#it’s his fault ur not on the pill

[astrxsee]

mdni 18+

the sounds of johnny’s cock slamming into you filled the room. all you could feel was his large, muscular chest pushing you flat into the mattress. the only sounds you could get out were loud, sloppy moans as he slaps your ass again.

‘god, bonnie, gonna have tae fill this pussy righ’ up’

he barks into your ear, cock throbbing inside your tight walls. his hands are wrapped around the back of your neck with his elbows wrapped around your arms, holding you in a tight chokehold. your eyes go wide as he starts to speed up..

‘johnny, don’t cum inside me!’

you beg, your voice almost an incoherent whimper as you feel his thrusts beginning to stutter. you weren’t on birth control, he knew that!

‘johnny, please!’

you practically beg as he rams into you with one final thrust, his hands roughly pushing your head into the pillow. with a groan, he pulls out quickly, releasing hot ropes of his cum onto your plush ass and thighs.

exhausted, he plops down on top of you, his cum that was supposed to be inside you smearing against his front. his lips planting a sloppy kiss to the back of your neck.

‘johnny, you know you can’t cum inside.’

you pout, slapping the side of his thigh. he mumbles something incoherent into your hair, his lips leaving lazy kisses on the side of your neck.

‘i know, bon,’ he pauses, ‘just gets me off so easy when you’re scared.’

[wriokitty]

This whole day I have just been yelled at by patients on the phone for long periods of time one after the other I’m at my limit truly

[angelyuji]

yandere stanley and stanford pines somno thoughts :)

18+!!!

tw // somnophilia, noncon, dubcon, drugging, pls lmk if i missed any tags

sorry there’s a read more link, this one is a little intense so… mind the tws and tags pls🥰🥰

stan is not sneaky or quiet going into your room. he thinks he’s being quiet, but he’s not. after a couple times, he stops bothering. like it clicked for him that it doesn’t matter if you do wake up cuz either way you’re in his home and there’s no way out. no amount of screaming will save you either, like the shack is out in the woods.

the first time wasn’t on purpose, it was a heatwave and stan woke up around 2 am not being able to go back go sleep in the heat. sooo he goes to ur room to check on you, yk to see if you’ve fallen asleep yet or if ur awake like him. he’d go into your room and see the 4 different standing fans he bought for you turned on, and also see that you’re only sleeping in your underwear. the heat was killing you, so obviously you had to strip. immediately stan’s next to your bed, hand slowly messaging your naked chest. you moan a little in your sleep and stan takes that as a sign that you’re literally begging for him. like moaning??? in your sleep??? ok SLUT. same thing next evening, except stan goes farther. and like he’s been out of the game for so long yk so he’s just curious. and like it’s not his fault you were tempting him, he’s an old man. he takes a couple risks: kissing you, pushing a couple fingers into your mouth or hole to see how much of him you could take. by day 3, he’ll see that your body is being conditioned to respond to his touch and he’s actually gonna lose it.

your eyes flutter open, a moan falling from your lips, as you feel something press against your heat. “hey there, dollface.” stan grins at you and you jolt awake, trying to move away.

“stan, don’t! get-”

stan grabs your waist and pulls you back, cutting you off, “no point in trying to run, baby.” he flips you over, pushing your face into the pillow. he gets to his knees and pushes into you, stopping to feel the melting heat.

“s-stan p-please” you moan, muffled by the pillow.

“please what, sugar.” stan grins as you try to move your hips. he grabs a fistful of your hair, making you arch to look at him.

“please, please keep going”

ford is the sorta the opposite of stan like he couldve been doing this to you for months and you wouldve never known. like he definitely crushes up some sleeping pills into your food when you’re not looking. he knows what he’s doing is wrong and knows he should stop, but he can’t help it, you’re just so beautiful.

i feel like first time it happened, it was probably when you fell asleep in his lab. you had stayed with him to do some research and when you fell asleep, he decided to carry you to bed. the warmth of your body against his was enough to get him flustered, but when he laid you down, he took the opportunity to press a kiss to your mouth. and dude… he was immediately devastatingly horny like one kiss almost took him out. he definitely booked it out of your room out of embarrassment (even though you weren’t conscious to see) after this, he didn’t make eye contact with you or talk to you for a couple days. you end up confronting him about it and instead of telling you his feelings, he decided that he should just drug you to keep using you without having to vulnerable.

i feel like every time he does this, even if you’re not awake, he’s apologizing to you and making sure that you cum too. like he feels sooo bad for doing this to you, but like the guilts not gonna stop him. the only reason you ever realized is cuz he fucked up on the pills and you woke up to him pounding into you like a rabbit.

“f-ford, get off me.” you could feel every inch of him as he held you close. you try to push him off you, but instead he folds you in half, legs hooking his shoulders.

in this position, you could hardly think or breathe, he went deep and hard into you. as he gets quicker, he starts to mumble into your ear, “i can’t stop, i-i’m sorry, i’m s-so sorry.” he bites into your shoulder and you moan. “you just feel so good.”

for both ford and stan, once you wake up to them using you and you end up not telling anyone what happened, they’ll take that as a green light to keep doing this to you. and then it evolves from at night while you’re sleeping to the afternoon in a public mall bathroom.

(i kinda want to write about that now… but also… tutor!ford x reader… stan x babysitter!reader… im thinking thoughts…)

[inhogf]

an idea dawned on me midday🙏😭 i cant not share this

thanos in his rapper era x reader, fucking in the back of a limo and he snorts a line off your lower back plz help

limo sex ft thanos.

contains · dubcon, fucking in a limo, degradation kink, drug usage (he snorts cocaine off ur back UM.) · a/n: anon this is SO good i couldnt get this off my mind on god 👅

thanos was embarrassed, infuriated even— getting rejected by some bitch at ‘club pentagon’ in front of all his friends wasn't like him, no, he was thanos. so he does what anyone within a right mind would do. he slips a pill in your drink and pulls you away to his limo right as your steps get inconsistent. a punishment, he'd call it.

“look at your pussy drooling all over my cock. filthy bitch.” thanos rasps between sloppy impels of his hips against your ass. you’re spluttering a series of pathetic moans, spit gathering on your chin. you were such a fucking mess on his dick; cunt clasping onto him every time he attempted to slipped out. you couldn't lie to yourself, really— you were enjoying this, evident in the way you'd voluntarily push your ass back. you're fucked.

your senses were oh so overwhelmed, muffled music from the club wavering through your ears, before a high-pitched ring drowned out your hearing. you cry, knuckles white as you held the head-rest of the car seat for leverage, grip so tight you might shatter it. you wince when you bash your puffy, swollen lips on the expensive leather of the seat; thanks to thanos jolting you forward. he groans, blunt nails smothered by cakey rainbow polish nipping at your sweaty skin before pulling away.

“fuck, i need a hit.”

with trembling hands, thanos tore open a small plastic bag from his pocket, the fine white powder inside glistening under the dim light of the car as he pinched a generous amount, carefully tapping it onto the surface of your lower back before you grabbed his wrist and spoke up. “what are you doing-?”

he pinched your thigh and shushed you like you were some fucking baby. so humiliating. he reached for an old razor blade, and dragged it through the powder, shaping it into a thin, straight line— his breath quickening as he admired his work, the anticipation tightening his chest before he snorted it up with a rolled bill. it seemed like he got even fucking harder inside of your cunt— if that was even possible.

thanos, higher than the fucking sky right now, would start recording you, the sweat on your skin glistening from the flash. he grabbed your wrists, slamming your ass back on his dick capturing the perfect bounce on his phone. he'd post it to his cf story, captioning it as ’this is what happens when u don't give thanos what he wants 🙏’ and would put on a track he produced behind it. he almost felt bad. almost.

