aight, so first of all, you know what your girl asked me right? A stranger?"

"Yeah, I know what she asked. She has a fantasy of DP and asked if she could choose the guest."

"And you're good with this?"

"Look, I give my woman what she wants. I've never done it before, but it's what she wants."

"Hmm. Okay. So if I agree, where would this take place?"

I answered all of Malik's questions as I sat in the parking garage of our shared building. Making sure to have the call alone, I needed to speak with him absent of distractions or sad faces. Although I want to fulfill my baby girl's wish, I won't tolerate a fuck nigga acting out of line. Malik sounded level-headed, responsible, and experienced. He mentioned that he'd done this twice before, once in a previous relationship and once in college with his roommate. Once I learned this information, I had a couple of questions of my own. The dude is cool and in other circumstances, perhaps we could be friends or some shit, but for now, I don't want to see him again after Tasha's birthday unless she requests.

For now, our plans were coming together and soon, Tasha will be able to check this off her list.

-

The day before her birthday, I gave her exact instructions on her part of making tomorrow night memorable, "Meet me at the Clairmont Hotel downtown at 6 pm. Don't bring anything except your purse and any face toiletries you might need overnight. I will provide any clothing you'll be wearing for dinner and thereafter. I'll provide Malik with  his instructions."

"Yes baby, I'm so excited!"

"Make sure you use the credit card I gave you on all your appointments today."

"I will. Thank you Riq. I'll see you later at home for dinner. Muah."

Tasha has no idea that I have everything she'll need for her special night. Ordering her lingerie, birthday dress, shoes and unmentionables to be delivered to my brother's house was genius. I didn’t need her snooping through any packages.

-

It was 5:45 pm and Tasha was in her Uber on her way to the hotel. Malik is scheduled to arrive at 10:30 pm in room 765. It is the adjoining room to ours, room 764.

Tasha nearly jumped out of the Uber before Alex came to a halt. On the elevator, Tasha voiced her excitement thinking we were the only patrons on the cart. A short woman who stood in the corner coughed when she heard my baby mention edible lube. She glanced back asking if the lady was okay instead of considering her words offensive. I mouthed "I'm sorry" to the woman as we exited past the double doors.

Once we entered the room, Tasha shrieked at the layout of the room. It had a queen-sized bed, floor-to-ceiling glass windows, a balcony, an extra wide bathtub with a separate shower, and a mini fridge. As baby girl checked the rest of the area, I removed a garment bag from the closet. It housed a long, pink, satin dress with a bag of black strappy heels. 

She accepted the bag and went into the bathroom to change. To her surprise, I included a pink thong and a pink, bejeweled anal plug as a precaution. We don't do a whole lot of anal play and last time I was in there, shit was tighter than her fat pussy. And fat ma is tight. Swallows me whole every time.

Tasha sticks her head out of the bathroom. Visibly naked. "Baby, you got some lube for me?"

Smirking, "I got that shit, but I can help you in other ways." Licking my licks, I shot Tasha a low gaze. Saying so much in silence.

"Baby I haven't eaten since breakfast. I love you but I'm hungry. Hand me the lube and I promise I'll make sure you're all the way good tonight." She eyed my bulge through my slacks.

Slightly disappointed, I searched one of the bottles of lube I'd brought for the evening and squirted an ample amount on my index finger. Rubbing together it between my fingers, I directed Tasha toward the bed to lie on her stomach. Assuring her this wouldn't take long, I repositioned her left leg in a bend that brought her knee up near her arm.

"Relax mama. I'm gonna glide this lube inside and outside of you and slide the plug in, okay?"

"Yes, baby. Go ahead."

Tasha took a deep breath and moaned at my touch. With only fitting one finger in her tightness, I knew this anal plug would open her up a little for tonight.

Now back in the bedroom, I finished getting dressed, spritzing on her favorite cologne, and removed my durag. I waited near the bedroom door checking the mirror when I heard her emerge from the bathroom. I could feel the oxygen leaving my body.

"Goddamn." She had me stuck.

"Baby this dress is so pretty! Thank you!"

She embraced me before I realized she moved across the room. I hadn't even considered how her titties would feel against my chest covered in satin. Her skin was equally as smooth, I inhaled her scent.

"Fuck." I know she can feel me.

"Damn baby, you're already on brick."

"Girl, I need us to get to dinner immediately."

We arrived at the restaurant in the east wing of the hotel for our 8:30 pm reservation. A bottle of Rosé and a bowl of strawberries sat between us as we admired the interior from the huge chandeliers to the waterfall gushing from the walls behind the bar. After 1 and a half bottles, a delicious ass meal, and Tasha constantly rubbing her toes up my leg, I was sure Tasha was nice and relaxed for the next phase of our evening.

It was 10:07 pm and Malik texted me: On the way boss, see ya'll soon.

