#nude boy ass fuck me gay

[misctf]

Can you turn two homophobic bullies into a gay couple that still had their muscles and not into twinks, they love to have sex with each other and others please

“Dude, you don’t think I’m being too unreasonable, right?” Seth questioned, while in the midst of his bicep curl, “I mean, you would’ve total done the same, right?”

“No dude, totally.” Nick replied, “Can’t risk that shit.”

Seth nodded, “She was a total bitch about it too.” He recalled the angry expression on his girlfriend’s face. How shocked she was when he told her he was ending it, “Can’t risk that shit. I can’t have a gay kid.”

When Seth discovered that his girlfriend’s brother was gay, he quickly broke things off. If being gay ran in her family, he couldn’t commit. No way in hell he’d be raising a gay son. As the proud son of a long-line of conservative, military men, Seth knew he had a duty to continue the family tradition. He was glad Nick could understand.

“Yeah, I hear ya.” Nick continued, “I couldn’t really imagine it either.” He ran a hand through his dark hair, “God, could you imagine having a gay kid?” He chuckled, “But she was hot though.”

“Yeah...” Seth mused, thinking of his now ex-girlfriend’s chest, “Alright, I’ll spot you.”

Seth stood at the head of the bench press and watched closely as Nick slowly raised and lowered the bar. He had to admit, Nick was getting good. It seemed like it was just yesterday when the two started going to the gym. He was always the stronger of the two, yet Nick was quickly catching up.

“Atta boy.” Seth encouraged.

The more he stared at Nick, the more he came to appreciate how much work his buddy must’ve been putting in. The way his biceps bulged and his triceps strained with each movement. Up, down, up, down. Seth shook his head.

“You okay, man?” Nick asked, sitting up.

“Yeah, I’m okay.”

They walked over to the bench and Seth grabbed his two dumbbells. Up, down, up, down. He always enjoyed the strain an incline bench press put on his muscles. But he could feel his arms shaking from the heavier weight.

“I got ya.” Nick reassured, supporting his buddy’s arms.

Seth blushed at the feeling of Nick’s calloused hands on his arms. The way his buddy gently applied pressure to help him complete his set. He looked up at Nick, who seemed a bit surprised by the look in his buddy’s eyes.

“Dude, you in love with me or somethin’?” Nick chuckled and Seth quickly broke eye contact.

“Fuck, don’t get too full of yourself.” He replied, dropping his weights.

Nick slapped his buddy on the back, which only made Seth shudder in pleasure. There was something about Nick’s touch. But he shook his head. What the fuck was he thinking?

“Gotta work tris.” Nick said, raising a dumbbell above his head, exposing his musky pits.

Seth could only stare. Up, down, up, down. But the smell of his bro’s musk was making his dick twitch. He wondered what it would be like to bury his nose in his bro’s hairy pit. Get right up close and personal with that musk. Seth’s eyes widened when he consciously realized what he just thought.

“Fuck, I need to go splash some water on my face.” He said, his voice trembling.

Before Nick could say anything, Seth quickly started walking towards the locker room, not realizing that his gait had changed somewhat. He sauntered- his ass sticking out just a bit more. And Nick certainly noticed. For whatever reason, he couldn’t look away. His buddy’s firm ass swaying with each step. And the young athlete wondered what it would be like to squeeze it. He shook his head and cursed under his breath, doing his best to focus on his workout.

When Seth arrived in the locker room, he walked over to the sink and stared at himself in the mirror. What the hell was he thinking? He never had a gay thought, right? I mean, he could appreciate a guy who goes to the gym. But that was all it was-appreciation. He splashed some water in his face and nearly jumped when he saw some of the other gym patrons. All shirtless or nude. Their musculature on full display. Their soft dicks. Seth could feel himself salivating. His body betraying his mind. His cock starting to stir in his pants.

“No, no, no.” Seth thought, shaking these thoughts from his brain.

And without another word, he fled. Running back to his apartment where he slammed the door and went to his bedroom. The young jock immediately pulling up some porn, desperate to prove to himself these thoughts were an aberration. But no matter how big the tits on screen or feminine the moans, his dick remained soft. Only when he focused on the guy did he feel any attraction.

“This...” Seth didn’t understand, “How...?” A knock on his door interrupted his thoughts.

He sauntered over to his door, not even bothering to put on a shirt or pants. And when he opened it, he saw Nick standing there. A strange look in his eyes.

“Dude.” Nick breathed, “Where the fuck....?”

“Something’s wrong with me.” Seth huffed, beckoning his buddy inside, “I don’t...”