“y’know, it's really your fuckin' fault, stupid slut..” he kept trying to justify his actions— slurring through his gritted teeth, words nothing short of hissed murmers under his breath. he was already so fucking high and his thrusts kept getting sloppier & sloppier. “maybe if you hadn't embarrassed me in front of all my homies.”

thanos had fucked hundreds of girls, yes— yet he has never been able to be taken so well. he can't physically control himself at the gummy, velvety addiction that weeps between your legs, each thrust coating his veiny shaft in a new layer of your sweet and pearly release. so tight for him.

his brows would raise as you stopped restraining your moans— enjoying your sweet submission, your uncoordinated, needy movements when you press your hips back, meeting his hefty dick stretching your thin, velvety walls. he could tell you were giving in. he wasn't enjoying it as much now.

the rough expanse of his palm smothered whatever it is all over your back, and he slips himself from you entirely before driving himself back in again. your head spins, chin smacking the leather of the seat because of his animalistic rutting; ropes of thick cum spurting on your lower back as he pulls out last second— your own cream spilling out from your cunt. you're overstimulated, whimpering and babbling streams of inaudible nothings; his softening cock laying snug on top of your ass cheeks.

“i could snap your neck right now, whore.” your eyes widen as his big hands slither up to your throat and grip it.

“but i won't, so give me your number.”

cr @inhogf dont steal

[midnite-c6]

more pink guard!namgyu and thanos au thoughts :P

pink guard!namgyu and thanos who brings timid!reader back into the games after mingle happened, the survived players see you sitting on your bed with eating food that’s completely different to what they have to eat.

pink guard!namgyu and thanos that actually brought your bed closer to the door so all they can keep a better eye on you…

hehe YAY this request rlly made my mindblow cuz like WHY HAVENT I THOUGHT OF THAT KIND OF AU, SO COOL ANON!!

pink guard!thanos & pink guard!namgyu x virgin!reader imagine pt. 2💘

warnings: 18+, dark content, dubcon, gunplay (read at ur own risk!!)

after the last game, that you skipped (because of your two new friends!), they already sent you back to the original dorms of the players. you'd walk back inside, slightly limping as your legs shake... the other players couldn't care less though, infact, they're pretty bummed you're still alive, just means less money.

the two guards really found a favourite amongst the 456 players! they'd assign you a better place to sleep, they'd also give you much more delicious food, and whenever other players try to bother you about it, it's okay! they'll just unfairly kill them in the next round <3. despite being ranked as triangle guards, they're hella irresponsible, but atleast they found their purpose in these games, and that's... you! ❤️‍🩹

just right after lunch, after eating the delicious food they especially made for you, you've been escorted to go to another unfamiliar room, something kind of like a basement..

they'd already take off their masks, the purple-haired one starts to already show his excitement, the black-haired one was arranging the place, trying to make it more cozy despite how it's very far from that. "baby!! i missed you, nam-gyu made that special steak lunch just for you, did you like it, babe?" he'd look at you with puppy eyes, eyes that a lover would make, "uhm.. it was really good! but the players were really angry at me..." he pouted in response. "what?!" "they said it was really unfair. i'm the only who got to eat that type of meal.." his brows furrow, clearly annoyed. "buncha' whining bitches, can't they expect a princess like you deserves to eat deliciously?" "uhm.." these guards were surely good with their words..

"well, don't think about them anymore, baby. we'll make you forget." he shushes you up with his gloved finger, before smacking his lips against yours. fine, he was a good kisser, you admit.

nsfw below!!-> 🫶🏻

honestly, they were taking their time with you, taking turns to sloppily kiss you in the lips whilst grinding their suits against your core and fingering you without any release. it was a hassel to take the pink suit off, clearly. "dude, i've cooked her the steak, i should get to fuck her first!" "uhm.. who said that? i was the one who thought of it." you'd watch both of them argue over you as you lean back against the wall, your clothes stripped infront of you. your body was shivering from the cold un-tiled floor. "you tryna' piss me off, bro?" "nah nah, let's play fair then. rock paper scissors?" nam-gyu groaned, but he'd extend his hand to play a game, best to three. after a few rounds, the black-haired one was the winner, he'd cheer. "yes!! knew the world was fair. sucks to suck, bro." "whadda' fuck! you got to eat her out last timeeee..!" the purple-haired one complained. "just your fault you didn't." he smiled proudly as he started to unbuckle his pants, walking over to you. the other guard went to focus on getting a cross necklace underneath his shirt, popping a pill in his mouth.

you'd look up at the guard closer to you, quite worried in your eyes. "what? don't want to?" nam-gyu raises a brow. you don't answer, but you were definitely hesitant. "i've never.. uhm.. with an actual..." he immediately bursted into laughter. "seriously? you're a virgin? no wonder you were so tight. couldn't even stretch you with my fingers n' all." you lower your gaze to the floor, his eyes were judging you from above.. "a face of a slut, yet an attitude like an angel, i like that." he'd put on his pants again, though he was dissapointed. "don't worry.. i'll prepare you," you wonder if he'd just finger you again, but... he'd slowly take the gun from his pocket, lowering himself to place the barrel of the gun on your clit. you'd jolt from the hard texture, or how it was a literal gun against your cunt. "if ya' can handle this, you can handle me, okay?"

you'd whimper, how were you supposed to fit that? "u-uhm.." "don't be nervous.. hey dude, hold her down will you?" he'd call out for the other guard that was getting high. "why should i? i'm still salty." "i'm not gonna fuck her, she's still a virgin." the purple-haired guard immediately went to the both of you "we're the first ones to touch you?!", he places his body underneath yours so you were sitting on his lap. he'd place his hands underneath your thighs to carefully spread your legs open. "it's such an honor, cutie." the guard infront of you starts rubbing the front of the barrel against your clit repeatedly, the sensation was so weird!! but it was a good kind of weird... and to they're pleasure, you'd start letting out sweet moans, as the gun was being pressed against your sensitive bud, nam-gyu's other hand would spread your cunny open, "fuck, so wet, you'd take in this gun easily." he slowly moved the gun away from your clit... lowering it.. til' it was just right against your hole. "s-slowly- please.." nam-gyu tilts his head. "slowly?" before immediately pushing the barrel fully inside you. you'd let out a loud, shameless moan from how it slid in, or how it was quite longer than you were used to. "h-hey!?" "sorry, i'm a bit impatient." he grinned, sliding the gun in and out, a ruthless pace, even faster than how he was fingering you before.

& with the pace and all that pleasure... you get to release another high from that new experience, getting fucked by a gun, the guard underneath you was uncontrollablly smiling. "can't take it, babe? here..." he'd offer you a pill. "the next games a bit tricky, so you'd need some energy.."

"but if you're too scared to play don't worry, 'kay? just go to the bathroom during lights out and you can repay us while you're there!" every thing comes with a price, except, gladly you're the one cumming. 💘

[kalivodas]

listen i just had to i have such a fundamental feeling for that bear of a man

part 1

warnings p in v nasty nasty talk he calls you kiddo but come on now

IT’S YOUR FAULT. at least that’s what he tells you, coos into your ear as the wet of his mouth finds refuge against your throat. his beard tickles, but his tongue sears.

“you started it, kid,” he grumbles to the fever-ridden air between you. his truck was hot, fog pilled on the windows. (jesus, you were fucking in the parking lot of a home goods.)

he places a palm on your back, arches it up nice and pretty for him, and teases the head of his cock against you. you hear his breath hitch when he meets nothing but wetness.

“please,” you whine, and you feel goosebumps prick your skin at the rawness of your voice.

