#if they ever meet it’s gonna be interesting

[nanaslutt]

minors and ageless blogs dni

college professor geto (30) making college student gojo (21) sit on his desk and spread his legs wide while jerking himself off so geto can watch his needy ass beg for him

“faster.” geto orders, gripping himself through his pants. gojo’s mouth waters as he watches his professor stroke the outline of his massive cock. he pants, playing special attention to the head of his cock.

“like this professor?” he asks, leaning further back and spreading his legs wider as he strokes himself faster, hips thrusting upwards to meet his jerks.

geto hums, “why is it you’re such a good obedient boy for me when we’re alone in my office, but during class you’re a disruptive little shit? hm?”

gojo smiles, biting his lip. “i wanted to get your attention, professor. i like the way you look at me when i piss you off.”

geto leans forward while palming himself, pressing his thumb so close to gojo’s hole and spreading him wide. “you know what i’m thinking about when i look at you like that?” gojo waits expectantly, cock dripping. “how i would love to see you crying when i stuff my cock down your throat.”

gojo grunts and smiles, eyes rolling back in his head. “want that.” he says, head falling back. “wanna suck you so good and fuck you after.”

geto raises a brow, hands caressing gojo’s smooth thighs. “you want to fuck me? what makes you think i’ll let you come anywhere near my ass?”

gojo tips his chin down, staring at his professor with lust filled eyes. “ever wonder why i wear,” he pauses to grunt on a particularly sensitive stroke, “why i wear those grey sweats all the time?”

geto narrows his eyes

gojo smiles and continues, “i see the way you look at the outline of my dick. you can’t stop thinking about the dumb jock fucking your hole.”

geto wraps a large hand around gojo’s neck, and his smile grows, as does the speed of his fist. “you wanna fuck my ass, brat?”

gojo nods. “so bad sir, wanna feel how tight you are around me. wanna-“ his hips stutter and jerk as his orgasm creeps up on him. “wanna pump you full of my cum, and i want you to tell me how good i did after. want you to thank me for it.”

“you’d have to make me cum, first.” geto says, cock straining against his slacks with interest, though he feins disinterest to watch gojo beg for it.

gojo nods, pants growing heavier. “i’d make you feel so good, professor. i’d fuck you so good. e-even let you have my ass after if you want it.”

geto whispers low, “oh i want it”

“yeah?” gojo’s word is a breathy pant.

“yeah. give it to me, baby.”

“yeah? fuck- fuck, gonna give it to you.” they lock eyes, getting lost in their filthy daydreams as gojo strokes himself to completion. “gonna- g-gonna- fuck! fuck, professor!!”

geto groans with him as gojo’s cock sprays cum all over his uniform and hand, jerking furiously. his cheeks are flushed a beautiful crimson color, and his moans and cries are music to his ears. he couldn’t lie.. the load gojo just released would’ve felt a whole lot better inside him.. maybe it was time to let his eager student ride his ass.

[boofeine]

So interesting on how seventeen gets jealous.

Hehe, able to do a drabble for mingyu jealous based on it?❤️😬🫶🏽

(sorry for taking so long... again 😅)

WARNINGS: mdni, angst,,, unrevised work !!!

"I'm gonna take a shower" Mingyu says while you finish to let your shoes by the door and lock it as you both enter your apartment.

That's not an uncommon saying or action from him, but you know when you just know something is off? That was the case. He sounded dry for some reason and didn't even spare a glance as the first thing he does it's walk to the shower.

You're letting your things by the kitchen corner, taking some things out of your purse when you hear the water running. You feel uneasy and contemplate if you should dare join him or just wait to talk when he comes out.

'Fuck it' you think, walking to the bathroom door, jeans already being undone and shirt getting lose. You knock and no response.

"Gyu? Can i come in?" You speak through the door, waiting a few seconds before opening the frame "Gyu?" you ask again, slipping your head inside. The room is starting to get foggy, but you are still able to see the outline of his naked torso as the water runs down from his neck to his chest, enough to gather you courage to come in.