I ordered another bottle to take to the room and we approached the elevator. There was another couple in the cart so we moved toward the back. Tasha faced me laying her head on my shoulder. She reached down, stroking my dick, whimpering in my arms. It was going to be a long ride. The couple kept glancing back and smiling.

"It's a special night," I replied.

"I'm sure it is. You guys have fun." The woman said.

I grabbed Tasha's jiggly ass, "We will."

-

Once back in the room, I removed another garment bag from the closet and asked my woman to leave the anal plug in and change into a dark green one-piece.

While I waited, I went into the adjoining room and placed the Rosé, lubes, toys, and lit a few candles. The room mirrored the same layout as ours. Accessing the bathroom, I took a piss, did some push-ups, washed my face, and checked the room for any random shit.

A rotating sound from the door let me know Malik had arrived.

"Whattup Malik," We shook hands. "I'm gonna go get Tasha, make yourself comfortable."

"Cool. Thanks."

Malik provided all his test results and we shared ours with him three days prior. He came clean, comfortable, and ready for the night.

Back in the other room, I walked in on Tasha hitting her THC pen. "You alright baby?"

"Yeah, I'm good, where were you?"

"I'll show you. Are you ready?"

"I believe so. This body suit is beautiful baby." She stood watching herself in the mirror. Her once claw-clipped hair is now cascading down her back with two wand-curled pieces framing her face.

Lustfully looking her up and down, "You are beautiful ma. I'm glad you left your heels on. Let me show you where we'll be." Grasping her hand, I led her through the living room area of the suite to a large wooden door. Knocking, Malik invited us in.

"We will be in here for the evening." Tasha looked around in awe of the candles, king-size bed with black satin sheets, and double glass panel floor-to-ceiling window. This room did not have a balcony, but the view was breathtaking. It was on a corner of the building and the room overlooked the Pacific Ocean.

I walked up close behind Tasha, pressing my hands over hers on the glass. Pulling her hair to the side, I placed wet kisses along her jaw and neckline. "This is your night, have fun."

Part 2  Part 3

[sirtotallynotatimetraveler]

Introducing my Pizza Tower OC: Mel

Main Info:

Mel, full name Carmello Sagebloom. Is a gardener shopkeeper of the produce and plant shop "Mel's Mellow Plants and Produce". He recently moved into town after the whole "Crumbling Tower" incident that was all over the news. He lives across Peppino's Pizza, in which after Peppino and Mel's rough beginnings of clashing differences, were able to have an agreement to become business partners, with Mel supplying Peppino with produce for his pizzas.

Mel and Peppino are pretty good friends(?). Mel helps Peppino mellow out his anxieties and Peppino helps Mel learn that it's okay to let loose and unleash his inner demons sometimes.

Personality:

Mel is a laid-back, tea-drinking, peace-loving, plant-eating hippie. He loves spending the day tending to his plants, drinking chamomile tea, meditating, and listening to soft rock. He loves spreads the message of peace, love, tranquility, and positivity on the daily but he tends to break those beliefs sometimes when he's been pushed too over the edge. He also loves plant puns, and dad jokes in general, making many around him groan, especially Peppino, who hates them (but in a good way).

Mel, is admittedly lonely, as he himself has social anxiety despite his relaxed demeanor. He spends a lot of time talking to his plants and treating them like people or like his children, even to the point of naming many of them (Tabatha, Gregory, Chuck, etc). However, he loves blabbing on about plants and agriculture to those he's close to, loving to inform many on his expanded knowledge on botany facts. He spends hours talking about plants with Peppino, who loves learning about Mel's passion for plants despite knowing nothing about gardening.

(Admittedly small) Sprite and Height comparison:

Mel sketches (including Peppino and Mel being really good friends and not being gay at all) :

Guys I swear they're not gay I swear, they are just really good friends who hold hands and hug sometimes.

I hope to do more stuff on Mel and on other Pizza Tower OCs I'm planning to post about.

[arminsfavoritepookie]

SOLITUDE by @arminsfavoritepookie

Pairing: MIKASA X FEM READER (modern au pt.2)

Summary: In which you start an illicit sexually forbidden relationship with your boyfriend's best friend

Contains: Cheating, WLW smut, toxic relationships, cursing, smoking, alcoholism, forced proximity, jealously, public sex, secret relationship, choking, sexual tension, idk gay shit, etc Plot is nonexistent it's just smut... SMUT WARNIN

“Who's callin you, pretty?❞

Mikasa couldn't contain her amusement when she saw the guilty look on your face, hinting at your phone. As she felt the tension that slowly rose between the two of you, she sensed your hesitation to reveal the source of your distress.   Her curiosity was only amplified when you shifted in place, eyes reflecting your anxiousness.

Your soft features that longed for a kiss had been transformed into a storm of emotions you would much rather keep to yourself.  Mikasa had known that Armin was the one calling you—although he had only requested for her to check up on you and keep you company. she felt that you provided her a chance to stay distracted from the darker parts of her thoughts and an opportunity to just relax.