“beg for it, lovie,” he urges.

your hips buck, grinding into him aimlessly as he pulls away from you. a man who would stick his dick in you in the back of a shopping plaza, but a man with restraint, nonetheless.

somewhere between the high-pitched whimpers of oh, fuck you and god, please please please just put it in and fuck me, john, please baby, need you bad (it was absolutely this one), he bottoms out inside you.

you feel his hips shutter against you. your lungs fall empty, a pathetic, breathless thing falling from your mouth. when you find your air, catch his cock in a vice, he completely draws from you.

“stop being mean,” you grit, bite at him, and your back heaves when his teeth sink into your shoulder.

he grins. you feel it. “why dontcha’ just be quiet honey? just-“ he jams his length into you, face splits impossibly when he hears a squelch. “let her talk for a little bit, shut that pretty fucking mouth.”

before you get to rebuttal, or a form a decent thought in the mush that was your head, his palm finds the fat of your hip. he squeezes there, hums when you whine, and places a hefty palm on your ass. he lets the other hand snake around, enveloping your mouth.

“fat babies, huh?” his pelvis all but snaps against you, and you bite against his hand when his balls slap your clit. he feels you squeeze him, like a fucking vice, he says, and one of his hands slide to your shoulders.

he pushes you down, cheek flat against the leather of his backseat, and pistons down into you like he got paid by the damn hour.

“i’ll give you a fucking baby.” his chest shudders, you swear you feel the hair of it prick your back. your bear.

“fill you the brim, jesus, i’m gonna make you a mama,” he grunts, and you can hear the brute of him shatter. his words come out slurred and broken, lungs taking in air almost viciously.

your hips lock beneath him, and you paw the hand on your mouth away. “knock me up,” you beg him. “please, gotta be— fuck, gotta be full.”

you’d put twenty bucks on the bet that he whimpered.

“i’m gonna’,” his hands find the pudge of your thighs and he tightens his fingers on you like you might slip out of them. “gonna’ make you all fat and pretty, kid.”

he cums then, hot spurts of him filling your tummy. he peels himself away from you, and has to bite away a smirk at the spent, sweaty state of the two of you.

“no more house shopping for you, mr. price,” you coo up at him, but your body hasn’t moved. in fact, it sounds like your fighting your lungs to breathe.

he laughs. “yeah baby, that’s the problem.”

a / n dedicated to @pricegouge only ur tags awakened something

[pinkaditty]

HI i love your works sm ,,, and i really love the way you write it just brings out soemtnhign in me ,,, but hear me out on leo kurosagi angst where leo keeps insulting pc and pc just took it well until he said something sensitive (maybe sth ab the way she eats? or sth abt her face etc etc) and hurt pc's feelings and he didnt feel bad when pc cried , but when he saw pc going over to sho and sho giving him dirty looks he feels remorseful but he didnt want his pride to crack so he blamed pc , and then when pc started avouding him he started mocking her but in the inside it hurt him and his pride slightly , afterwards he found out he actually has genuine feelings for pc but denies it , until he found out pc is now his bff's gf WOW i NEED him humbled 🤗🤗🤗

Pavlov's Ghoul (Leo Kurosagi x Reader x Sho Haizono; Tokyo Debunker)

hey anon this existing is UR FAULT. (ilysm ty 4 the idea) and i hope u don't mind that I added my own little twist 2 it... hehe! even if u didn't expect me 2 write anything u can't drop a fresh, juicy steak of an idea like this and expect me not 2 salivate and tear it 2 shreds via writing it out.

OMG also TYYYYYYY IM SOSO GLAD U LIKE MY WRITING YIPPEE!!!!!!!!! i hope this is up 2 ur standards anon

a/n: why does this exist? blame anon and my inner need 4 a bitchy boy 2 be humbled amen! also i feel like i've completed my tokyo debunker rite of passage... ive finally written leo angst... nirvana at last.

summary: leo gets fuckin pavloved LMAO! considered calling this "ecstasy" or something bc of the pill line but ohh my god "pavlov's ghoul" hit too hard i fear.

cw: this isn't dark imo but be warned as this is just a little bit crazy, the most insane kind of yearning ive ever written maybe. implied sexual encounters, multiple sexual innuendos, and some odd behavior. MINORS DNI AS PER USUALLLLLL!

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Sho's kind, reasonably so. Leo knows this. Sho also has an infinite store of deeply repressed anger. Leo also knows this. It's the reason he's in Vagastrom, after all. A deep, roiling anger that seems to eat at him if he doesn't have an appropriate outlet to balance his mood. That's why he's such a good cook, why he's so good at fighting, why he's got an excellent sense of balance and rides his bike smoother than anyone else he knew. He's using these things as outlets for his anger. It's not Leo's fault that the occasional outing to trick and deceive another sexually repressed rich old man for money is something else Sho seems to derive stress relief from. And it's not Leo's fault that Sho continues to stick around with him after those jobs are done. It's never been a problem for either of them, as far as he can tell. At least, there were no problems until Little Miss Inspector showed up.

Suddenly, Sho didn't want to lie anymore. Suddenly, Sho wanted to go as far as to address you with the proper honorifics, ask for your help with setting up his food truck, and even generally spend time with you outside of that. And for what? Some trembling, scared, pathetic girl that knew nothing of the world of anomalies prior to her curse? Some girl doomed to "die" in less than one year, no less? He couldn't understand the kindness Sho showed you. It made no sense, nor any difference. You'd be dead soon, so what did it matter?

It's got to the point where he's begun to randomly put you down with petty insults and biting remarks. They usually consist of things like "Oh my god, even preschoolers know Anomalous Biological Basics! Come on Inspector, is your head screwed on right? Not even the Captain is this stupid." or "You remember your ability is useless when we need it, right? You'd be nothing more than a burden on missions if you can't even control this power. " or even "God, you're such a basic loser. Can't you find something else to do with your free time instead hang around Sho like a lovesick puppy? You're starting to look like that dog that's always around Kagami." and worse insults. He gets the occasional sidelong disapproving glance from Alan or even a slight furrowed brow from Sho, but it didn't matter to Leo. So long as he could slowly plant seeds of doubt in his fellow ghouls and put you down to satisfy his ego, even an odd look was negligible.

He couldn't even stand looking at you. The uniform they'd chosen for you was awful, didn't even highlight your curves. He hated the way you styled your hair, and always thought he could totally do it better. The way you seemed so relaxed around other ghouls pissed him off, why couldn't he be good company? He found you repulsive, unable to resist glaring at you from the corner of his eye whenever he could. He had to get rid of you somehow. He would never admit to feeling threatened by you; instead choosing to focus all that energy into believing you were simply throwing a wrench into his plans to live an easy, get-away-with-anything university life.

It's all come to a head today. Leo thinks he's had enough of seeing you at the food truck after hours, chatting it up with Sho. It's like he can't even catch this guy alone anymore. Before he knows it, he's made a beeline for the truck. His brand new shoes scuff on the brick path in his rush, and eventually begin to stain green on the grass, his brisk stride tearing through the verdant lawn. He tries not to let his anger show on his face, but it's evident in his posture and pace. He forcefully sidles himself into the conversation, leaning on the service counter next to you, not even waiting for you to finish speaking before he pipes up. "Wow, here again, huh? And here I thought a basic bitch like you would know her place! That mouth of yours must be good for something if he keeps a chatterbox like you around."

The chill settles into the air almost immediately despite his candid tone and relaxed, smug smile. He's so focused on your reaction that he hardly notices the look Sho gives him, twisted with displeasure and confusion. He watches as you visibly falter, your lopsided smile fading into a barely-there frown. He stares, unrepentant, laughing internally. This was the reaction he wanted.

He turns towards Sho and raises an eyebrow at his look. "What? She can take it." Sho's expression visibly wavers, and Leo fully expects him to back down, as he usually does. But instead, Sho turns to you and his face grows pale. Leo rolls his eyes, assuming Sho is totally overreacting, and turns to you. He stiffens at your visible tears. Okay, totally not what he expected, but come on. This was the insult that made you cry?