When the door closed and the two were alone, Seth noticed it for the first time. The look in Nick’s eye as he roamed his buddy’s nearly nude form. And Seth crossed his arms over his pecs, wanting to appear smaller. To disappear from view of his buddy’s lustful eyes.

“Nick... don’t...”

“It’s okay.” Nick reassured. Seth had heard this voice before. It was the one he used to pick up chicks at the bar. Breathy and seductive. Dripping with confidence. Seth shuddered, “Here, don’t worry.”

He approached Seth and wrapped his arms around his waist, giving his buddy’ juicy ass a firm squeeze. Seth whimpered, his cock starting to harden. He shuddered as Nick guided his hand under his shirt, allowing him to feel the firm, sweaty muscles he had seen only in the locker room. Seth’s mind wandered as he explored his buddy’s thick pecs. His fingers tracing firm abs. And then Nick guided him further, his hand moving below his waistline. Into his boxers. Around his friend’s erect manhood.

“No... this is...” Seth’s eyes widened as Nick’s lips crashed into his own. And slowly, he returned the same level of passion. His eyes closing, his hand stroking his friend’s cock.

It wouldn’t be long before the two were in the bedroom. Their hands greedily roaming each other’s muscular forms. Their tongues exploring each other’s mouths. And as Seth kissed his buddy’s abs and made his way down, he could hear a voice begging him to stop. Crying that he wasn’t gay. That he wasn’t just some cock sucker. But it became muffled as he began deep-throating Nick’s member. The voice drowned out by the sound of his friend’s pleasure-filled moans.

“Don’t worry,” Seth thought, reassuring the whimpering voice in his head, “You’re not just a cock sucker.” He looked up at his friend and grinned.

Nick smirked, “Ever try bottoming?” He asked.

The voice in Seth’s head screamed for him to stop. But Seth’s grin only widened. His muscular ass aching with need for it to be filled.

“There’s a first time for everything.”

[skylarsblue]

✦I have more C.o.D Quotes✦

Gaz: How’s your head? Y/N: Well, I haven’t had any complaints yet. Gaz: …excuse me? Y/N: Oh uh, I think I’ll live-

-- (Somewhere in Greece with a fuck ton of cats) Ghost, watching Price sneeze every five seconds: What a catastrophe. Gaz: No. Y/N: PFFT- Soap: Stop, no, don’t encourage him. Y/N: Ahem! Right, right. Not funny. Ghost: I am purrfectly capable of being funny. Y/N: *struggling* Gaz: Sometimes I wish you didn’t have a mouth.

-- Just a scene of Y/N taking out a bottle of whiskey, unscrewing they cap, then putting one of those lid caps on. (Like the ones you have on those fancy Gatorades) Taking a huge swig and closing the cap on it as Soap watches in amusement, & Price in fear.

-- Ghost: Quit messing with my hand. Soap: Quit messing with my hair! Y/N: Quit being gay. Gaz: PFFFT Y/N: Both problems solved.

-- Y/N, on the comms: You have thirteen seconds before the building fucking explodes you hot topic wannabe- Ghost: … Y/N: And you green gumball son of a bitch. Gaz: Wha-?! Soap: *WHEEZE* Y/N: You have done nothing but ruin my life; I hope you both die.

-- Soap, Gaz, & Y/N: *cackling* Laswell, losing at poker: I miss my wife, Price. Price: *places down cards* Laswell: I miss my wife.

-- Ghost, overstimulated & a lil drunk: AHHHHHH MY BONES Y/N: *frantically getting headphones* Soap, drunk: *wheeze* Gaz: Ah. I know I should’ve- *dies coughing* Soap: *more wheezing*

-- Graves *kicks in door* WHO POSTED MY NUDES ON TWITTER DOT COM?! Y/N: SUCK IT, BITCH BOY!! Alejandro: *aggressively slapping his leg while silently laughing* Rudy: *pointing and laughing* Valeria, in handcuffs: Ha, dumbass.

-- Graves: Bitch, you are gonna get in this car or I’m popping between ya eyes! Valeria: Hey, I know you. I saw your dick on Twitter! Graves: NOOOOOO Y/N: AHAHA!

-- Graves: C’mon Johnn- Y/N: *chucks a rock at Graves’ head* Graves: OW, WHY?! Y/N: NO JOHNNY FOR YOU! He goes by Soap and we respect that! Graves: Ghost calls him that! Y/N: CAUSE GHOST HAS PERMISSION, you EARN the right to Johnny! And I will be damned if anyone else earns the right before me. I been working my ass off to get the Johnny privilege and you will NOT get it for free! Soap, who’s just been standing there the whole time: *leans to Gaz* Have they actually been taking it that seriously? Gaz: Yeah. They’ve also been working real hard to try and get the right to call Captain “John”. Shoulda seen their face when I said they can call me Kyle. Soap: That’s…really sweet, I’ll give’em permission later. Gaz: Why not now? Soap: I wanna see that bastard get chewed out some more.

