#my god..... these bitches gay......good for them......good for them......

[papaya-twinks]

c’mon, just behave! - l.n 🎈

Warnings: Swearing, one innuendo at the end 😨

Pairing: Lando Norris x fem!reader

@tiny-gay-satan you have nothing to do with Lando but the names of the children 😈

this is what it’s based off of

“Brit, get off!” your seven year old son, Marshall, yelled at the top of his lungs as he wrestled his five year old sister for the pack of balloons. “God, Marshy!” you groaned, pulling the packet from their hands, holding it up, “stop wrestling your sister!”.

“But mum, she’s being a-,” Marshy started in retaliation. “Dont you dare!” you said, running a tired hand through your hair. Hanging up photos of you, your children, and Lando from balloons had been a great idea in your head, at least.

“God knows where you learned that from,” you sighed, rolling your eyes at the memory from the look of horror on yours and Lando’s faces when Marshall had ran down the stairs, screaming “Brittany’s a bitch!”

“C’mon, just behave!” you said, pulling your daughter away from Marshall as she cried loudly, her hands balled into fists. Anyhow, you did manage to get them to calm down, anyways, holding your daughter up as she tied the final photo to her balloon.

“Daddy’s here,” you said, a smile on your face at the sound of footsteps downstairs. “Y/N?!” Lando’s voice called up the stairs as Marshy and Brit giggled silently to themselves. “Y/N- oh my god,” Lando cut himself off, eyes wide.

The lights were turned down to a warm, orange hue, rose petals on the bed, balloons hanging from the ceiling. But Lando’s main focus was on you and the children - his family, all smiling up at him. You watched proudly as he knelt down, hugging both your kids as they giggled.

“You’re such a good mother, Y/N,” Lando mumbled, hugging you as the children covered their eyes, knowing a kiss was next. And they were right, your lips meeting Lando’s softly as you smiled back. “Happy birthday daddy!” the kids chanted as Lando rested his head on your neck.

“Yeah,” you smile, watching as the kids chased round the balloons, out of ear shot, “happy birthday daddy,” you kissed his jaw, watching his cheek turned red. God, what a night this was gonna be.

[tang3r1n]

ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋ ʙᴀʙʏ

cw; 18+, heavy topics ngl, refrences to poverty and starvation, angst, GAY LESBIAN SEX, slight cannibalism symbolism if you squint rly hard, refrences to sex work and/or sexual assault

A/N: abt 900 words and literally cranked this bitch out in lile half an hour. jesus fuck how in the hell did Sevika bring me out of my fucking writing dry spell. what the actual fuck. i haven’t written in a year and ofc when i do it’s fucked up analogies and lesbian sex.

To be born of the cursed flesh is a cruel fate worse than death.

To be born as a tainted babe, cast out from the womb with vile stares and scornful words, is the most unlucky a child could be.

It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t just. She’d loved her life good, honest, she deserved the fruits of her labor, a young life filled with pain and struggle. But she was that of the unfavored, not the blessed ones of Piltover, not the nobles with their mansions or the Council with their riches. She was impoverished, born starved, raised hungry, grown into a ravenous woman who begged for the moresles of candied love the scum around her shoved down her throat or inside her.

She lived to survive, didn’t have time for anything outside of the coins thrown her way and the scraps she fed from. Ironic how she never looked the part; plump and soft, malleable and pliable, her hunger hidden beneath that syrupy, sugary smile that oh-so softly graced her cherub cheeks. She pranced around in fine silks and soft feathers, smoke and shimmer stinging her nose and eyes, ears never without the soft whines and moans that fluttered through the halls of the brothel.

Men were somehow more starved than she, their oafish bodies sweaty and fetid as they grabbed her with rough hands, uncaring of the bruises and marks that grew, staining her already tainted body. She loathed them, pushing her brain to the clouds of smoke circling overhead as she rode out whatever sick ride they put her on. The rides were never long, thankfully, mercifully, their essence all that remained once they stepped off with little more than a sideways glance and those same scornful words she learned years ago. Her bed was a sanctuary, a soft, pillowy escape where she could let her mind drift and fly away, she dreamed of soft touches and sweeter kisses, honeyed words and gentle smiles against her plush skin.

This woman above her, her tan skin and dark lips, soft breasts and firm muscles, rough hands caressing her like she was made of porcelain, felt like heaven. Her touch was better than shimmer, a rush incomparable to any human emotion, a religious awakening, it was invigorating. Men were hurtful, slapping and choking all while they shared the same blood and flesh that she had— but this woman, with her metal arm and scars, was slow and sybaritic, gluttonous how she sucked and kissed at her skin.