Leo notices Sho is at your side in record speed, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, and gently drawing your hunched form away, giving Leo a harsh look. Leo simply scoffs. As far as he was concerned, your reaction was pathetic. It wasn't going to stop him from having any fun.

This. Under no circumstances should this hurt. At all.

Leo had noticed you'd been avoiding him. You would slink away if he so much as entered the same room as you. You wouldn't look him in the eyes if he approached, keeping your expression impassive. Sometimes you'd just outright ignore him. It was beginning to become a bit of a nuisance. He couldn't properly mock you if you weren't there to witness it happening, or didn't give him the reaction he wanted. It was odd. When he faced these feelings head-on, it almost felt like he wanted your attention somehow, even if he didn't quite want it to feel like that. A nagging feeling told him that maybe he went too far with his latest insult. He didn't want to admit that, but something told him he did. It was in the way both you and Sho acted around him.

Sho was missing a lot of Leo's calls lately, sometimes not even bothering to call back. Leo partially understood, what with the food truck business booming and all, but he didn't appreciate being made to wait for his own best friend who's usually at his beck and call. Not to mention the flat, terse responses he would get from Sho more often than not nowadays. Leo knew Sho was miffed with him from last week's incident, but as far as Leo was concerned, things still ended in his favor. He hadn't seen you around Sho much anymore, which means he could go back to how things were. No more pesky little honor student to reign upon his days any longer! Sure, there was the biting underlying feeling that maybe he'd screwed things up, but one ride on the back of Sho's motorcycle, going wherever Leo wanted as per usual, and he was living the dream again. No way everything would change over a silly, insignificant insult.

For a short while, he begins to get bolder, openly mocking you when he does come across you. His originally surface-level remarks become rather personal, even using your eventual death as a way to tease you. From "You know, I'm surprised you haven't done anything to change up that unflattering look, considering you're dying soon. Ever considered dressing up a little? You might get some attention before you die." to "Hey, Little Miss Inspector! With the number of men you talk to around campus, I'm surprised nobody's written you off as a whore yet!", and worse, of course. He continues to get no such reaction out of you, and it frustrates him to no end. Why couldn't you just frown? Shrink away? Or even retort something just as scathing back to him? Your lack of entertainment towards his endless ridicule reduced his motivation, and slowly, it ended up dying off. Soon, he left you alone altogether, not talking to you unless necessary, mimicking your actions. In a way, some part of him hopes maybe this will be what gets your attention. Even if he can't quite admit to himself that your attention, regardless of whether it's positive or negative, is what he wants.

It's late, but Vagastrom students don't go to bed until far later. And Leo needs a favor.

His crushing lack of success in garnering any sort of attention or reaction or rise from you had driven him to a point. He didn't want to apologize to you or anything, but this new habit of you ignoring him was beginning to stoke his displeasure. In his pondering, he remembered how easily Sho captured your gaze and wondered if maybe he'd have any idea of what Leo could do to at least put an end to this stalemate.

Leo's reluctance shows in the way he drags his feet on the path to Sho's room, less than eager to confront him for his opinion on something so shamelessly trivial. Why was he wasting his time with this anyway? Surprisingly, the lack of a solid answer to that question did not stop his trek. A twinge in his chest told him he knew exactly why he was "wasting his time".

In the month it had been since he'd made you cry, the nagging feeling had only gotten harsher. His mind kept flickering back to the shock of your tears and how he'd not bothered to consider it much further. An uncomfortable guilt had made itself known starting then. He never really expected you to cry; he just wanted a mild reaction. He wanted your eyes on him, flashing with anger, just for a moment. Your ire was a saccharine pill laced with ecstasy that he'd gladly crush with his teeth to speed up his high. Maybe it'd be too much to say he got off on it, but he enjoyed the way you used to roll your eyes at any comments from him a little more than he cared to admit. Now, he wouldn't even get that. It'd be rare for you to so much as make fleeting eye contact with him, not that something as small as that would be enough for Leo. Part of him was willing to accept that maybe, he'd gone too far. Maybe. But how else was he supposed to monopolize your attention when you give that out so freely? To his best friend, even?

He didn't know it was possible to covet something so terribly. He found himself wondering why he couldn't catch your attention in the same way as the other ghouls? In his quest for the same attention you gave so freely to the kinder, softer ghouls, he found another version of your attention. It was negative, but it was attention nonetheless. Your sweet, honeyed rage seemed to fill his cravings and then some, so he continued to devour it under the guise of "chasing you away" or "putting you down" or "satisfying his ego". In truth, for whatever reason, there was a rather bothersome and persistent envious longing, a covet, for your attention. Leo wants to vomit. A part of him denies it still, pushing his needless feelings to the back of his brain. He had something to do, and he ought to focus on that. What good would mere wallowing do?

He makes it to Sho's room and almost considers turning back. He stares at the door, his expression morphing into a complicated look. He shifted his feet, his slippers sliding against the floor. It was quite clear he really did not want to do this. At all. He sighs and grumbles indignantly, putting his head in his hands in an attempt to gather some courage. This couldn't be that hard, right? Just in, ask Sho a question, get an answer, then out. The only reason this was easier said than done was just because it could potentially show Leo was capable of feeling remorse, which would make this conversation leagues harder than it needed to be. He shakes his head and straightens up, preparing to knock, when he notices something.

Sho's room was... unusually quiet. Usually, Leo almost always heard some loud music or a cooking show running in the background, but he couldn't hear anything this time. Sho couldn't possibly be asleep. As late as it was, the only person who Leo knew for a fact could stay up past him was Sho, regardless of how much sleep he had gotten. There was no chance Sho was asleep. Believe it or not, Leo doesn't like to spy on Sho. But curiosity overwhelms him. What could he possibly be doing that would render the whole room in silence?

"Haxs," he whispers, listening closely.

The first thing he hears is the cling-clanging of Alan hard at work on a car in the garage. Not the sound he was meant to be focusing on. Then he hears endless jeering and loud insults shouted, though they're all muffled like they're underground. Another pit fight? Still, not the sound he's looking for. He sifts through the sounds he hears before he settles on the one coming directly from Sho's room.

Voices. Groaning, strained voices. The sound of wet skin against wet skin. Panting. Sho's panting, specifically. He could tell by the slight nasally tone of it.

Leo felt his face gradually warm. Christ, of course it'd be this he'd be up to. Leo muffles a laugh into the collar of his pajamas, keeping his hand clamped over his mouth as his body shook with mirth. When he finally calms down, he slinks off to the corner down the hall, and hides himself there, shamelessly still listening to it. Sho's a sly dog. Leo certainly didn't expect him to be getting up to anything this soon. He leans his body against the wall, crossing his arms and drumming his fingers on his arm, waiting for Sho to finish. He smirks to himself, as though enjoying the vocal show.

...

He had to admit, whoever he was with had gorgeous moans. He'd have to ask Sho if he'd be willing to pass this girl's number. He could use a couple things to get his mind off of you.

...

Okay, he had to stop listening to this now. He lifts his stigma and holds his hands over his ears for good measure, partially trying to hide the furious red blush across his face. As pretty as that girl's moans were, he was not going to listen to his best friend's climax. No thanks. He huffs out an impatient breath as his cheeks cool down, leaning his back against the wall, leaning his head back until it hit the wall with a dull thump. Now he just had to wait it out. He knew damn well Sho would never let a girl stay over. He'd never hear the end of it from yours truly, Leo.

Leo's right. It isn't long before he hears the door to Sho's room click, and hears murmured voices travel down the hall. He smirks, rushing down the hall in the opposite way, so it doesn't look like he was listening the whole time. He listens, waiting for a cue of some sort.