-- Y/N, perched on Price’s desk: Captain. Price: *sigh* Y/N: Captain I crave violence.

-- Ghost: Your family line deserves to die with you, only shame it didn’t end before you. Graves: ….I just sat down!

-- Y/N: You’re like…the human incarnation of crumbs in the bed. Graves: Oh c’MON THAT’S REAL MEAN Ghost: It’s true though. Y/N: The kinda crumbs that you keep swiping away but somehow they never leave- Graves: Alright! You know what- Soap: Like getting in bed after going to the beach. Gaz: Sand in the bed, yeah. Feels like that when he talks. Graves: I’M JUST GONNA FUCKIN LEAVE! Y/N: *watches him go* Annnd now the sheets have been changed. Ghost: Clean from filth. Alejandro: You all are so cruel and it’s perhaps the funniest thing I’ve ever seen.

-- Gaz: Things Gucci with you? Y/N: It’s Goodwill at best, my guy. Price: I don’t know what this means but I feel like I should be concerned.

-- (Mild NSFW Jokie Time) Gaz: You alright? You been zoned out. Y/N: Hm? Nah I’m good, just having depraved thoughts. Gaz: Depraved, you say? Soap: Oh do tell. Y/N: You just…you ever see someone and think “they have pretty eyes”. And that’s normal. But then the little devil in the back of ya skull goes “yeah they’d look good rolled back”. Or am I just a whore? Gaz: That is depraved. Soap: Got a good point though.

-- Y/N: Ooo! Look! Old pictures of Captain, this one’s dated. You would’ve been…19 in this one. Lemme s-…… Gaz: Lemme see! ….. Price: What? Y/N: …..you were a whore, weren’t you captain? Gaz: That’s the face of an arrogant bastard who fucks regularly. Price: I…might’ve been a bit of a playboy. Y/N: And I would’ve fallen for it you god damn bastard, no ones fACE SHOULD BE THAT NICE!

-- Valeria, painting her nails: I might kill my ex, not the best idea. His new girlfriend’s next- Alejandro: ….. Rudy: ….should I be worried? Alejandro: Move away quietly and pray.

-- Ghost: For the record this is self destructive. Soap, chugging his 5th energy drink in the past hour: For the record, I’m aware of that.

-- MILF!Y/N: Boys. Bed, now. I wanna talk to your captain. Price: No, boys stay. Please stay- Y/N: Go. Price: Stay. The boys: *concern, panic, perhaps a bit of fear* Y/N: Go! Price: Stay! Y/N: You go! Soap: *speed walking* Price: Soap, stay! Y/N: NOW! Gaz: *slowly backing away* Price: Gaz, don’t move! Y/N: YOU GO! Price: SIMON- Ghost: *leaving*

-- Ghost: What was Plan A? Soap: …don’t fuck up. Ghost: And what was Plan B? Gaz: Don’t fuck up Plan A. Ghost: And what did you do? Y/N: …fucked up plan a- Ghost: YOU FUCKED UP PLAN A-

-- Ghost: What’s rule number one? Soap, with dynamite: Party! Ghost: NO! No, not party! No!

-- Graves: How about after this, we get a drink? Y/N: …I would rather gouge out my eyes and blindly navigate a way to turn them into earrings than ever be anywhere alone with you. Soap, grinning: Ooooo brutal! Ghost: Karma.

-- Ghost: Wait…Johnny’s into me? Like…he LIKES me?? Gaz: Oh Si…you poor, sad, dense mother fucker.

-- Ghost: At least nothing of importance was lost. Laswell: …Graves was kidnapped. Ghost: I know. I said what I said. Y/N: Nothing of value was lost but we did shed off some trash! Ghost: Precisely.

-- Ghost: These lights make me wanna pull my eyes out and eat them. Medic!Y/N: *turns lights off in favor of a lamp* …alright, so you’re autistic, good to know.

-- Ghost: Should I get my reading glasses? Y/N: Oh no no, this isn’t an eye test. It’s a GAY test. Now tell me, *holds up picture of Farah & Graves; Price being 1* Number one, or number two? Ghost: Number one?… Y/N: Interesting. *holds up Farah & Soap, Soap being 2* Okay now number one, or number two? Ghost: *gasp* Y/N: Number two, right? Ghost: Maybe I am gay?