She knew it was not right to flirt with you like this. Yet if you knew the extent of your Armin's infidelity, you'd understand why.

Late-night calls and whispered secrets.

You didn't have a clue about his unbecoming intimacy. How it stirred Mikasa's frustration, especially as you lay alone in your apartment, aching for a resolution Armin can never bring. Though it may not be apparent, Mikasa is utterly devoted to you. The urge to provide you with the kind of love and attention that your partner was unable to gave her no other option. Yes, playing with you like this may be inappropriate, but her concern and affections are sincere.

Mikasa wants you to be taken care of—wants to fulfill the sickest parts of you.

Your lips curled into a sneer as irritation and anger filled your gaze. You couldn't believe she had the audacity to act like nothing was wrong and you couldn't help but ask her what she found so funny. But, she simply shook her head, wearing a smug smirk on her face and ignoring your question. If that wasn't bad enough, your phone suddenly buzzed with a notification from Armin, just making your bad mood even worse.

Mikasa nibbled her full lips while staring at you, and your thoughts drifted to the things she could accomplish with a simple flick of the tongue, how that simple ball of sliver feel against your clit. ❝You really want to know what's funny, pretty?❞ her lips contorting into a knowing smile as you tore your gaze away from her mouth.

She began to draw closer to you, her eyes challenging you to push her away as she placed her fingertip on your lower lip.❝You acting like I don't see you clenching your thighs every time I touch you, every time I look at you.❞

❝Acting like you some devoted girlfriend to Min when in reality you just wanna be my fucking slut❞, she began to brush her calloused thumb on your lower lip while her other hand crept up beneath your shirt and lightly touched your nipples. You swallowed the lump in your throat and breathed heavily against the pad of her thumb.

  

❝Acting like I won't fuck you right now on this couch, wrap my hands around your pretty little throat, and have you screaming my name while you beg me to leave, that's what the fuck is funny, pretty.❞

"Don't say shit like that," you muttered, feeling breathless and unbalanced. You tightly closed your eyes, trying to control the sensations racing through your body. The only sound in the room was your cell phone, the shrill noise making your pulse quicken. The thought of Mikasa fucking you with Armin listening filled you with an intense longing that you could hardly stand.

❝You think I care that he's calling you? You think that will stop me from getting what I really want?❞ Her voice was seductive and enthralling with a secret passion waiting to be unleashed. The depths of her speech, swimming in unheard secrets and confessions, created a mesmerizing sensation in you, wanting nothing more than to be taken away by her touch.

Your brain runs wild when she says all the steamy, delicious things you never dared dream about. Something about this illicit relationship fills a part of you that's been begging for some desire and attention. The forbidden side of it adds a spark of intensity that you can't quite explain but never want to forget.

"Go ahead and do it," you sneered in a low murmur, trying to disguise the urgent yearning evident in your gaze. Every cell in your body was desperate for her touch — for her kisses and caresses — to ease the deep ache of your craving.

Mikasa's thumb glided across your chin, and with a sweet smile she grabbed it, forcing you to gaze into her inky eyes. "If I did all the things I wanted to do , I don't think you would be able to take it, pretty❞

"I'll take it, I'll take whatever you offer me" You exhaled in a rush of air, feeling the thrills as bite marks began to bloom on your neck. Her palms are clasped over both of your breasts, twisting your soft flesh between her fingers through the thin fabric of your bra.

❝I'd break you, pretty❞

"So break me,"

Armin had never touched you in this manner; always preoccupied with work, he had never cared about your pleasure, leaving you and your vibrator once again intertwined.

Maybe that's why you felt so ashamed: Your clit is begging to be caressed, your lips are puffy from lack of attention, and you've started to tremble and writhe from sexual frustration. Mikasa was kneeling between your thighs, but she didn't touch you; instead, her passionate eyes gazed up at you in sympathy from where she was positioned.

Your panties were slid to the side, Mikasa watched intently as you nipped your swollen lips between your teeth. She discovered pussy juice that had collected in a sticky puddle on the couch—-dripping lewdly in between the plush of your thighs.

❝Nasty dirty girl drenched for me, hmm?❞ She was taunting you, lulling you into oblivion, and hypnotizing you into a hitherto unexplored world of bliss as she placed gentle, delicate kisses on the inside of your flesh.

"Stop with this teasing shit," you muttered, your voice trembling with desperation and fear at the mere notion of what she might do to you. ❝You giving orders now, pretty?❞ she taunted as she began to play with your pussy.

❝You think you're in control?❞

She just laughed at you and you were just a dripping mess, and it became much worse when she collected your arousal on her fingertip and rubbed the liquid into your pulsating folds.