You finish taking your clothes off and join him. He slowly opens his eyes, meeting down on your small form as you smile foundly but whimsy.

"Hi" You murmur.

"Hi" He answers, dry again. Opening you space to take the water instead. He leads you and changes your positions with a hand on your hips. Even looking as something wrong happened, he stills the sweetest to you.

When you wet yourself enough, you look back, and he has shampoo on his hair. You change positions again, and he starts to clean it off. You tiptoe, getting closer to reach his long hair hair too, helping him out. Your hands are soft and caring as you caress his hair. Mingyu is just looking at you, the same way you are looking at him, but he has a sad look and pouty lips.

You pull him, soap on your hands as you start to spread on him, his shoulders first, and then down his chest and belly.

"When you're gonna tell me what's wrong" You say while on it.

He helps you, spreading the soap on his arms as he thinks what to say. After a while, he shoots "I saw that guy hitting on you earlier". Your lips form a thin line. Somehow, you want to smile, but he hasn't finished yet. "And still, you stay most of the night of his group of friends".

It's true, you think. Now that he said that to you, you can understand where it comes from. Yes, the guy did hit on you, but you said no, and also add that you are taken. His group of friends are your friend's friends, and the only people (that you slightly know) that were dancing, and you wanted to dance, so you stuck to them.

"You should've tell me" you said, getting a bit sad too. The sudden silence gets you itchy and you can see Mingyu swallowing dry.

"You looked so happy. I wouldn't bother your fun." He adds, confessing it. And some of it makes him embarrassed and bothered that you were having so much fun without him. But he won't tell you that.

"You don't bother me, Mingyu" You reply seriously, stopping on your tracks to look back on him. "I wanted to dance, and they were the people I knew" you add "I want you to tell me when you're uncomfortable" you say lastly, and you suddenly want to cry because you're afraid he didn't have fun like you did, and you feel bad for have not done anything.

"Okay" he says smally and low.

Silence again.

"Turn around" you said, as you start to clean his back down to his hips, but also to hide how a few tears fall down. You clean than off and finish "I'm sorry" You add when he starts to turn back to face you again.

"Please, don't be!" He answers way too fast that startles you, cutting your words "Please don't ever apologize for having fun. I am sorry" he says, and you nod because he's right, but still, he can't just put aside what he feels either, you think that just what jealousy is.

You tiptoe again, caging him on your arms instead as he touches you for the first time, sliding his hands to your hips and resting on your lower back that let shivers down your skin. Your faces are close, nose slightly touching.

"I love you" You say, your hot breath on his lips making his mouth open in an almost gasp.

"I love you too" He adds before finally kissing you, raw and needy like he was craving it.

[askthehcc]

Hey Tango! (And also Zed) Are you missing the Brits now that most of them have left? Are you keeping in touch with any of them outside of them being Grian's friends?

Tango: Skizz and B will do a video call once a week or so and I try to jump in when I can.

Tango: I don't keep in regular contact with the other guys, but like... not because I don't like them or anything, just cause life is busy, ya know?

Tango: I kinda want to ask Jim for Blue's number, but I don't really have anything to say to him...

Tango: [shrugging]

Tango: I just think he's kinda cool, y'know?

Zedaph: he did have cool hair.

Tango: Yeah and like Jimmy talks him up all the time. He says he's really good with, like, design and stuff. Plus, he gets to meet a lot of cool people with his job.

Tango: he just seems like an interesting person – would be a cool guy to be friends with.

Zedaph: For sure.

Zedaph: I mean, the only Brit I got to know properly was Jimmy and I'm pretty sure he's still kicking around here somewhere.

Tango: Yeah, somewhere around here...

[Interviewer's note: At this point, Jimmy steps into the frame, having just arrived at the cafe. With his laptop bag hooked over his shoulder, he throws a peace sign up at the camera.]

Jimmy: Heyyy~

Tango: Hey Jim.