-- Waitress: So, I’ve gotta ask, I’m really curious. 141: ? Waitress: Have any of you ever used like…the military language in bed? Soap: Naaaah. Y/N: No, I don’t- PFFFT, I- *wheeze* I’m sorry I’m imagining it- Gaz: *biting back laughs* Y/N: “You gonna come?” Affirmative. *laughs* Soap: *WHEEZE* Gaz: *cackling* Price: Oh lord- Gaz, snickering: Picking up speed. Y/N: COPY- *Laughter x100* The entire team: *giggling like hyenas* Ghost: Uh, that’s a no. I don’t think we’ve done that.

-- Price: *smiles at Soap & Gaz being stupid* Y/N: I like when you smile. Price: …huh? Y/N: Your smile, I like it. Makes your eyes crinkle up and your beard makes you look like a cuddly bear. You should smile more. Price, internally on the verge of tears: *fond sigh* Get back to drills, soldier. Y/N: Yes sir!

-- Ghost: *minding his fucking business* Y/N: You have pretty eyes. Ghost: *chokes on air* Pardon? Y/N: You have pretty eyes. Ghost: No I-…they’re just brown. Y/N: So? Your eyes don’t have to be blue or green to be pretty. They’re pretty because they’re expressive, and when the sun hits them they look like syrup. I like’em best when we’re all at a bar. They get brighter then. Ghost: Ghost: …stop talking, sergeant. Y/N: Copy that, L.T! <3

-- Gaz: *laughing at something on his phone* Y/N: You have a great laugh. Gaz: Hm? Oh…really? Y/N: Mhm. It’s cute, comes from your chest. I’ve never heard you laugh in anyway that’s not genuine. Really fills the room with joy. Gaz: Dude, you’re gonna make me all soft with words like that. Y/N: All according to plan!

-- Soap: *rambling about something* Y/N: *listening intently* Soap: Then-…ah, I been talkin’ at you this whole time, eh? Should probably quiet down. Y/N: No no, I like your voice! Soap: Eh? Y/N: It’s super energetic and loud, and when you tell a joke or talk about something you love, it’s like you can hear your smile. It’s really fun to listen to. I like when you talk! Soap: *inhale* You’re gonna make me cry- Y/N: I have tissues!

-- König: *fidgeting* Y/N: *takes his hands* You have beautiful hands. König: Wh- Huh?? No they are not. Y/N: They are too! König: Nien, they’re rough and calloused, they break a lot of things… Y/N: They also pet stray cats, make the best coffee on base, and create crotchet works of art. They also mend wounds pretty well. Yeah they fire guns but that doesn’t make them less beautiful. König: *he’s actually crying* …Danke. Y/N: Don’t mention it!

-- Rudy: *rolling his shoulder* Y/N: Anyone ever tell you that you have great shoulders? Rudy: Hm? Oh uh…no, I don’t believe so. Y/N: Well you do! Rudy: Ah, gracias. When I was younger I wanted them to be broader, sometimes now I wish they were more narrow. Can never really be happy with’em, you know? Y/N: Well I think you should be. They’re strong! *gently pats his shoulders* They hold a lot of weight, metaphorically and physically. And even when they’re weighed down, you shoulder it and keep moving. You’re real good at that! I like your shoulders. Rudy, prepared to die for them: …gracias. Y/N: No problem! Now c’mon, the guys are waitin’ for us!

-- Y/N: You have good collarbones. Alejandro: What was that? Y/N: Sorry, I know that’s real specific, but I think your collarbones are pretty. It’s like…the rest of you is bulky and strong, rugged. Then you have these delicate bones. I’m probably being too poetic but it’s like a subtle nod to your gentler side, just, built into your body. Alejandro: …you have a lovely way with words, camarada. Y/N: Thank you! I appreciate that!!

[boypied]

pairings: gus kenworthy x male reader

request: Heyyy, I need a part 2 of nudes, please.

warnings: SMUT ! , swearing, cheating, anal sex.

MDNI + FDNI !

Ever since that night that you and Gus spent together, he has been teasing you. Gus has been groping your ass or rubbing his bulge against you any time his girlfriend isn't in sight.

His girlfriend decided to invite you around for drinks. She had a rough day at work and wanted her "gay best friend" as she likes to call you.

It got out of hand when you went into the kitchen to make drinks, and he followed in after you. He snuck up behind you, covering your mouth so you don't let out a startled scream.

"Have you been ignoring me, baby?" Gus whispers in your ear. "I jerk off to that picture you sent me every night." Gus' gave plastered with a smirk.