"Shame you have to go, you know." Sho's voice. Laced with relief, pleasure, and a thick tiredness. Leo's skin crawled. He could practically feel the smile in Sho's voice.

"It's not so bad." The girl responded with a light and playful tone, her voice seemingly much more put together than Sho's despite all that moaning. The voice sounded oddly familiar, but Leo brushed it off. Must be someone he shares classes with. "I've got things to do anyway. But it was nice to spend some time with you, Sho." Eagh. Leo internally hopes this girl isn't the type to get easily attached.

"...Yeah. Same to you. Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

Finally, he heard the girl's footsteps trailing down the hall, heading in his direction. Leo hurriedly pulls his phone out of his pocket, making sure the screen was bright as he flipped through the latest trends. He made a point of not looking up until he heard the footsteps nearing him.

He looks up, prepared for a simple glance, but ends up being rooted to the spot.

It was you. Of course, it was you. Who else would be taunting enough?

Despite himself, his gaze remains glued to you, his head turning as you walk past him. For a moment, Leo thinks you're just going to ignore him again. Then, suddenly, your gaze meets his in a flash, and he stiffens, almost out of fear. The way your eyebrows crease and the way your lips twitch downward almost makes him salivate. You were clearly displeased to see him. Even so, he notices you don't slow down, continuing your way down the hall, not bothering to crane your neck to look at him.

Leo remains rooted to the spot, watching your figure as you leave. His jaw hangs open slightly, his chest heaving with shocked breaths. His eyes are wide open, pools of gold reflecting your retreating form. His hand trembles as he holds his phone, the latest trends left neglected in the wake of a single mean-spirited glance from you. He feels his heart pound mercilessly in his chest, as though confirming what he'd tried so desperately to deny.

All at once, anger and arousal seem to grip him simultaneously. Anger at himself for feeling arousal from a mere negative glance from you. He couldn't possibly have craved your attention so viscerally he'd happily accept mere scraps. And yet here he was, a lap dog, watching you as you leave as though silently begging for another glance, another chance to watch your eyes burn with that familiar, delicious anger, another meal to satisfy his starved heart.

For a moment, he would have gladly followed you, and pestered you to death, just to irk you and become a willing victim of your wrath. Anything... just for that attention.

a/n: wow. no stop why am i kind of in shock at the poetic lines i kinda think i did a great job! but 4 whatever reason it's always the writing i think was total shit that does actual numbers *sob*

aghhhh in any case. no i don't have an excuse 4 this. my requests are still technically closed. i just... couldn't help myself... so consider this a freebie. regardless though if u like my writing feel free 2 fill the fuck out of my inbox idnc i love hearing from y'all.

also TUMBLR KEEPS TURNING OFF MY REBLOGS!!!! GRAH!!!!!! tumblr hates me y'all they keep catching on2 me 4 writing porn :( so please if u really wanna show appreciation and tumblr won't let u reblog, leave a comment! those make me happy :)

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EDIT: I FORGOTTT QUICK EXPLAINATION: im assuming everyone knows pavlov's dog and the whole classical conditioning theory. this story is basically that mixed with the mere-exposure effect.

neutral stimulus: mc's presence

natural response: leo's arousal/excitement

response-producing stimulus: mc's anger

mere-exposure effect: psychological effect in which a like or dislike of things is developed merely due 2 familiarity.

[apclyptc]

GOOD MORNING— chris sturniolo x reader

synopsis— you wake up with a sleepy chris. he’s wide awake when he sees you, though.

warnings— smutty smutty smut, making out, riding, unprotected sex (don’t worry ur on the pill…). enjoy!

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you open your eyes to the familiar sight of chris’ room. ever since you began your relationship, you found yourself spending most of your time there, and that was mostly due to the fact that chris wanted to spend all his time with you– and his family of course.

for someone who never wanted a relationship, he sure was clingy once he started dating you.

you and chris had been dating for four months, though you had known each other much longer than that.

you slowly blinked your eyes to get used to the soft light filtering through the blinds in your boyfriend’s room. checking your phone, it read 8:42am.

quite early for you, and for chris as well, who was lightly snoring next to you.

you took a moment to look at his face. he was so peaceful when he was asleep, much opposite to his usual energetic self.

you placed a kiss on his forehead, and he stirred slightly as he opened his eyes hesitantly. he was a light sleeper when you were with him.

“mm, what time is it?” chris spoke groggily, his morning voice low and raspy.

“it’s almost nine.” you answered simply, stretching a little while chris placed a hand on the small of your back. he pulled you in closer, his head finding purchase in the crook of your neck.

“‘s too early, baby.”

you sighed into him, getting comfortable, knowing he wasn’t a morning person.

“i know. you wanna go back to sleep?” you asked him, softly playing with his hair.

“mmm. i’m awake. if i sleep now i won’t wake up until after lunch.” he replied, yawning for most of it.

you hummed contently.

then, you felt something.

with his dick pressed against you, you could feel it poking your stomach.

“well, something’s definitely awake.” you joked, pulling him away from your shoulder to see him lazily smirking at you.

“not my fault my girlfriend is so pretty in the morning.” he brought his face in closer to yours, closing the gap with a soft kiss.

you returned the action, kissing him back.

“you gonna help me out since you woke me up? or should i do it myself?” chris spoke, taking your hand and placing it over his crotch.

you took his words as an invitation, lifting yourself into him.

you continued the kiss, making out with him slowly while you grinded on him at a tortuous pace.

he moaned quietly into your mouth, using his hands that were stationed at your waist to press you down onto his hardening dick.

taking control, chris pushed his tongue over yours, winning the unspoken battle between his and yours.

you could feel yourself growing more desperate by the second, so you reached your hand under his shorts. you pulled out his fully hard dick and spread the precum dripping out over his tip.

chris sighed shakily. you always knew exactly what to do to make his whole body feel weak.

you dragged your hand up and down, watching his eyes shut and his head fall back in pleasure.

“baby, need to feel you.” he groaned, his hand squeezing your thigh.

you pulled the shirt you were wearing— his shirt, of course— over your head and dumped it behind you.

immediately chris’ eyes were drawn to your tits, and his other hand reaching upwards to knead one in his hand.

“these pretty tits, and they’re all mine.” he watched you align yourself over his weeping cock.

you both sighed as you sank down, taking in every inch of him, until he was fully buried inside of you, causing you to moan.

“fuck…” chris groaned, waiting for you to move.

then, you lifted yourself slightly, before slamming back down. again, and again, and again until you reached a comfortable pace.

you panted heavily, feeling his dick pulsate inside of you.

“taking me so well, baby.” he praised you, both hands gripping your sides tightly as you rode him.

“can’t, keep, going.” you moaned between words, losing your stamina quickly from bouncing on his hard cock.

chris took it has his chance to thrust up into you, setting a faster pace.

“your pussy was made for me to fuck, huh?” he breathed as he fucked you from beneath you.

chris felt your hole throb around him, driving him crazy with every pulse.

“chris, ‘m gonna cum, baby.” your eyes rolled back in sheer bliss, his dick deliciously hitting your cervix.

“yeah? cum then,” chris felt his cock twitch, a telltale sign he was close too, “gonna cum with you.”

a few more thrusts and you were spasming over him, letting yourself orgasm as he continued.

your needy moans inside his ears pushed him to his release, filling you up with spurts of his load.

he let out a final moan, burying his dick impossibly further into you to allow his cum to coat your walls.

with a sigh, you collapsed on top of him.

“fuck.” you breathed, and he chuckled.

“i thought we just did?” he smirked despite the fact you couldn’t see him, but even so, you could hear it in his voice.

“shut up.”

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a/n: hope u enjoyed! now that this one is finished i can start answering requests! if you have any please leave them in my asks and i will get to them asap!