Mikasa was plunging her long fingers inside you and she adored watching your expressions. Her gaze was magnetized by the delicate twitch of your lips in delight, and the way your eyes moved ever so slowly in appreciation. As she watched you , her heart felt a pleasant tingle of admiration. The contours of your face contorted into something indescribably beautiful and the energy between the two of you was almost electric.

As she listens to you muttering her name in a soft, soothing whisper, she's irresistibly drawn to the idea of breaking you down until there's nothing left. And then putting you back together again, slowly, meticulously, just so she can break you apart once more. She craves the challenge of your unpredictable and intriguing character, and this tantalizing prospect has become her deepest fantasy.

❝You're gonna start listening to me, yea?❞

She bit your tender, needy marked flesh and ran her fingertips through your wet folds as she licked and sucked the insides of your thighs. ❝Say you'll listen for me, baby.❞

You stuttered, "Fuck I swear I'll listen," your fingernails dug into the couch's flesh. Her fingers rubbed your cunt more quickly, as if she, too, were becoming increasingly eager and needy.

You whimpered pitifully as she gently blew on your clit and then spat on your pussy, the saliva oozing between your folds and mixing with your desire. It was so dirty, yet you couldn't help but take pleasure in these sensations. She was making you feel both humiliated and aroused all at once.  ❝Gonna make you feel good❞ As she slides one finger into your moist cunt and plays your clit with her thumb, you tremble deliciously. ❝You want me to make you feel good don't you, pretty?❞

An embarrassing pool of need surges, coating her finger with your juices. She presses harder into your walls, smearing the slickness from your cunt to your pulsating clit. ❝Answer me,❞ she urges with frigid laughter, increasing the pressure until you begin to tremble.

"Yes, please, please- please make me feel good," she hums in content at your pathetic whining as she continues to stare at your entrance, which is plugged and stuffed with her fingers.

You are completely defenseless: pinned down, thighs open, and your pussy is slack and sore from her aggressive treatment.You feel her fingers twisting inside of you, thrashing inside of you, and stretching you, the insides of your thighs adorned with red and purple bruises—your eyes pricked with fat, bitter tears that are on the verge of erupting.

❝Squeezing around me so fucking good, pretty❞ You felt the twist in your stomach and let out a deep sigh of agony. "This feels too good, I can't..." you murmured. She began licking your pussy while fucking you savagely with her fingers. The feeling of her cool silver ball of metal placed on the middle of her tongue flicking your clit nearly drove you insane.

❝Not yet, pretty, don't cum yet❞

Your legs nearly closed due to the overwhelming pleasure, but she forcibly opened them. Mikasa was relentless as she devoured you, lapping, biting, and drinking you to destruction. You were incapable of thinking about anything other than Mikasa's mouth on your hungry cunt.

"Please Mikasa, I need more give me more"   She stared into you eyes with an intense heat and energy, making you tremble beneath her gaze. ❝I know what you need, love,❞ she said, her voice soft yet resolute. ❝But you'll take what I give you.❞ Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes twinkled with flecks of gray, her determination and power so intense you could feel it radiating off of her. ❝Do you even know what you're doing to me?❞

The pointy nails of her fingers graze your skin as she wriggles her tongue between your creases before sucking your clit between her lips, her tongue crushing your sensory receptors as she drags you to the edge. ❝Driving me fucking insane, pretty❞ She exerts marginally more effort and seizes your attention. She suckles and slurps, grossly and shamelessly.

You curse, "Fuck, fuck, fuck," as you look at the woman between your legs. Her face is more hostile and hungry than you've ever seen it before. You're disoriented and totally devoid, she was scissoring her fingers and cramming them to the knuckles with a squelch.

❝Easy, baby, go ahead and cum❞ Slicked with need and admiration, it was almost impossible to ignore the rapid pulsing of your heart with her every word. And that was when you came, emitting a quiet but desperate cry as your eyes shuttered closed in the intense intensity of your bliss.

Mikasa pulled away from your embrace and you were immediately plunged into confusion and fatigue. As your strength began to fade, she scooped you up into her arms and cradled you to your bedroom. You fought to stay awake, not wanting to let the blissful moment slip away too soon. When you were placed gently on your bed, the coldness of the sheets lured you into a deep slumber.

❝I fucked you right to sleep, pretty,❞she said in your ear, allowing you to try and rest.   "You can stay" you replied with a weak voice as you fought to stay awake; Mikasa brushed your hair back, her dark eyes watching you.

She wanted something that she knew she could never have. You were her best friend's girl and far too good for her, but that never stopped her from over indulging tonight. That was the thing, she wanted you too much.   It made her feel guilty in the worst of ways, as if her heart was dragged down by an invisible weight.

But Mikasa realizes something for sure; Armin does not love and cherish you as much as you deserve. He never took care of you in the right way, or made you feel truly special in bed. When she saw you, overwhelmed and hopeless, an unstoppable thought crept into her head; she surely couldn't love and take care of you as much as you deserve either.