Jimmy: Sorry to jump in, I just heard my name as I came through the door.

Tango: Oh, we were just talking about what a squatter you are here.

Jimmy: Hey! I buy my coffees.

Jimmy: Sometimes.

Tango: You mean when me and Grian aren't on shift.

Jimmy: Yeah, or Mumbo. He's given in to the Jim-Jam charm. He couldn't resist for long.

Zedaph: Well, who couldn't?

Jimmy: Correct answer, Zed.

Jimmy: But, also, if none of you guys are here, then what's the point of coming in?

Tango: Heh.

Jimmy: Speaking of, I'll let you carry on. I'm gonna go set up in the corner.

Tango: Sure, I'll bring your drink over when I'm done.

Jimmy: You, Tango Tek, are literally the best person ever, do you know that?

[Interviewer's note: Jimmy exits the foreground and reappears in the background as a blur, setting up his laptop on a far table.]

Zedaph: ...

Tango: ...

Zedaph: ...

Tango: [Scoffs]

Tango: Shut up. Leave me alone.

Zedaph: [laughing]

Zedaph: I didn't even say anything!

[aramynx]

SECRETS SOFTLY SPOKEN

TOUYA TODOROKI X READER

summary: you’re out on the balcony with touya as he lights up a cigarette, standing in a tense silence until one of you decides to break it.

a/n: soft touya is sending me through a loop !!

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Cool wind swept your hair from your face, pushing it behind you as your elbows rested on the cold metal railing of the balcony. The nights were beginning to get colder, more dreary and grey and bleak. The golden glow of the sun had already faded, leaving you with nothing but moonlight and the nonchalant presence of the man leaning on the railing beside you. A thick smoke surrounded you for a moment before it was swept away in the wind. Looking towards the source, you meet a pair of iridescent blue eyes, gleaming in the dim light of the moon.

“What?” He asked, tilting his head slightly as you stared, “‘f you’re expecting me to offer you one then don’t get your hopes up.”

“No, it stinks. Would it kill you to not blow it in my face for once, Touya?” You said, wafting the remaining smoke off into the night as it began to dissipate.

Touya shrugged, taking another drag from the cigarette between his fingers. This time, holding the smoke in as he spoke to you.

“What are you gonna do if I do it again?” He asked, turning towards you to purposefully blow a little of the smoke into your face before releasing the rest of it into the sky.

You sighed as he chuckled slightly, looking back out over the city. For a while, you remained in silence, taking in the silhouettes of buildings and skyscrapers, small boxes illuminated by apartment lights.

“You ever wonder what would’ve happened if your dad wasn’t such a dick to you?” You asked.

“No.”

“Maybe you’d have less attitude problems.”

“Shut up.” He sighed, a small smirk forming on his lips to hide the sadness he was beginning to feel. As quickly as it appeared, the smirk was gone, replaced with an expressionless gaze over the city, “What do you know anyway?”

“Enough to be able to tell that you do care what he thinks of you.” You say, smiling slightly at him as he rolls his eyes, staring off into the distance.

“Fuck.” He half chuckles, barely coping with the reality of the miserable, torturous life given to him, “Maybe it does matter to me, so what?”

“I dunno, maybe I just think it’d be a good idea for you to talk about it.” You meekly looked towards him, only for your eyes to meet his looking back at you.

“Oh yeah? To who?”

You rolled your eyes as he smirked at you, turning away from him, "Forget about it, then." You scoffed.

For a few moments you and Touya stood beside each other in silence, watching over the night that brought the city to an almost perfect stillness. Living the lives of criminals meant that nothing you ever did would be 'normal', whether you gave up on this lifestyle or not. Even so, you'd never imagined you'd end up here.

"You sure you want to work with the league?" Touya asked, stubbing out the butt of his cigarette on the cold steel railing. "You'll never be able to have any semblance of a normal life after this. You won't have what everyone else gets to have..."