© APCYLPTC 2023. do not repost, translate, or duplicate any of my works here or any other websites.

[succysphere]

hi succynation happy valentines day from the year old huntlow valentines drawing that i finished two days late and proceeded to wait a year to post so that id be able to post it on valentines ❤️ i do NOT play about valentines day. it might be a holiday made up by capitalists to urge people to buy more chocolate and gifts to YOU but to me its about loving your friends, family, partner(s), pets and life itself and celebrating that with emotionally charged gifts. not my fault if ur not as gift giving pilled as i am 🙄🙄🙄 /s

[jeon-ify]

that night- j. yunho : pt. 3

a/n: heyyyy girl did you miss me 😋 i know i know. after i reread the first 2 parts of this fic, im starting to feel like its already going NOWHERE. but!! i hope this part makes up for all the weirdness in the first couple of parts.

this chapter is a little short

warnings: mentions of self harm, mentions of sex (if you squint), drug use, swearing, use of the word ‘pookie’ only once, reader starts to second guess if she’s at fault

enjoy!

🤍🪩☁️

you watch your phone ding twice after you wipe your tears, processing the fact that yunho just walked into your apartment for the first time ever. you felt like none of it was real, that it was simply a blur that he came to your home, cried to you, kissed your forehead and promised he’d change.

yunho often kept his promise, thus leaving a feeling of confusion on your heart. you decide to ignore what your heart is telling you to do, and instead, listening to your brain:

you trusted him once before, and he fucked it up. don’t do that to yourself again, y/n

no matter how hard you try to ignore the messages on your phone from yunho’s support buddy, you can’t. what could mingi want at this hour?

y/n: hi, whats up?

*seen just now*

mingi.?: can i call you? i wanna talk to u ab smth rq

mingi.?: i stole ur number from yun

y/n: sure.?

as you respond to mingi, you wait a few seconds before mingi’s called ID pops up on your phone. the last thing you need right now is to talk about yunho— and if he calls for just that, you’d rather hang up and sit in silence as you literally haven’t even recovered from that entire show that just took place not even an hour ago.

“hello?” he speaks.

“hey, m-ming…mingi?” you try to pronounce his name, thinking you forgot his name, but he’s quick to confirm that you’d pronounced it right.

“yeah you said it right. how are you, y/n? how’s everything going?” you think he’s only starting small talk just to get to the topic of yunho.

“i could be better but for now i’m okay. how are you, mingi? what makes you call me at this hour?”

“if i’m being honest, i was going to ask you how you and yunho were putting up since i know he just got home from your place. he looked pretty fucked up, y/n.” you feel like he’s guilt tripping you, but you also feel like he’s part of the reason you got to see yunho tonight.

“we didn’t really talk much, he explained what happened that night and i know he regrets it— well, i like to believe he regrets it. plus, i really don’t know why it took him so long to reach out to me through san. because if he really wanted to reach out to me, he wouldn’t just send me pathetic ass texts and not have san call me.”

you and mingi both know that yunho’s texts were not pathetic. they— in fact— made your heart sink, and got you to seeing yunho, even though you didn’t want to be reminded of him, those texts are the reason you still saw him.

“i talked to him a couple years ago and we found each other at our lowest. we met at rehab— he was very much into popping pills and inflicting pain onto himself so i decided to help him out since we were going through the same thing. he had no place to stay, he sold his apartment because he owed that fucker san drug money. i took him into my apartment and i helped him build his credit score and save up to get his own place. he ended up buying a house bigger than mine. no matter what he does, he’s never really happy. i’ve known yunho long enough to know that he is not himself. listen, y/n. i’m not trying guilt trip you, but yunho really did love you. a lot of us do things we shouldn’t but that’s not an excuse. people fuck up, and you don’t have to forgive him, but give him the room to change in a way that shows how much he regrets doing that to you. i’m not saying you need to forgive him now or anything, but let your logic do it’s thing. goodnight, y/n. call me if anything changes.”

mingi hangs up the phone, leaving your head empty and full at the same time. so much happened today, and the last thing you needed was mingi unpacking everything to you.

yunho never mentioned that in his texts. since the both of you were together, yunho was too scared to touch a drug— that being part of the reason he never got along with san.

your pink nail polish is laid out on the floor in crumbles as you’ve picked it all off your nails. you think twice or three times over about how yunho was so broken over what he did to you. he’s the victim in his own story.

you are broken, but you didn’t feel like you were allowed to be hurt— though you have every right to be.

while you and yunho were together, you often refused sex when you got back from work, claiming that you were ‘too tired’ or ‘too busy’ to pay yunho any attention. you can’t remember the last date you had with yunho.

your thoughts cloud your brain as you slowly start to feel like you’re part of the reason he’d cheated on you.

“we hadn’t had sex in like 4 months so i started to believe it.”

“they said you don’t deserve someone like me.”

“they said you can’t handle me”

you walk over to your kitchen, grabbing your lighter and heading back to your balcony. as the night sky hugs your home, you start to mentally prepare yourself for the next few months. you’ve cancelled every lash booking you had for the next week and a half, not being in the right headspace for anything.

you pick up your phone, calling wooyoung.

“it’s 3 in the morning go back to sleep.” he groans. you caught him at the wrong time, hearing a female voice in the back moaning and breathing heavy.

“can you come over? i need you here.” you light your cigarette, the smoke clouding the air in front of you.

“i’m on my way.”

in almost 7 minutes, your best friend is sitting right by you, throwing the cigarette off the balcony. he notices how your nose and eyes are puffy from crying, how your gaze is absent. he puts his lazy hand around your shoulders, pulling you to lean on his own.

“i’m guessing it didn’t go well?” he asks, his baggy flannel smells like comfort, making your eyes well up in tears, in appreciation for your best friend.

“i’m sorry, wooyoung. i keep crying to you. i’m just so overwhelmed and so much shit is unfolding tonight, i just wanna run away from everything bro.” you sniffle into his chest, his hand rubbing on the small of your back.

“hey, it’s okay. it’s okay to cry. talk to me when you’re ready. i’m here to listen, babes.” he rubs and shushes you, as you relax against his hands.

“we talked about what happened that night and how it happened. he said he just didn’t feel like i wanted him anymore and because we didn’t have sex in like 4 months he started to believe what sara and maya were saying.”

“what were they saying?”

“they were saying shit like i didn’t deserve someone like him and that i was stupid to believe i could have someone like him. then when he left he kissed my forehead and walked out and that just was the cherry on top.”

“shit, y/n. i’m sorry.” he stops rubbing your back as you sit up facing him. he brings his hand up to wipe your tears and fix your hair.

“what else, babe?”

“then like an hour after he left, mingi texted me and when i saw it he asked to call. then i said yeah and called me and he told me how yunho was coping when we split. he said he got into drugs and started doing self harm and shit, he sold his apartment cus he owed san money for drugs and he had to get into rehab for it all. he told me how yunho regrets everything but i don’t know, woo. what do i do?” you breathe. you don’t wanna keep crying, but it’s all you can do.

“how’d you feel after the talk with yunho?” he questions.

“i don’t know. i just feel like i wanna give him room to change cus i feel like he would. but then again, he cheated once and he literally said he wanted to leave but i was holding him back from doing what he wanted. i feel like a burden on him even when we’re not together anymore. and i don’t wanna have to go through that again.”

“first of all, you’re the victim. i don’t know why mingi is making it seem like you’re to blame. second of all, i’m not gonna tell you what you should do. all i will say, is that you need hella time to figure it out. listen to your brain, y/n. not your heart. your heart will tell you to do things impulsively, it’s why your brain is up here, and your heart is right under it. your brain will lead you to do the most logical thing and what’s best for you. ’ll support you, no matter what choice you make. but please make the right one.” he kisses your temple, bringing you back to lean on him again.