[queen--kenobi]

Kinktober 2024 Day Twenty Five: Gun Play

Aemond Targaryen x (male) OC (Tymon Lannister)

Warnings: NSFT (gun play, dry humping), death threats, internalized and exteralized homophobia, fellas is it gay to put your gun in your rival's mouth?

Also thanks to @writingbylee for being on the same wavelength as me and providing me some inspiration

If pressed, Aemond would have trouble explaining what led to this. 

The simple explanation is he wanted to fight Tymon; if he's looking for a fight, a way to unleash some of his rage, Tymon is a reliable source. Truth be told, Tymon seems to get the same relief he does. Certainly, he never backs down from Aemond's challenges, even initiating his fair share. Ever since he met Tymon, the two scrap like cats and dogs.

This isn't their first or second fist fight. They exchange words, a challenge is issued, and then they end up meeting in the middle of the night. As much as Aemond wants to kill Tymon and get rid of him once and for all, he never does. Aemond tries not to think about the why too much. He sticks to the standard reasoning of the Lannisters are a powerful ally, one his grandfather knows without a doubt will back them should Rhaenyra attempt to leave the valley their father gifted her and take the entire territory for herself. Killing Jason's only son would be foolish. 

Aemond refuses to examine the issue beyond that. 

This particular fight they're out in the desert, away from everyone else. Aemond knows Tymon's routine and routes, his comings and goings and when. Initially, it had been so he could see Elayna before Tymon. The look of irritation when Tymon sees Aemond with Elayna was always worth it. The element of surprise is on his side so he took advantage of it. It wasn't long before the two of them were rolling in the dust and dirt, fists flying.

Aemond has no idea what possesses him when he pins Tymon underneath him tonight. He acts without thinking, grabbing his gun. The vague thought Tymon wouldn't shut up even with a gun to his head crosses his mind. 

Sticking the barrel in Tymon's mouth feels natural. It comes to him without a second thought. Tymon opens his mouth to smart off to him, and Aemond shoves the cold metal into his mouth. 

“Say another word, and I will blow your brains out.”

He utters the words as a promise. Tymon glares up at him. While the light from the full moon is bright, Aemond can't see his green Tymon's eyes are. He's sure they're blazing with indignant fury. Aemond smirks. His blood thunders through his veins, the high of coming out on top almost euphoric. Aemond keeps his finger off the trigger. Part of his brain screams at him to keep his finger there and show Tymon he's as serious as the grave, but he knows if his finger stays, he will kill Tymon.

He misses the calculating gleam in Tymon's eyes. Aemond quickly adjusts, properly pressing his weight across Tymon's abdomen. Sitting on Tymon's chest and watching him struggle to breath does cross his mind, but somehow it feels too intimate. 

“My gun looks good in your mouth.” Aemond taunts. He wants to see rage flash in Tymon’s eyes, see how far he can provoke him. The insinuations aren't for his benefit but to provoke Tymon. He waits with baited breath. Tymon's eerily white teeth gleam in the moonlight when he snarls, but Aemond fails to notice he only sees the top row.

Tymon's tongue flicking out and running along the top of Aemond's fingers causes Aemond to inhale sharply. He yanks his gun out of Tymon's mouth with a noise of disgust, not caring if he hurts him in the process. As soon as the barrel leaves his mouth, Tymon laughs. It's a low, delight chuckle at Aemond's obvious rage and discomfort. 

“If you're going to kill a man, you really should learn to shut up.”

Aemond snarls. The crack of his pistol hitting Tymon's cheek rings out in the night. Tymon's head jerks to the side from the force. He laughs harder. Aemond tries to ignore all of the blood leaving his head as his anger builds. How dare Tymon do this. His incessant laughter only stokes the rage inside of him. Aemond presses the barrel in the center of Tymon's forehead. Tymon, surprisingly, sits up as he does so.

“Thought you said you were going to kill me if I said another word. Or was that a lie? Can you not finish the deed when you're made fun of?” Tymon's eyes flick to Aemond's. “Bet you won't even look me in the eye when do it.”

Aemond shakes. His lips curl back even farther. The audacity of Tymon to act as if he's the coward in this situation. His blood pressure rises. He jams the pistol into the soft skin of Tymon's forehead. Tymon presses as far up as he can to meet him. 

Both pause when Tymon's stomach brushes against Aemond's erection. It's nothing more than a symptom of his rage, but it doesn't make it any less embarrassing. Tymon's eyes flick down. He smirks, a slow and satisfied expression. 

“Maybe that's the reason you can't look me in the eye.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

Tymon almost yelps when Aemond grabs him by the hair. 

“I should kill you.”

“Oh, I doubt you will.” Tymon tries his best to sound cocky, but Aemond hears the twinge of pain. His triumph is short lived; Tymon purposefully flexes his abdomen. The brief friction makes Aemond push backward and away.