You looked up at his as his spoke, yet his eyes stayed focussed on something in the distance, where your own eyes soon wandered. The window of an apartment opposite the balcony- a young couple standing in their living room sharing a warm embrace with bright, hopeful smiles.

"Are you willing to give that up?" He asks. The question is vague, but you suspect he's referring to the happy sight in front of you.

"I don't know." You muttered, "I don't know what I want any more."

"Yeah. Me neither." Touya says softly, shuffling ever so slightly closer to you, "I don't even know what I'm missing out on. Never been in a real relationship before anyway."

"You're kidding, right?" You asked, looking over to him.

"Nope. People aren't interested in me. Even if I was a good person, I'm pretty gross-looking." Touya sighed, looking down at his scarred forearms and the accompanying staples embedded in his hands.

"I'm sure there's someone out there who finds you attractive." You reassured, doing your utmost to conceal your own opinions of his appearance. Sure, he's covered in severe burn scars, and his flesh is being held together by staples, but still, you find him to be incredibly attractive, “You’ve got some things going for you anyway.”

“Like what?” He smirked, “Do tell.”

“I don’t know, you’ve got a pretty good physique under that dumbass jacket, the piercings you have really add to your style, your eyes are otherwordly.” You admitted, “I bet you’d look really nice if you got all dressed up.”

“Oh yeah?” Touya’s eyes drifted over to you, where you were still looking over the city. “You’re pretty good-looking too.”

Maybe, he wondered. Maybe you could find some kind of normality in this place.

[mfdragon]

BEHOLD! The Son!!

So I was trying to come up with a name for him cause since he doesn’t have that second Alt mode yet, calling his Astrotrain doesn’t make sense. Then I found out trains have naming conventions and gave him the model name Capricorn Num. 3 (so he at least has some “stars” in his name)

Then my friends started calling him Capri, Cappy, Cap’N (his favourite) and then someone said “would Blitzwing call him Caprison?” and that person is a fucking genius.

His personality is very much based on the humans that have been around that train, so many museum staff that give train facts and history to guests and train technicians.

As such, he is obsessed with trains! He eventually becomes like a novelty tour train for Detroit and doesn’t really join any factions (much to his dad’s insistence). He lives in that museum and is treated with the outmost care, prob because he tech is one of the exhibits but also now a valued staff member :3

His other alt mode is something he doesn’t really mind not having because in his mind he is just train.

But perhaps future circumstances will force him to make a decision and get that second form of his 👀

[quackurucho]

i think its very funny how embarrassingly down bad cquackity was for ccharlie Immediately right off the bat. maybe its just their limited improv/semi-lore screentime that enhances the feeling but like he literally just took him, taught him how to gamble for like 40 minutes and then immediately started saying shit like “you are my best friend you are the greatest friend that i have”. there was NOTHING gradual or reluctant about it he pretty much leaped into his arms without question

[butts-bouncing-on-the-beltway]

I feel like the post I just reblogged pointing out the all-or-nothing in how many people interact with their deconstruction of systems of oppression is resonating for me right now with so many different moments in my life where someone decides that because some part of myself has access to some of the levers of control/influence/etc that come with the relationship to power, and decides what that must mean about all the other parts of me that might be explicitly refused access to those same levers.

It has happened in so many spaces/aspects of my life, and it can be so hard to feel safe and seen and trusting of others when that's my chronic relationship to being perceived - half truths and obfuscation.

It doesn't really change regardless of who's doing the assuming either. Like, where they land in relation to systems of power may influence which direction they lean in their assumptions about me, but even that is often inconsistent. Both sides of the equation (those who share my marginalizations and those who exist in spaces of closer proximity to power) will still do it nonetheless.

When I was doing my liminal social identities work in undergrad, this was actually a big part of the conceptualization we explored of traumtic alienation of self as individual from self as collective, and what it can do to people to exist in this liminal relationship with your environment and the people in it. As I'm starting to gather my thoughts about my stress modeling, this conceptualization is bubbling back to the surface. I'm finding myself meandering through it on both a path specifically my own, and in an effort to better understand what other paths may be available to people during their version of the process/experience.