Gus gently kisses your neck, removing his hand from your mouth. "Gus, we c-cant do this!" You whisper to him as you turn over to face him. Gus places his finger up to your lips,"shhh..".

You immediately fall under his control, just like you were that night just by him shh-ing you. He pulls your body against his, his lips attacking yours.

Gus slides his tongue into your mouth, and you let him without a fight. His tongue explores and dominates your mouth, coating each corner of your mouth with his spit.

His hand travels down through your jeans and into your underwear, he gently wraps his hand around your cock, jerking you off.

He pulls away from the kiss, watching you moan. "I am going to fuck you while my girlfriend is in the other room" he smirks. He flips you over and bends you over the counter.

Gus pulls down your jeans, slapping your ass which causes you to gasp. "Shh! Boy." Gus whispers with a laugh. He pulls his semi-hard cock out slapping it against your ass, "I've missed this hole" he says before pushing it through your tight ring.

He thrust inside of you fully, wrapping his hands round to cover your mouth, silencing you. The sound of slapping echoes throughout the kitchen. "Babe! What's that noise?" Gus' girlfriend shouts out from the living room. "Oh, nothing! Don't worry about it." Gus shouts out, smirking.

"Keep quiet slut" Gus whispers out, his groin slapping against your ass causing it to ripple. "Damn, backshots go crazy!" Gus moans in your ear, you whimper below him.

Gus continues to cover your mouth, keeping your moans at a whimper. His cock thrust in you hard, back and forth rubbing against your g-spot causing your cum to leak pre-cum like a fountain before shooting your load hands free.

Your eyes roll back, and your whimpers get louder as you shoot your load against the counters below. Gus thrust into you a couple more times before painting your walls with his cum, he lays against your back.

He kisses your back before pulling out and zipping up his jeans. "Clean yourself up, baby," he says with a smirk, walking back into the living room. You slide down against the counter breathing heavily, cum seaping out of your hole.

"I need to stop letting him fuck me.." You mumble.

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[missacidburn928]

It's a year old but here's some holiday spice for you all while I wait in the urgent care with my autistic son.

I Really Do Believe In You....

Steve Rogers × Bucky Barnes x Thor Odinson × POC Singer!Reader "Honey"

Let’s see if you believe in me.

The Avengers Holiday party. You are both a guest and part of the musical entertainment. Will you end up on the naughty or nice list?

You spot them as they enter the main ballroom. Your three strapping men, color coordinated and cutting intimidating frames in their suit choices. Thank the goddess you had a good hold on the mic as you waited for your cue to join Sy in singing White Christmas, or you might have literally swooned in front of this mass of party goers.

You start your verse as you watch them make their way over to the bar where the team, plus one Sharon Carter, have gathered. Thankfully tonight’s event is Jane Foster free, so it should be a good night with you, Sy and the Chanti’s house band entertaining Tony’s rich friends and employees before enjoying some much needed time with your men.

You can't help but feel festive in your short red dress, studded red fishnets and nude pumps. You’ve kept your makeup simple with a nude lip and a smokey eye. Your hair down and in its natural state. Sy made a comment when picking you up that you looked like Santa’s little Siren. Seems appropriate if you do say so yourself.

Per usual you notice Sharon being a bit too chummy with your Captain. The woman just can’t help herself. You know all about the “kiss” when they were trying to save your beloved Bucky. But according to Steve the reason it never went further was because there was no spark when their lips touched. And he tried giving her a chance, chalking the lack of spark up to the stress of the situation, but she was way too into his status and power. So he ended things before it made it any further than a couple dates and a subpar makeout session.

What is it with these prude ass women that hang around these strong ass people? Sharon, like Jane, thinks your quad is ridiculous and you don't need that many men. Especially when you added Steve in. 

“He should be upholding traditional values as he’s America's golden boy. Not flaunting such an alternative lifestyle. Hell if he was gay it would be easier than this bullshit. Why on Earth would you want to willingly share a woman with two other men. Not to mention one of those men is a God and the other a murderer.”

Let's not forget what she also stated in that little rant of hers, when she was unaware you could hear her perfectly clear from your spot in the common room. “I just don’t understand what he sees in her. Who stays in a band with someone they used to be fuck buddies with? It’s just tacky and sad. A man that powerful should be with someone who is only devoted to him and can boost his image, not damage it. ” 

I’ll show her tacky. Lord knows I'm certainly not above being petty. I’ve been behaving for far too long. Time to put these Siren skills to use. What good are they to have if you can’t fuck with uppity bitches using them.