He stops abruptly. His ass rests perilously close to Tymon's groin. Tymon clearly is also affected by the situation, if the hardness against Aemond is anything to go by. Tymon's eyes go wide.

The two of them stare at each other, both of their chests heaving.

Aemond should get up. He should get up and leave. Tymon tilts his head. Experimentally, he lifts his hips, a silent challenge to see what Aemond will do. Aemond clenches his jaw. Despite himself, he's never been able to back down from a challenge. At least, that's what he tells himself as he responds in kind, rolling his hips forward.

Both their breaths catch.

Everything quickly dissolves into a blur. If Tymon wants to be treated like a whore, Aemond will do just that. Besides, the itch to put the blond fucker in his place is too strong to ignore. Aemond uses his grip in Tymon's hair to pull him into a more upright position. He refuses to let the other get an iota of pleasure out of this. Still, for every roll of Aemond's hips against Tymon's clothed stomach and chest, Tymon lifts his hips in response. At one point, Tymon even plants his feet underneath him. Aemond's trigger finger itches, and the urge to put a bullet in Tymon's leg almost overtakes him, but the change in angle means more pressure and friction for him.

He hates this. Aemond hates this. He hates how good it feels, even with the sensations muted because of their clothing. The hatred only makes him angrier, and it makes him harder somehow. He wants, no needs, to put Tymon in his place. 

Thankfully, their desperate rutting doesn't last long. Aemond comes quickly, which somehow is both embarrassing and a relief. By the time he comes down from his high, he feels a wet spot on the denim of Tymon's pants. They both stare at each other for a moment. 

Fuck.

Tymon moves first, nearly throwing Aemond off of him. He scuttles away until he's several feet back. Aemond stares at him.

“You tell anyone what happened, and I'll say you forced yourself upon me.” Tymon's tongue darts out to lick his dry lips. Aemond scoffs.

“As if I would admit to fucking you.” The rage and indignation on Tymon's face soothes some of his own anger. 

“Are we in agreement? This never happened.”

Aemond rolls his eyes. Still, he reaches up and crosses his heart. 

“Not a single soul.”

“Good.”

Tymon gets to his feet first, scrambling off into the night. Aemond watches him go for a second. Eventually, he moves forward, grabbing his gun from where he dropped it and standing up. 

This never happened. And it won't happen again. 

[wordy-little-witch]

Buggy: the surprising bombshell the Addams pine over.

Mihawk: The Long suffering uncle who needs to have a serious talk with his sister over flirting with his cru- HIS ASSOCIATE in front of him.

This leaves Crocodile and I will offer this possibility: Uncle that married into the family (even tough he and Mihawk aren’t even married… but when you’re an Addams you know when something’s up) and is suprisingly beloved by the kids. He just seems like the type who’d be only minorly irritated by those… frankly insane children, but soon sees them as the few kids he can actually stand. He comes over and both Pugsley and Wednesday are just immediately drawn to him.

Bonding time with Uncle Crocodile include: playing Houdini and wrapping Pugsley up in chains before putting him in a watertank that slowly fills up with Crocodiles sand like some fucked up saw trap (Should be added Pugsley is ecstatic about this because weird little freak,masochistic Pugsley has always been my favorite interpretation of him)

Live feeding the Wani with Wednesday. Morticia is so touched that her little girl is doing so much for endangered species…. Mainly keeping them endangered but the way she takes to the alligators is cute as well. There is probably a commotion though when Crocodile decides to gift her a fully grown one for her birthday. Not because of the dangerous animal but because Morticia and Gomez are both worried if their little bat can handle the responsibility and an animal is not just for one day after all.

Just… “Uncle Crocodile” as that “When your double income, no kids, lesbian aunts come over and unleash the gift happening on Christmas.” Meme, except he’s another gay uncle and the kids are … peculiar to say the least.

Yes yes yes this this this AAAAAAA ♡♡♡♡♡

Okay but Uncle Crocodile being the one to unabashedly spoil the children, Mihawk being Morticia's brother, all of it is simply!!!! CHEF KISS!!!!!

Also Croc gifting Wednesday a fully grown wani is. Yes. Just yes.

Especially if you go full "of course I did not specifically breed one to be appropriate for my niece what do you me for-" Crocodile who did in fact carefully cultivate and breed certain wanis to get a specific result. Crocodile who absolutely began the process out of curiosity and then later on pushed it a little further because no niece of his would have anything less than the utmost best. Crocodile who refuses to acknowledge the facts because damn it all he has a reputation-

Bonus points, Buggy the Bombshell charming the hearts of everyone in the family. Pugsley has a bomb buddy. Wednesday has a fellow chemist. Gomez enjoys a change from strict swordplay. Tish enjoys the gardening and tinctures they both indulge in. Grandmama is by no means doubting this boy, and she is delighted that Buggy knows so much of the Old Ways of sailing, stories and the lesser known spiritual aspects. Fester just thinks he's neat.