“woo,”

“yes, y/n.”

“i don’t know what the fuck i’d do if i lost you.”

“you interrupted the best fuck of my life, but i forgive you. don’t let it happen again.”

you laugh, following wooyoung’s giggle.

“i love you pookie”

“i love you, y/n. do you want me to stay the night?” he watches the stars twinkle and dance, taking in the feeling of his best friend in need, and him being the only person who could make you feel at ease— something he would never take for granted.

“please.”

wooyoung giggles lightly as the both of you stand up to head to bed, falling asleep much easier than the night before.

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hello!! wooyoung is so cute ☹️

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[lildreamycyclone]

can i request skaterlight recovery fluff? like kasper/infected got cured and lampert is helping them through recovery and the long lasting side effects? srry if this is too specific

Okayyy! I had fun with it <333

It takes time

(Skaterlight)

"Here is your melatonine, Kasper." Lampert gave Kasper one white pill and a cup of milk. It was a late evening, and Lampert came to help his boyfriend with the bedtime routine. "thx, br0…" Kasper mumbled, taking the pill. Despite his virus being cured, he still suffered side effects such as Leetspeak and troubles with sleep. The skater swallowed the pill and sipped the milk. He curled up, his knees close to his chest, yawning. Lampert tenderly stroke his brown messy hair and with a little hestitation, kissed his cheek. "You are very brave" he said, smiling softly. Kasper looked at him sheepishly. "l4mp3h… h0w l0ng d1z 5tuffz w1ll t4k3?…" he asked, tilting his head. Lampert letted out a tiny sigh. "Well, Dr. Retro said it takes some time… These symptoms are brief and will disappear after a while…" he answered. "We need to be patient, okay?" Kasper groaned. He was already tired of the virus, and he had enough of these stupid side effects. He pouted, his cheeks turning bright pink. He leaned onto Lampert, still curled up like a ball, making the lamp humanoid squeak with suprise and blush a little. Normally, he would panic, but since Kasper was almost cured, he did not mind physical contact that much. His plug-in tail swayed a bit, meaning he enjoyed snuggling with Kasper. The white kitten with golden eyes hopped onto the bed. It was Waffles, the cat Lampert gave to Kasper to deal with loss of Poptart. The brunette fell in love with Waffles at the first sight. The kitten started making biscuits on Kasper's tigh, demanding attention. He was very clingy, just like his owner. Kasper petted Waffles' head, feeling it's fuzzy white fur. The cat purred and laid on Kasper's lap, meowing. "h1z s0 c00t!…" Kasper giggled. Seeing his boyfriend happy made Lampert smile a little. He hugged Kasper, a bit awkwardly since he was still a germaphobe. He remembered the first meeting of Kasper and Waffles. The skater was sobbing, hugging the cat and whimpering "thank yous" to Lampert. This memory was truly heartwarming. Kasper held a star-shaped pillow and laid his head on Lampert's chest. He could hear his heartbeat and silent breathing, which relaxed him a lot. The lamp humanoid blushed and put his hand on Kasper's back. His plug-in tail wrapped around skater's waist. Suddenly, Kasper coughed. Lampert shivered, and then rubbed his boyfriend's back to calm him down. "It's okay, it's okay…" he said nervously. "s0rry…" Kasper muttered bashfully. "N-no! It's not your fault!" Lampert shook his lampshade head. Then he embraced Kasper even tigher. The skater chuckled and hugged him back. Lampert kissed his forehead, making him grin. "ur s0 c00t, l4mp3h!" Kasper giggled, and then he yawned. He rubbed his eye, feeling the melatonine kicking in. "Aww… You feel sleepy now, right?" Lampert sighed. Kasper nodded, and cuddled his boyfriend a bit, nuzzling onto the crook of his neck. Lampert gasped softly and blushed, and then hugged Kasper back. "I can sleep with you tonight, if you want…" he suggested. The brunette laid his head on Lampert's chest and closed his eyes. It meant "yes". The lamp humanoid laid down very slowly, to not wake Kasper up, then covered them both in a blanket. He wrapped it around the skater like a cocoon. Kasper's face stook out, with pink cheeks and fuzzy hair, which looked adorable. Waffles curled up on Kasper's stomach, falling asleep too. Lampert smiled and kissed Kasper's nose. The comfy pillow and the warmth of Kasper's body made Lampert sleepy too. He almost forgot how much he loved sleepy cuddles with Kasper prior to the virus. He sighed quietly, and closed his eyes. He really hoped that very soon, everytjing will go back to normal. That Kasper will fullly recover. But now, cuddling with his boyfriend was enough to make Lampert happy. He smiled, before falling into deep sleep. "Goodnight."

skaterlight my beloved

[ominoose]

Man... this is ur fault.

Club Blue and Orderly Blue fucking you at the same time after they have a little fight about who you prefer then came up with the idea of letting you choose after they are done with "convincing" you. BUT each time you pick one of them, the other pulls you closer to them and starts fucking you harder than before, trying to get you to "change your mind". If you do, again, pulled over and fucked shitless. This goes on back and forth until you turn into a mess.

THIS IS WHAT YOU DID TO ME

Club Blue jerks you over by the hair, pulling you into his lap and fucking into you while your knees buckle.

"The fuck- She hadn't finished yet asshole!" Orderly Blue snarls at his brother, reaching to pull you back only for the elder man to pick you up and rest you on his hips, hands clasped under your jiggling ass.

"Nuh uh, she wasn't gonna cum on your sad little cock anyway. No, she needs a real man, don't you doll?" Club Blues smiling down at you, although it doesn't reach his eyes.

You'd been passed, or rather pulled, back and forth between the two men for nearly an hour now as they bickered over who owned you, who could make you come. One would mark you and the other would give you two more. One would make you cum and the other would growl and try to cover you in their spunk instead.

It was an endless, overstimulating mess. And yet you still wouldn't answer their one question.

Orderly Blue manages to grip your hips and tug you into his lap, bending you over a table and plowing into you as Club Blue jerked his hot length right in front of your face.

"Come on slut, say it, I'm your favourite. I always give you your favourite pills, always taking care of your wet pussy while that cuck is away fawning over his little whores."

As Club Blue snarked back, bickering with the younger man, you stay silent save for the moans and whines pounded out of you. After all, why answer and put an end to being their personal, shared fleshlight?

[beehiveofblorbos]

Re: the post talking about Percy being blamed for a lot of things not his fault and your additions to it: I think I can actually even defend the Hylla and Reyna thing, if you’re alright with me sharing my thoughts about it like this!

So I understand that Circe’s island was the sisters’ safe place after the ordeal with their father, but unfortunately in the PJO verse I just don’t think it was a good one. Circe is very shady at best, and what she planned on doing to Percy was really screwed when you think about it in depth, especially when you consider that Percy and Annabeth (both just kids) had just survived a shipwreck and though they’d lost Tyson. And the fact she said and did so much spiteful stuff despite not even knowing him! Like I’m sorry but no.

(Ik there are other characterizations of Circe and I actually like her in certain other adaptations, but I would get incredibly derailed talking about that here so I’ll just be talking PJO canon exclusively 😅)

Contrary to what might be popular belief, she was definitely preying on the girls too. She was only nice to Annabeth when she thought to make her a servant. Once Annabeth was no longer on board with her schemes she was quick to turn on her and planned on turning her into a rodent too. And later on in Mark of Athena, I remember Chrysaor mentions having made a deal with her to deliver the girls from the Argo II because she needed more servants. Doesn’t make it sound like they’d be there willingly.

So Hylla and Reyna are angry with Percy and Annabeth for??? Escaping??? Screw Percy for not wanting to be a guinea pig? Screw Annabeth for not wanting to be Circe’s servant???