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[axailslink]

Drop him in a heartbeat

Riri Williams x poc FEM reader

Summary: You and Riri are occasionally fucking but what if Riri wants you to be more than that?

Warning: ⚠️I know I write for the girlies and the gays but this character does have a male lover too but y'all ain't gone see much of that Riri and the reader just talk about it.

"Dude told me he was gone put a baby in me!" You and Riri have always had some crazy conversations and this definitely is the craziest one yet. "Hold on hold on so he was hitting it from the back and he said what!?" You laugh as you sit up on her lap shifting your tiny shorts "he said- actually and I quote "baby you feel so good I don't want to pull out" like what? Bitch that means you tryna impregnate me" Riri shakes her head "so I pushed him off me he wasn't about to put no kids in me I told him dick ain't never THAT serious to me I got a girl if I want something in me" Riri cocks her and you nod confirming your last spoken words "you told him about me?" "Fuck yeah he's my boy and all but trust and believe don't nobody come above my girl he the side piece he knows that and you know that." Riri doesn't even try to hide the smile that finds its way to her face "so... If I wanted you to drop him for me would you..?" It's your turn to cock your head but she's quick to back up her question "Hold on let me explain just think about it I'm smarter, finer, and I know your body better." You hum "so what? This your way of saying you want to do more than just fuck?" Riri shrugs "I mean yeah I've been trying to date you for a while now. So would you? Drop him?" You smile down at Riri "if you're willing to commit to dating me and dealing with all my bullshit and my jealousy and my sex drive I'll drop him in a heartbeat for you. No questions asked." Riri can't help but stare at you trying to see some smile or glance that indicates you're just messing around with her and that your words aren't serious but there are no signs.

"Do it" you shrug grab your phone and call him up "we got to stop fucking around" you can hear the many words coming out of his mouth but it doesn't matter because Riri is watching you waiting for you to completely be hers. "Wait nawl it ain't got nothing to do with that even though that whole "I don't want to pull out" shit was weird-" you feel Riri's body vibrate for moment beneath you she's laughing you shush her and return your attention to the call. "Honestly man it's as simple as I'm tired of what you giving I don't just want sex I got someone who's willing to give me more than that and also won't freak me out during sex too that's still mad weird." He asks who and you look at Riri as she's focusing on you "don't worry about that just know it ain't you" you hang up and toss your phone beside Riri's head. "So you all mine now?" You shrug "like I said in a heartbeat but you know what this means right?" Riri sits up holding herself up with one arm while the other stays glued on your ass "what?" "You got to deal with it all you ready for my jealousy? What about my needs? Not just sexually but I love princess treatment too and I'm mad annoying" Riri nods "yeah and that's what I've wanted I know what I signed up for. What you tryna give the run down like you some gangster? Girl you forgot who you were talking to or something?" You laugh and roll your eyes "okay miss Riri Williams you are doing a bit much Riri laughs and leans up to peck your lips.

"I think I'm doing just enough but uhm if ole boy calls you be prepared for my jealousy." You roll your eyes and as if you've summoned him your phone rings and you laugh as Riri grabs it but you're quick to snatch it back she cocks a brow and laughs "don't be trying to hide it I done seen the nudes already I got those before he did." You shake your head as you ignore the call "girl shut up I'm regretting dropping him he wasn't much of a talker you talk too much." Riri rolls her eyes "well guess what? You gotta get used to this cause you are locked in you can't go no where." You smile "I mean am I really? Because if I want to go all I have to do is turn on the fan and your lil ass will be fighting with God it'll blow you away like a leaf." Riri laughs "okay I'll give you that you can have that joke just remember that joke later on when you're upset that I won't let you reach your orgasm." You purse your lips "now it ain't ever that serious" she shrugs "yes it is because why did you have to get personal?" You shrug and shove her shoulder playfully pushing her back on the bed "why'd you have to get all butt hurt?" Riri smiles up at you "damn would you drop me in a heartbeat for someone else?" You blink for a moment but you don't answer her question because how the fuck were you supposed to react to that?

A/n: Riri is always barking up the wrong damn tree but I mean come on it's pretty in character in my mind. She attracts people that are obviously not good for her.

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[mulletmitsuya]

Tokyo Revengers Groupchat

Warnings: swearing, suggestiveish,

Desc: a series of different dm's consisting of different pairs in tokrev more or less relating to the same event. also it's the last timeline where everything is jolly (ass description, my bad)

Draken + Mikey

Draken: man i'm so fucking tired of you

Draken: if you aren't here in the next 5 minutes i'm trashing your fucking bike

Mikey: no you won't lol

Mikey: you made it, you're not gonna hurt your precious creation are you?😙

Draken: ...

