#men suck /j

[randomsunny-fan]

I FUCKING FORGOT THAT TRANS VISIBILITY DAY IS TOMORROW WHAT THE FUCK

[luminique]

We talk about lighter cuddles but what about lighter hugs

he looks to be about billy’s height 6’2 so when he hugs you he puts his head/chin on top of yours 🥺

i was inspired by my classmates. they are very close as homies but it sorta sparked a thought in me.

lucy had sent out lighter for another errand and while waiting for him, you end up spending time with burnice at the bar. without realizing, a tall figure had appeared behind you but you were too busy enjoying the songs that burnice had put on to notice.

his hands find your waist, poking you gently and perhaps tried to tickle you before placing his head on top of yours. his hands then move around to give a proper back hug. he doesn’t feel as embarrassed because you’re not looking directly at him but you can tell from the way he’s hugging you, he really missed you.

burnice had already placed lighter’s usual drink on the counter but he just doesn’t budge. just soft mumblings as you’re asking him how his day went.

i just think he loves sneaking from behind with back hugs. to him, it’s a little less embarrassing for him (JUST EMBRACE IT AT THIS POINT LIGHTERRR), and he eliminates any sort of surprise FOR HIM. i think he enjoys being fully aware and he likes your reactions each time. the way you say his name every time just has him MELTING.

also the height difference has him weak. he can look over you or you’d tilt your head up to look at him and he’s just stuttering from looking at you from this angle. little tangent but getting ready in the morning with him and he places his head on yours while both of you are brushing your teeth SORRY I GOT A LITTLE DOMESTIC THERE

[bloodyvenomboy]

UH oh, new asshole alert He prefers to go by Lens, and disagrees with the title of 'serial killer' thats been giving to him. Dying just happens to be the sad real end to alot of his,,,'projects'. Some of them just arent cut out for it. Or they get broken beyond repair, or, just simply get to boring. But thats rare. Hes very good at his job He doesnt have a type, he doesnt have a set of motivations, his only real calling card is the way he playfully mocks the people trying to find him and the people related to whatever victim he has, with polaroids and nice little vhs tapes of his work. Which honestly, he views as a little treat. So few get to peek at the work he does, the art he creates.

God forbid he finds you entertaining enough to become a muse

[noctnis]

there was smth so funny to me abt !fit and his general voluntary cluelessness to everything happening around him

[nukacourier]

remembers that I made James into twinks because imo it helps flesh him out in the way his attraction to them stems from being able to feel more confident about his masculinity as a trans guy but I myself do NOT find twinks attractive so I cringe to myself every time I have to write about him finding twinks hot

[dnangelic]

goodby e

[kcyars52]

not until drake gets lipo. gotta get himself ready for that tiny tim dck

Deadass since yall love to suck his dick sm about how he didn’t shoot Megan. Um yes tf he did, why you think he in the big house!!?

[kdsburneraccount]

official nfl account posting the entire video of sbli is this punishment for writing falcons yaoi or something

[cactus-cactus-cactus]

Liking a good musical is all well and good, but liking a BAD musical? Ohoho. I'm in hell.

[mrbingley]

because i will only have this job i'm currently training for for only a year at most (possibly a couple months longer) and because, unfortunately, it's an oddly highly gendered job (like, weirdly so; as in, traditional gender roles are very much imposed on staff and on the guests, for, like, "chivalrous" polite reasons b/c it's supposed to be a fancy restaurant) and everyone immediately assumes and calls me she/her and i don't feel comfortable correcting anyone, i'm thinking about leaning into this alter ego and flat out saying to coworkers "from here on out, any personal question you ever ask me, or any attempt at getting to know me will be met with exuberant lies with some truth to them and you may try to discern what is which and how much, good luck" for my own fun and sanity.