Selfhood is so fragile, and so in need of balance between self-construction and co-construction for us humans, and that gives us so many beautiful, even spiritual, experiences of meaning making and generativity of self. It also createa many pivot points where we may find room in our path for vulnerability or blurring of self. As much as these pivot points can be distressing, I think they also sometimes become our foundations of change/personal evolution, when we find that through the distress of existing in shift, something meaningful is occurring or observable in our experience of self-in-transition.

I think something I've valued especially about my own relationship with self is its transience. It doesn't always end up somewhere I would be happy to sustain, but it always allows me a degree of comfort in complexity that I think has made my body-mind a safer place for me overall.

[isalabells]

Frau Herzog hat mich persönlich angerufen und gefragt, ob ich Herrn Pawlak im Sorgerechtsstreit um seine Tochter helfe. Wissen Sie was davon?

[hall0wedwyrm]

JUST WATCHED GODZILLA VS KONG AND IM SO EMOTIONALLY ATTACHED TO THEM SOMEONE HELP ME

also ive never needed to see a sequel more than i need to see The New Empire...... i need to see it right now.

but also i think im gonna watch King of Monsters too... i need my big monster fix..........

[player-1]

On a totally unrelated note, guess who finally finished the Librivox version of Red Chamber's Book 1 (Ch. 1-16 pt 1) this week? Nevermind taking a month break between the first 4 hours (out of 11+) and taking in 3-4 sections for weeks at a time (and dreading the other 7 chapters to officially finish Book 1), I only now started putting together the family tree cause there are names/titles out the wazoo that the Limbus Daiyu-Baoyu theory does not make things anymore clearer for now (adding to the Wang, Xue, and Shi family significance too)…

And now if I figure out that the Limbus Jia family is connected to the Shi Association (since book Gran Jia married into the main family as Dowager Lady Shi) I’m gonna bang my head against a wall to get the sludge of detail manifestos, roundabout convos, and so many poems/limericks out of my brain.

[keptoabysmal]

I have a friend who tells me about her friend who writes emotionally devastating cars fanfiction apparently. Anyways I’ve never met the cars fanfic author but a while back I learned she’s apparently the cousin of one of my longtime favorite ccs which is wild -

But anyways sometimes when I see something of that cc I get hit with this paralyzing wave of self awareness. Mortifying to read fanfic about someone’s cubito and then be struck with a reminder that I’ve seen like two of his family Christmas photos

[skitskatdacat63]

Even tho it's been almost 2 years since that fatui harbinger pv dropped, I'm still in shock we're getting Capitano so soon, like genuinely gasped upon hearing he'll be in Natlan(he's my favorite design dropped in that pv 😭😭)

If he ever gets announced as a playable character, I am saving up for years istg. Tho I'm really worried about how they're gonna portray him, both in the story and as a possible playable character. I want a genuine faceless, masked character, okay!? I'm worried they'll make him a twink 😭 and he's also one of those charas that I feel like needs a bigger model than what's avaliable :/

[pyrriax]

ANYWHO goodnight tumblr i'll be back on the art grind tomorrow i think 🙏

[wickedhawtwexler]

i just found a make new friends social mixer group thing that meets at a bar < 10 minutes away from my apartment and you will NEVER guess what their next event is

[transbee]

I know situationship is a word we love to use to describe many messy relationships but my goddd. Whatever Lucrecia and Vincent had going on was the most situationship to ever situation.

[badxwolf]

VERY EXTREMELY HAPPY AND EXCITED!!!!!

The shirt that came with didn’t work out so I’m wearing a camp shirt but I’ve ordered a replacement and am praying it gets here in time for the con! I’m also probably going to hem the pants and coat sleeves a bit (and see if I can take out the shoulder pads). But !!! I’M SO HAPPY!