Mihawk is SUFFERING and Crocodile is... well he's Something alright.

Depending on how this goes could impact end results. Either cross guild poly, where Mihawk and Croc finally blow a fuse over the flirtations, to which Morticia and Gomez both offer smiles like "see, we knew he would make a marvelous edition! And look, dearest, you've even embraced your rage. How delectable."

OR CrocHawk and Buggy being romanced by Hawky's sister and brother in law. Nobody knows what's going on beyond Tish, who is blatantly admiring the lipstick the clown has and seems intent on wearing it herself in some manner, and Gomez who is simply VIBRATING because he loves his wife and now he and his wife love this clown, how charming! How beautiful!! How Delightfully Odd!!!

((Bonus points, at one point, Wednesday and Pugsley decide they are sick of their parents' oblivious pining and the clown's unbelievably obtuse awareness. There is an Incident during their play time. Buggy's clothing is ruined. Wednesday offers to go find some replacements.

It just so happens that Buggy is a fair bit taller than Gomez, making his clothing far from workable, but a bit smaller than Morticia. He is, however, slightly chubby, so the closest to a workable size would be one of Tish's dresses. Buggy isn't fazed at all, even mentions that he even owns a few in similar cuts. They send him off to change.

Gomez nearly drops his coffee when the blue haired Emperor glides in, hair piled into a messy bun after his quick shower. Tish for her part pauses with her lip leaving a dark smudge on her own cup, dark eyes laser focused. The dress they'd given him was a bit more conservative in neckline than her more recent fare, a square neckline and flowing long sleeves in a charcoal mesh, web like stitching that drifted in lackadaisical waves to his wrists. The bodice was not boned, but it had careful paneling which embellished the dip of a waist, the curve of a hip. The hem drifted to the floor with a silvery belt hugging his hips with a metallic spider charm glinting sharply from its delicate chain.

He looked phenomenal.

Nobody noticed when Wednesday and Pugsley casually high fived one another from the doorway.

((And later on, in the dead of night, Wednesday's eyes shoot open in alarm as she realizes that she may well have inherited her parents' apparent taste in brightly colored, jovial partners who were more dangerous than the world believed. Mind drifting to a certain werewolf, she rolled over in her bed to bury her face in her pillow. Suffocation seemed an apt response to this realization.))

[just-a-carrot]

Our Wonderland (Queer Indie Horror VN) Arc 5 Part 1 1/2 Out Now!

YEAHHHHHHHHHHH HERE IT IS??????

The, uh... MIDDLE THIRD(?) of the final arc blasting its way onto your Personal Computers! I WENT A LITTLE OVERBOARD ON THIS ONE MAYBE.

FEATURING:

🍅Intense action sequences! STUFF FLYING ACROSS YOUR SCREEN

📽️Super sweet semi-animated cinematic cutscenes! TO BETTER EXPERIENCE THE PAIN

🧑‍🤝‍🧑Soft gay feels??? (also a cute ace moment LDKAJSLKDF) (I AM WEAK)

💦1.21 gigawatts of tears! I WEPT MULTIPLE TIMES MAKING IT

😈Scenes with "heart"! THIS IS A PUN. LAUGH.

🐰Jerry! EVERYONE'S FAVORITE SEVEN-FOOT-TALL HUMANOID RABBIT??????

MORE DETAILS OR SOMETHING:

2-3 hours more content (a little over 33k words, bringing the total word count of the game up to 256k words lksadjlfad)

A RIDICULOUS 74 NEW CGS???????????

3 new cinematic semi-animated cutscenes (one of which is quite long)! Because I don't know the meaning of "Carrot, no"

Lots of sweet new tracks because this is apparently where I go all in on the Epic Music Train

A COUPLE OF COOL NEW FEATURES????

Feature-wise, I have also added some bodacious new QoL stuff, for instance, a new REPLAY GALLERY(?) and the ability to SKIP CUTSCENES AND CREDITS YOU'VE ALREADY SEEN(???) that I hope in my heart of hearts will Please People.

Read the full devlog and find links to download this bad boy here (IT'S FREE FREE FREE FREE FREE) (and by that I mean free aside from that LASTING TRAUMA it will inflict upon your heart maybe):

PLEASE TO BE ENJOYING.

YOU WON'T REGRET IT.

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

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He gets home in the middle of the night or the very, very early morning. Another sleepless night for Buck. Merry fucking Christmas. He sleeps for as long as he can, waking somewhere around nine in the morning. At which point, he takes a long shower, dresses in nice clothing, and then calls Bobby. 

“Buck?” Bobby answers the phone after a few rings. 

The minute he hears his voice, Buck starts to cry. Ugly, pathetic crying. He feels like a total idiot. 

“Buck? Hey, are you okay?” 