[agendersebastian]

hits every single tpc character with my queer beam

[shawtuzi]

thinking about suguru and satoru eating your pussy at the same time heje

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 imagine them both between your thighs, staring hungrily at your dripping pussy before gojo breaks the ice and thumbs at your already sensitive clit

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 imagine geto soothing your little trembles by gently stroking your thigh, maybe even giving it a few kisses of encouragement <//3

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 imagine both of the men using one strong hand to push your plush thighs open, exposing yourself even more to them. if you dared try to shut your thighs even a tad they’d be pushed right back open, along with a quick slap the soft skin curtesy of geto

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 imagine the two friends bickering for a moment before geto finally caves and lets gojo have the first taste

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 imagine gojo wasting no time spitting on your clit before wrapping his lips around it, tongue immediately caressing your sensitive nub. he couldn’t decide between roughly sucking on the poor thing or moving his tongue side to side sooo he settles on both! he hollowed his cheeks, holding your clit in place while his tongue continued moving with vigor

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 imagine geto sucking on the soft skin of your thighs while his hand finds purchase on your bare breast, squeezing roughly every once in a while to keep you on your toes

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 imagine geto slowly kissing his way towards your center before nudging gojo’s head with his own, giving the man a cheeky smile

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 imagine both men looking up at you before—

“a-ah!!! oh my-” your back suddenly arched off the bed as you felt not one, but two hot tongues on your clit. one slowly moving up and down, like they were trying to savor the taste of your essence—not too hard or too fast….just sensual. the other tongue on the other hand settled on quick, harsh licks sooo basically the exact opposite.

“s’good right ?” gojo slurred into your pussy, now sloppily kissing his way down to your dripping hole. geto took this as an opportunity to cup your entire clit in his mouth, while his tongue drew soft circles around the nub. geto hummed around your clit, spit dribbling from his lips from the sloppy kisses he was giving your weeping pussy.

all it took was gojo shoving his tongue in your pussy for your back to arch slightly off the bed as you came with a loud, pathetic whine. gojo moaned just as loud when he felt your cum began to coat his tongue in little waves.

geto pulled away from your clit with an obnoxious pop! dark eyes admiring at the mess your pussy has already become. “lemme get a taste,” he mumbled, leaning his head down to lick a slow strip up your pussy. but one lick was not enough! and it wasn’t long before gojo got a little jealous and smacked geto on the back of his head, a small grunt leaving him.

“‘fuck was that for?” geto hissed, but gojo didn’t even bother glancing at him, his attention focused solely on your soaked center. his long fingers ran slowly up and down your petal soft slit, occasionally applying light pressure to your clit. without warning he plunged two fingers in with a lewd squelching sound following, “we’re supposed to be sharing don’t be so greedy, now let’s make her cum again.”

“j-just be gentle m’still a little— hah! sensitiveeee,” your request fell on deaf ears as both mens tongues were on your clit once again. they went from synchronized licks, to each giving your clit an open mouth kiss, to taking turns slapping your pussy.

you tried to keep your eyes on them but you could only handle so much before you head fell back against your bed, eyes rolling into the back of your head. “m’gonna put my fingers in sweet thing,” geto mumbled into your thigh, giving it a sweet kiss before plunging two fingers inside you. getos fingers began doing a scissoring motion, and to help you avoid the stinging stretch gojo sucked your throbbing clit in his mouth.

“i’m gonna cu-cum againnn, you’re gonna make me—” your body tensed as another orgasm washed over you, a much pleasing sight for the two men before you. “fuck she’s squeezing me real fucking tight, ease up yeah? gonna make it real hard for gojo to put his in too,” geto growled, curling his fingers in the most delicious way possible.

you whined something along the lines of ‘i’m tryinggg’ and gojo could’ve just ate you up the way you were being so cute. “hehe she’s so cute the way she’s trying to keep it together, just let go baby we’re right here to catch you,” gojo giggled menacingly, his two fingers slowly prodding at your entrance.

“don’t forget to go slow, don’t wanna hurt the poor thing now,” geto patted your thigh before giving it a sharp swat.

it took a little time to get you used to the stretch of four fingers inside your tight little pussy, but you managed like the good girl you were for them. “oh my fuckin’…” your mouth dropped as both men began to move their fingers at a semi-fast synchronized pace, digits bumping against that special that had your toes curling.

geto eyed your lonely breast and brought his free hand up to tweak at your nipple, gojo following suit. there was so much going on and your poor little brain could only handle so much before you were spluttering out nonsense making the two men chuckle.