To your point that maybe more caution could have been used: like you also said, it was a rush situation, they had to escape from Circe and if I’m remembering right Annabeth actually couldn’t tell which of the hamsters was Percy which is why she had to throw all the pills so that he could get to them. They just didn’t have time for her to carefully pick him out from the bunch and feed the vitamins only to him.

Anyway this is just my two cents! I hope this analysis is alright! Actually though this whole scene in Sea of Monsters always made me very uncomfortable to the point where if/when they adapt it for Season 2 of the PJO show I think I’ll actually skip it altogether 😬

hi anon! yes that’s totally fine, I’d love to hear ur thoughts on Hylla and Reyna!

yes! I think I originally came away from SoM thinking that the girls on Circe’s island were bewitched since that’s what happened to Annabeth, but Reyna and Hylla display a startling level of clarity about their situation that does make them somewhat at fault for the continued suffering of any innocent heroes Circe had trapped

I mean I do like Circe even in PJO canon she’s not a good character but she’s cool, she’s got her part of the sea that she runs by her rules, I can respect that

Wow I totally forgot about all of that that she did to Annabeth… Ty for reminder yeah she def needed to go down

Ahh yeah your point makes sense. Essentially, even if Reyna + Hylla not somewhat complicit it’s at the very least not totally unexpected that victims of your morally bankrupt seaside resort would kill it with fire. Which resolves whatever moral dilemma remains w Annabeth loosing all the rodents; she was in a time pressured situation that they caused

yes, this was a very cool read, thank you for bringing back up all of those specific details and contextualizing everything!! so much goes on in PJO 🫠 I hope for your sake they cut as much as possible. always a chance it’ll turn out diff anyway since the show is on a different track than the books

[iguessillcave]

hi i made this account to be indulgent.

"why cant you just make a sideblog" "why make an entirely new an empty account and potentially make people think ur a scammer" listen im impulsive its not my fault. blame the brain chemicals.

so i use they/them and im figuring the rest out. estrogen pill enjoyer (6-ish months)

[sannylity]

I really like the infidelity AU you made up for Slimeriana >:D any more thoughts about it? I was thinking about it, and had the idea of Charlie wearing the promise ring from a chain around his neck. Maybe when they are exchanging heavy breaths, his necklace comes out from below his shirt. Mariana blinks at it, and Slime's face flushes, turning away. He gets a small tap on the shoulder- and in the Mexican man's hand is a matching chain, with a very familiar promise ring.

Maybe it was secretly some arranged marriage thing and Foolish was oblivious? Maybe he was cheating on Mariana with Vegetta? Who fucking knows!

But yeah I'd like to hear ur opinions on my silly ideas for this au and any more ideas you hav efor this au :D

Ohh! That’s a cool idea! :D just having their promise rings in chains jdsjjs

I would feel like if we’re going down the toxic couple route, Mariana being engaged would be genuine but once Charlie returned, his feelings for him came rushing back and it’s a moral dilemma of him cheating on his fiancé and having secret affairs with his previous lover.

But a secret arranged marriage is also a good idea, it adds a layer of their secret affair being no one else’s fault too. Because Charlie was threatened to cut ties and Mariana was promised to another man.

Either way, both ideas are promising :D

From my version, Mariana has anger and resentment at Charlie for cutting ties with him, so even if Mariana said he could wait forever, he doesn’t know how true it was whenever another year kept getting added with no contact with Charlie. So, when he met Foolish, he took the chance because he lost hope that Charlie would return.

But then he does, and it complicates a lot of things. Progress is lost of Mariana claiming he has moved on and feelings return much stronger than before. So, you can imagine how much he struggled to keep Charlie at an arm’s length. Especially when Charlie was being flirty and touchy and affectionate with him.

Mariana can only take so much until his patience snaps and he allows for things to happen. Allows getting undressed, allows unfamiliar but familiar hands on his body, and allows himself to drown in guilt and regret as soon as he woke up with Charlie asleep next to him.

Yet, he keeps coming back.

They play this off for months. Charlie thought he was making progress with Mariana, he convinced himself that things will be back to how things were.

But then again, Mariana still proudly introduces Foolish as his fiancé, they’re the couple that could hold hands and kiss in front of their friends and family. And Charlie is just a dirty little secret, kept in the dark with whispered confessions and promises of love.

Charlie thought he’d be content having this arrangement. He thought he’d be satisfied having Mariana on the weekends, in the backseat of his car, in a dirty nightclub bathroom, on his bedsheets.

In the end, Charlie wants all of him. And Mariana can’t give it to him, so the fighting starts.

They never fought. At least never this intensely. They didn’t think they were capable of exchanging poisonous insults and punching walls and yelling until concerned neighbors had to intervene.

Their relationship becomes so messy like this. They don’t even know where love and hate ends and begins. The lines are so blurry between bruising kisses and nail scratches on skins and punishing push and pulls. It’s like, they’re incapable of separating no matter how much they claim that they hate each other.

Eventually, Foolish finds out. And Mariana is on a crossroads to make a decision.

From this point, it could go either way. I’m giving the blue or red pill option :))) Does Mariana choose Foolish because he realizes that Charlie is his past and he should let go? Or does he choose Charlie because he doesn’t want to move on either and they could take the leap on a second chance?

[having-conniptions]

KinnPorsche ep 12 Rewatch Rambles:

Omg the finale is getting closer aaaaa

Awwww noooooooo Chayyyyyyyyy 😭

Jealous Porsche lmao

Sassy Pete gives me life

And more t-shirt Vegas aaaaa

Pete: "this book says you're sensitive" Vegas: "you callin' me a pussy?"

"You need love" honey he needs therapy

The talk between Porsche and Kinn hurts so good with the breakup song playing in the background 😭

Porsche giving Kinn the cold shoulder and keeping him at a distance in order to protect his heart and Kinn apologizing over and over with tears in his eyes and his hands hovering, fighting the urge to touch Porsche because he respects his boundaries, promising to help him find all the answers, only leaning in for the hug when Porsche relaxes,,,, I'm fine

Korn telling Porsche and Kinn about the "car crash" but actually still lying to their faces makes me want to slap him round the head

So much conveyed in the way Kinn removes his hand from Porsche's back

Not Vegas literally telling Pete there's no guards

And leaving the key

Hedgehog funeral my beloved

The way Vegas gets up and waits for Pete to get up too and then Pete follows him back to the house I can't

"My life is pathetic, isn't it?" Do you want an honest answer? Vegas honey I love you but you're telling your captive about your childhood pets and daddy issues and you've been sniffling for a while now so I guess you qualify as a wet rag

Vegas hitting himself and Pete's panicked reaction I'm gonna smash my head through the screen

Vegas went from pathetic to horny so quickly

Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

PETE CLOSING HIS EYES AND WAITING FOR VEGAS TO KISS HIM

Vegas' little grin after the first kiss aaaa

PETE HANDING VEGAS THE ROPE

HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhh

The soft kisses, Pete's smile, aaaaaaaa

"I don't need to know everything, right?" Not sure if he's being genuine or trying to be sassy but he better not forget that Porsche has NO clue about him and Kim

Another bread ad lol

Back to back with the double date that's actually just an ad for instant noodles

Tay my belovedddddddd

Porsche's little t-rex hands????? Baby

Fuck off Korn

Thank GAWD Porsche didn't go through with it

"I'm Porsche. I'm the one you love. And I'm the one that loves you." 😭❤️😭❤️😭❤️

Kim finding out Chay didn't go to the entrance exam BITCH U KNOW IT'S UR FAULT

Kim did save Chay from taking some unknown pill but still Chay is kinda right

More dramaaaaaaaa

Why is Kinn taking so long to pee tho