Draken: we won't name the baby after you

Mikey: you weren't going to anyway 😒

Draken: can't you just listen to me then???

Draken: YOU HAVE A RACE IN 10 MINUTES DICKWEED

Mikey: bro chill i was taking a piss

Draken: ITS BEEN 30 MINUTES

Draken: and YOU'RE LYING

Draken: YOU ARE FLIRTING WITH A MARRIED MAN

Draken: LEAVE MITCHY ALONE FOR CHRISTS SAKE

Mikey: no i'm literally in the bathroom

Draken: motherfucker i can see you 😐

Mikey: ok fine geez i'm coming down

Draken: i don't want you to be my client anymore

Mikey: you're married to my sister so you can't get rid of me

Mikey: brother in law😋

Inupi + Shin

Shin: yo Inupi! Mikey's gonna come over after the race and chill with me for a while

Shin: so you don't have to close up i'll take care of that

Inupi: i thought we were gonna hang out lol

Inupi: but ig you don't care about me

Shin: wha-

Shin: that's not true 😞✊

Shin: i mean, we work together so we always hang out😅

Shin: and i feel pretty weird drinking with you since i've known you since you were a kid😂

Inupi: i'm 30

Inupi: did you know that i also have sex sometimes

Inupi: i'm a grown adult Shinichiro

Shin: WOAH THERE BUDDY🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Shin: 😆

Shin: i get that you're grown but idk you're just lil Inupi to me

Inupi: 😐

Shin: just hang out with me and Mikey okay?

Inupi: no

Shin: bro why?

Inupi: i don't like him, at all

Shin: Mikey??? what's there not to like?

Inupi: 😑

Shin: :(

Inupi: fine

Shin: :)

Shin: i'll ask him to invite a few friends so it's not awkward and maybe you can invite Koko?

Inupi: k

Shin: 😁

Inupi: ...

Inupi: 🙂

Koko + Kisaki

Kisaki: you need to stop gambling Kokonoi

Kisaki: evertime you lose, a strand of your hair turns grey

Kisaki: and well... you lose a lot

Koko: my hair is white because i dyed it that way

Koko: no other reason

Kisaki: ...sure

Koko: and i'm not that bad, i just need a little more practice is all🙂

Kisaki: you have lost millions of yen due to this practice

Kisaki: enough is enough😕

Kisaki: anyway, i need a drink and there's a new restaurant that opened up yesterday, will you be joining me?

Koko: i'm meeting up with my friend Seishu today so i'll have to pass

Kisaki: oh yes, your friend

Kisaki: the pretty boy, correct?

Koko: yes

Koko: i mean you could call him that, i wouldn't know

Kisaki: ...

Kisaki: are you guys...

Kisaki: nevermind

Koko: are we what?

Kisaki: you know...

Kisaki: gay

Kisaki: are guys gay together? as in homosexual. as in attracted to each other as men? together?

Kisaki: like a couple of sorts

Kisaki: i usually don't like gay people but i'll make an exception for you and still be your colleague and even your friend

Koko: ...

Koko: Seishu is my friend

Koko: 😐

Kisaki: your secret is safe with me

Koko: there is no secret

Kisaki: alright 😏

Kisaki: i regret sending that emoji, i apologize

Koko: what about you and the hand tattoo man?? hm? what about that? Hanma was it?

Kisaki: Hanma??

Kisaki: i've called the police on Hanma 4 times already, you know that😐

Koko: he makes breakfast in your kitchen fully nude

Kisaki: we were friends in our teenage years and then he confessed his love to me and made it weird

Koko: and here he is still in your life

Kisaki: arguing with him is futile, even with the police. what do you want me to do?

Koko: just remember that when you point at someone there are three fingers pointing back at you

Koko: i'm leaving😐

Kisaki: not very slay of you

Pah + Peh

Peh: wife angry again

Peh: not talking to me

Pah: haha bozo

Pah: try rubbing her feet

Peh: they smell bad

Pah: try rubbing her back

Pah: massage

Peh: won't let me touch her 😕

Pah: her loss 👎

Pah: show off your abs

Peh: been eating more lately she cooks good no more abs

Pah: lmao

Pah: cry

Peh: already doing that 😐

Pah: sorry

Pah: don't know what you want me to do

Peh: i'll figure it out

Pah: why is she mad?