“look at how wet she is….dripping all over the fucking bed,” geto groaned, pushing his aching erection against the edge of your bed. anything to find a little relief he’s only human. “she’s squeezing so tight i think she’s gonna cum again!” gojo moved his hand from your nipple to your clit, rubbing tight little circles that had your thighs trembling.

you weren’t able to give them a verbal warning of intense orgasm, the only signal being being the clear stream of cum shooting from your pussy each time they pulled their fingers out. “catch some, but don’t swallow,” geto grunted, shoving gojos head down to catch some of your squirt in his already watering mouth.

once you were done they both slowly pulled their fingers out, a small whine leaving your lips from the emptiness. geto turned to gojo, his breathing uneven. “you know what to do,” he nodded his head towards you and gojo quickly understood, slowly crawling up the bed to where you laid, glazed eyes staring up the the ceiling with a fucked out smile on your face.

“open your mouth for him,” geto grunted squeezing the plushness of your thigh. you obliged and slowly opened your mouth, quickly met with the tart, tangy taste of your cum mixed in with a little of gojos spit. geto hummed happily giving your tummy a soft kiss, “that was fun, messy but fun nonetheless.”

the next twenty minutes were spent catering to your every need ofc. gojo having you between his legs, long arms wrapped around your waist while geto gently cleaned the mess up between your thighs. “did so good for us angel, thank you for letting us indulge in you,” gojo smiled, giving your hip a loving squeeze.

they both had raging boners but in this moment it was all about you but hey!! maybe once your rested up you’ll let them put both their dicks in you!! but don’t tell gojo that rn he might bust in his pants the poor thing :((

[harls-q]

The thing is, i want to interact with source content, ya know? But i do NOT WANT TO INTERACT WITH THE FUCKING FANDOM...

[starrysunsetz]

Tw: Some ranting and daddy issues

It genuinely pisses me off how my father just doesn't put any effort in anymore. I have the amazing opportunity to go vist THE space center in Houston, Texas, paied for though my school. Before I say anything, I'm extremely extactic about it. Like honestly, this makes my inner child so so so happy. My dad brings up this trip to me, and explains how there was this camp that NASA hosts for teens to get hands-on experience to "train" how astronauts do. It's really like a day in the life for an astronaut type event. He also explains how he wanted to take me to this, but didn't think I would enjoy it, so he would probably take my brother instead. I think its a great opportunity for my brother and I hope that my dad does take him. But this physically hurts me. I have no idea how he doesn't think I wouldn't enjoy it. Like, my first hyperfixation was on space and the stars when I was like 7. I've always had the love for space, and I've EXPRESSED this multiple times, especially to him. I'm genuinely baffled how much he doesn't know about me. It honestly feels like we're strangers. Anyways, the daddy issues are hitting hard today !!

[brasiliangp]

im fucking starving and my roommate just came home unannounced with her annoying ass frat bro friends and they’re hanging out in the kitchen 😭

[gutsby]

Diehard

Pairing: dbf!Joel x Reader

Summary: Joel tries Viagra for the very first time.

Warnings: 18+. Unprotected p-in-v. Erectile dysfunction. Daddy kink. Praise kink if you squint. Overstimulation. Cumplay. She/her pussy pronouns. Pushing physical limits with a pre-negotiated safe word in place for it.

Note: No more limp dick erasure. We die like [old] men.

Part of the Waiting Game ‘verse | Word count: 986

Joel just wanted to prove he could fuck like he used to.

He didn’t think he’d almost kill you in the process.

“JOEL!” you screeched, heels digging deep in the mattress as your climax came in seismic waves.

The stimulation was insane. Normally the much-older man would have been down for the count after two—and usually one—big O, but now his chest was heaving, hips relentlessly beating a punishing pace against your own.

Your walls were slick with not only your cum but his, milky ropes of his arousal making for an obscene set of sounds every time his dick slid in and out of your cunt. You could feel his balls tighten and twitch with every forthcoming spurt of him, practically reeling with the pulse of each new sticky gift inside you. His groans rumbled low, but the power and pleasure and outright primal fervor they conveyed were unmistakeable. You had to look down, feebly, to believe it yourself—Joel never fucked his way through your orgasm and his.