Long fingers pumped inside her, working choked gasps and impossibly soft moans from the cursed one’s mouth, curling inside her cunt to almost lazily press against that spot that made her dizzy, stomach twisting as her eyes fluttered shut. The woman’s voice was low and deep, chiding her for looking away, for her hips trying to worm away from this pleasure, “look at me,” the woman whispered, licking a stripe up her neck littered in hickeys. The other keened, hazy eyes half lidded as she looked up to her savior, the older woman grinned, wolfish and possessed, yet she didn’t feel fear. Not like she had before, the woman was all-consuming, dominating her very soul and suffocating her under that strong body built by the gods, yet she could only cry and cling to her skin, begging for more and more.

She was starved, and this woman, bringing her to climax, the sinfully delicious sounds of her own cunt squelching clashing with her pitiful cries, was feeding her. Feeding that bottomless pit she had been build with, feeding her with lips sloppily meshed together in a fucked up display of power and perversion. Feeding her with those dangerous fingers circling her pearl and filling her up. Feeding her with praise and love like a false prayer, flooding her mind with devotion and compassion she so desperately craved.

With the burst of her orgasm, she wailed, tugging on her savior’s messy hair as her body shook in pleasure. White blinded her as her glassy eyes rolled back, devilish smile fading away with a dark chuckle. The woman gently slipped her fingers from her cunt, a dull ‘pop!’ making her ears burn as she watched the woman suck on the soaked fingers. The woman’s eyes rolled back, a delicious moan rumbling from her chest and in that moment she wondered if this woman was starving too. If her savior craved just like she did, if this woman watched her with the same kind of hungry eyes as she did.

She was pulled into another sultry kiss, lips smooshed and smacking as they stole each other’s breath, wrapped up in each other’s arms. The woman pulled away first, keeping her close with a firm hand around her thick neck, string fingers ever so gently cutting off her oxygen, “such a pretty girl,” the woman whispered, a secret for just the two of them, “my new favorite treat.”

Born damned, she scavenged for love and life, but staring into those dark eyes, she saw the same hunger, the same damned flesh tangled up in her’s in a macabre display.

[carbynnkirb]

My fucking god! These bitches gay! Good for them! Good for them.

Based on meme template from twt.

Yeah.

[chaoticclownage]

Shadowpeach nation how are we feeling rn?

[theythemmer]

phinktober day 11: ur fav AU

i dont rlly do AUs so i just drew them how i wish they would dress xo

(dan’s tats r carnations and snowdrops and phil’s r roses and honeysuckle. for no reason 🤗)

ALSO bonus version w makeup bc i couldn’t pick <3

[mwagneto]

you considered him WHAT

[planetvries]

I just know these two saw each other from the best angles.

[bariettan]

this is what special episode 5 was called, right?

[kcuf-ad]

The more I watch Bungo Stray Dogs, the gayer Dazai becomes.

"What are you doing here?! You are my dog! If my leg itches, you scratch it!"

BRO!??!

[youraveragemiscellanyenjoyer]

While I'm on my uploading spree, consider: scruffy, sleepy, pre-shaven bedhead Marvin (and Whizzer absolutely simping over him)

[kkennzzi]

i hope they explode (positive)

[mail-me-a-snail]

“Don’t want the Board to watch,” Darling explains, not without an edge of embarrassment. “I mean, can you imagine if this --” he gestures to the small space between them-- “showed up on their minutes? I’d be-- mortified , is the word.” Trench stares at him. It takes him a moment to find the coherency to respond. “I’m sure,” he manages to say, “they wouldn’t mind extracurricular activities.”

a scene from my trench/darling fic, "minutes of the meeting" <3 i may not have finished the game yet but i am utterly enamored with darling and trench's dynamic of the bureau's golden child and his handler υ´• ﻌ •`υ

[glassygaze]

reanimator study

[mel-kusanagi]

time to color these old gay geezers yipeee

[metal-madness]

I desperately need ppl to hear me out on this pairing

[deadboyswalking]

"Ochako is just a great and selfless hero! ANY hero would make that offer in order to de-escalate the fight!" brother you are smoking straight crack rock if you think the Deku-Shigaraki or Dabi-Todorokis fights would've ended up that way. Deku would not offer to feed Shigaraki his blood for the rest of their lives because he is not gay gay homosexual gay in love with him the way my god these bitches gay good for them good for them Ochako is gay gay homosexual gay in love with Toga