“No,” Buck blubbers. “No, I’m… I’m not. You were right. I should have listened to you.”

“Oh, boy. I’m sorry to hear that, Buck. What’s happening now?”

“I’m home. I flew home.”

“Okay. Then you’re coming for dinner, alright? We’ll talk about it.”

“Are you sure? I’ve hardly slept in two days and I keep crying.”

“I’m sure. Come early. Okay, come whenever you want.”

Buck takes a deep breath.

“Thank you, Bobby.”

“Anytime, kid.” 

➡️

Eddie wakes up Christmas morning feeling so anxious he could puke. What the fuck had he been thinking last night? Getting high and calling Buck and asking… Well, what he’d asked. Sober, but mouth still feeling cottony, Eddie can’t even let himself think the word. Words, maybe. He literally does not have time to process this this morning.

“Adriana,” he calls, exiting his small bedroom and finding her slumped on the couch. He’d offered her Christopher’s bed - the one he hasn’t used - but she was apparently too gone to make it there. 

“Mm?” She responds, without opening her eyes or moving her head. 

“What did you do to me?” He demands. “You gave me drugs and made me… Uh…”

“One, I offered you drugs,” Adriana says, still not even looking at him. “You did not have to take them, adult older brother. And, two, if you suggest I made you gay, I’m going to kick your ass and remind you of your extensive Kurt Russell movie phase.”

Eddie scoffs a little. “You’re… You got mean.”

“You went to war and left me with Mom and Sophia. I had to.”

“Fair enough,” Eddie agrees. 

“What time is it?” Adriana asks. “And have you heard from Buck about the disaster you unleashed on his life last night?”

He’s going to kill her. 

“Eight. And no,” he says through gritted teeth.

“When do we have to be at Mom and Dad’s?” She asks.

“Eight.”

“Oh, fuck.”

“Yeah. Get off the couch and let’s go.”

➡️

They make it by quarter after. Do they look their best? No. Are they fully energetic and present. Also no. But can anyone but Sophia tell they were stoned? No! So Eddie will call it a win. 

But it’s not just Eddie’s sexuality crisis and night of intoxication that has him anxious. It’s also this. This day. Christmas. His parents. His son. The whole thing is full of landmines and Chris is already pissed at him. 

Adriana watched him tense as he parks the truck in his parents’ driveway. She squeezes his arm. 

“You’ve got me, okay?” She says. 

He takes a steadying breath. 

“Thanks, Adri.”

He appreciates it. He really does. He just doesn’t know how she can help him at all when the problem is him. 

➡️

“You’re both late,” Helena sighs when she sees them. She has a pinched, stressed look on her face. Like it’s a grand performance in front of a sold out theatre, not a breakfast with family. 

“My fault,” Adriana says. “I kept Eddie up too late, chatting his ear off.”

Helena purses her lips and hums, discontented. 

“Well, luckily for you both we’re running a bit behind anyway,” she says. “Someone wasn’t eager to wake up this morning. 

Christopher. She’s talking about Christopher. 

“I mean this is practically the middle of the night for a teen, right?” Adriana says. 

“Where is Chris, anyway?” Eddie asks. 

“Getting dressed,” Helena answers. 

Right. Because at home, with Eddie, pajamas were more than fine. Not today. 

“Okay… I guess I’ll just… Wait for him,” Eddie mumbles. He’s come with quite a few gifts. They feel like bribes. Especially after yesterday. Their fight. Like he’s saying, please love me again. At least one of the gifts is for his future niece or nephew. That makes it marginally less pathetic. He hopes. 

“We’re opening gifts after we eat, anyway, Eddie,” his mother reminds him.

“Right,” he mutters. 

“Hey, how was the big guy?” Adriana asks, trying to draw the conversation away from Eddie and Chris.

“Santa?” Their mother asks, frowning. “We didn’t do that this year, Adriana. He’s fourteen.”

“I meant God,” Adriana shrugs. “But, yeah. I know. You stopped Santa for me when I was seven, so I figured.”

“Ugh,” Helena rolls her eyes. She walks off into the kitchen, without even acknowledging the original question.

“Jesus,” Eddie mutters. 

“You’re welcome,” she says. “Let’s go find Soph.”

Their sister and her husband, Jordan, are sitting in the living room, chatting with Abuela. They say their hellos and Merry Christmases and then sit down. Eddie lets himself fade into the background of the conversation, while Abuela barrages Adriana with a bunch of well-meaning questions about college. She’s doing her Master’s now. Environmental science. Eddie isn’t sure how much of that is in an attempt to piss off their dad.

When Chris finally comes down the stairs, his face is completely neutral. Blank, like he doesn’t care to be here. Eddie wants to cry. It’s Christmas. Chris loves Christmas. He used to love Christmas, anyway. What the hell happened? Is this the result of his parents’ rigidity about the holiday, or Eddie’s own failings? Is it just his age?