Then you felt a palm slide up the back of your head, and Joel held it up to make sure you watched him fuck you.

“J-Joel,” you whimpered, watching his girth disappear and reappear at least a half-dozen times as you did.

“Just a little more, honey,” he murmured against your forehead. The smack of each thrust was dizzying, “Want my pretty girl nice and full’a me before she leaves, okay?”

Joel never could let you head back to college without a few of his loads and a head full of filthy memories—something to hold you over until your next visit home. You would’ve liked to mumble back, ‘Okay,’ but then your pussy clenched around him, and his thrusts grew faster.

“My sweet girl,” he grinned, “She likes that, huh?”

You could scarcely manage a nod. The weight of your head was held fully by him, and if that wasn’t indicative enough of your fucked-out state, your face surely said the rest. When Joel leaned back to adjust the angle of his thrusts, he caught sight of your hooded, glossy stare and almost came all over again. He slowed his pace for once.

Then he dipped a finger between your body and his, just long enough to douse the tip of his digit with cum. He bottomed out inside you, watched you part your lips in a gentle gasp, and pressed his touch to that open space.

It was almost like you didn’t have the strength to suck. You just let him smear the sticky stuff along your lower lip, gaze plastered to his. Then Joel’s cock sank deeper.

“O-ow!” you whined, partly reanimated by the stretch.

“You can take it,” Joel grunted.

The double entendre wasn’t lost on you. You could, and would, take his finger and his cock inside. You suckled dumbly on the cum-drenched fingertip in assent.

But when Joel’s finger popped out of your mouth and his thrusts picked back up, you weren’t entirely convinced you would be able to hold up the second half of that deal.

It wasn’t fair. He took one magic pill, and poof, his dick stayed hard for half the fucking day. You had nothing but your youth and two shaking legs to ensure your survival. When Joel worked his cock back and forth a couple more times and it seemed your body was about ready to scream, you took hold of his biceps and squeezed tight.

“I can’t.”

“Can’t what?”

The tip of his cock nicked a soft ridge inside you, and you jolted back. Joel’s palm was still pressed to your head, holding you to him, and his hips had you pinned as well.

Instead of answering, you whimpered.

You didn’t want him to stop, but you also weren’t sure if you could handle any more. Your eyes met his, pleading.

“Can’t what?” Joel pressed, a little more sternly.

Another whimper. Inside, Joel’s cock was rubbing that pleasure point raw, and you felt another climax coming.

“Use your words.”

“Too— too—”

Each new thrust was sending stars before your eyes. Joel was one sick man if he tried to make you talk while he fucked you past the point of all intelligible speech.

“Too what? Tell me, baby.”

You’d get that fucker back someday. Joel just grinned.

“Too much,” you hissed when his hips delivered another mind-numbing push. Then, feeling pleasure threaten to peak at almost a painful degree, “Toomuchtoomucht—”

Joel continued thrusting, knowing damn well you knew what to say if you really wanted him to stop. As if to underscore this point, he tipped your head back and made you hold his gaze, features creased with a frown.

“That sure don’t sound like the safe word to me.”

It wasn’t. You knew it wasn’t. He didn’t need to tell you twice, or even breathe a second word besides. With one more brush of Joel’s thick, throbbing, implausibly hard cock, he sent you over the edge and into your fourth orgasm of the morning, hitting that spot again and again.

And again.

And again.

Just like before, Joel fucked you through each wave, catching your lips this time to stifle your cries. You might’ve gone blind for a second or two, but that was alright; the pleasure, proximity, and then the sweet, erratic pulse of his cock sending rope after rope of his cum deep inside made the overstimulation worthwhile.

Your body went limp against the bed, held tight in Joel’s grasp, when you felt that sickly sweet dichotomy of soft, tender touches and a cock lodged between your walls that was as hard as it had ever been. Still trying to console you with kisses, still trying to warm you up for another round, perhaps, Joel almost laughed out loud in your mouth when you groaned into his and whispered:

“Please don’t ever take that fucking pill again.”