Peh: we were watching E.T and she said she liked him and i told her that i would kill him with hammers brutally

Pah: fair reaction

Peh: women r so hard to understand

Pah: word

[iszaranothere]

Dialogue prompts but they're things the GameGrumps have said: The Sequel

Since you seemed to like the first one, I present you more GameGrumps quotes to use for all your writerly needs. I'd once again like to remind you that, should you use any of the prompts from this list or the previous one, by all means @ me. I would genuinly love to see it. I've already read one story that used not one, but three quotes and it was a pleasure to read. The next writer to use one of these prompts receives a free virtual hug btw.

Clean quotes

"That reminds me of a dream I had where I was kissing y- …a girl."

"His head is weird."

"What if there was like a soup that was really good that was made with pee, would you eat it?"

"Like, comment and survive."

"I wanna go out as I lived: fully monetized."

"Mhmmmm, funny joke."

"I can see my whole big Chungus in this!"

"It's a hat, or a boat!"

"You didn't even savor the peelies!"

"LOOK AT ME!"

"Somebody get this dead armadillo off my head."

"Who doesn't have their dad's number in their phone!?"

"Does Bruno Mars is gay?"

"Consume prilosec!"

"Spider punch! Spider kiss?"

"God, why did I even born?"

"I got her a tea set so she could have tea with all her friends. NOT ME OBVIOUSLY."

"Take this, take this, take this."

"Everything just has to be done so carefull- NOOO!"

"What is this, some kind of angel? I don't want religion in my game."

"I think I'm still emotionally recovering, and you should never have to say that about a meal."

"Are you ready to go on a butthole-sniffin' adventure? Come on!"

Vulgar quotes

"You gotta warn me, because I was just about to yell "remember who made you cum" and how embarassing would that have been."

(sing-songy) "Looks like you've got a baby penis." 🎶

"Are you nude???"

"He used his fuck move."

"Oh, go fuck yourself trivia boy."

"Dude, what if we just fucked one day?"

"I think I sharted myself."

"You've gotta make a statement! You gotta draw a fucking line in the sand, dude! You have to look inside yourself and say, "What was I willing to put up with today?" NOT FUCKING THIS."

"Why do you keep jumping around all the time? YOU FUCKING FREAK! YOU'RE A FREAK!"

"I am in love with you! I want to put my face between your boobs!"

"Wendy's: suck it down and poop like a regular man."

"This game is a bunch of poopy ass dicks covered in chocolate fesces."

"Show me your math dick. I wanna suck it."

"Daddy's little slut wants a dare."

[missacidburn928s-heathenhideaway]

I really do, believe in you...

Wordcount: 2,860

Thor x POC Singer!Reader “Honey” x Bucky. Thor x POC Singer!Reader “Honey” x Bucky x Steve.

Summary:

Let’s see if you believe in me. The Avengers Holiday party. You are both a guest and part of the musical entertainment. Will you end up on the naughty or nice list?

Warnings:

Smut, Teasing, Dom Steve Rogers, Christmas Party, Office Sex, Polyamory, Steve Rogers is a Tease, Possessive Behavior, Not Sharon Carter Friendly, Domestic Avengers, Petty Reader, Dancing and Singing, Protective Bucky Barnes, Thor is just enjoying his mead

Notes:

Just a fun little snapshot for the holiday season! This one is very Steve heavy, but that's just where these characters took me. Have no fear though, the next full installment is VERY Thor-centric and Bucky will have his own installment to shine as well. Happy Reading Heathens! *I will have a set list of the songs used at the end. As well as links to the songs throughout the story. Please give these artists a listen!

Banner by @cafekitsune Divider by @firefly-graphics

You spot them as they enter the main ballroom. Your three strapping men, color coordinated and cutting intimidating frames in their suit choices. Thank the goddess you had a good hold on the mic as you waited for your cue to join Sy in singing White Christmas, or you might have literally swooned in front of this mass of party goers.

You start your verse as you watch them make their way over to the bar where the team, plus one Sharon Carter, have gathered. Thankfully tonight’s event is Jane Foster free, so it should be a good night with you, Sy and the Chanti’s house band entertaining Tony’s rich friends and employees before enjoying some much needed time with your men.

You can't help but feel festive in your short red dress, studded red fishnets and nude pumps. You’ve kept your makeup simple with a nude lip and a smokey eye. Your hair down and in its natural state. Sy made a comment when picking you up that you looked like Santa’s little Siren. Seems appropriate if you do say so yourself.

Per usual you notice Sharon being a bit too chummy with your Captain. The woman just can’t help herself. You know all about the “kiss” when they were trying to save your beloved Bucky. But according to Steve the reason it never went further was because there was no spark when their lips touched. And he tried giving her a chance, chalking the lack of spark up to the stress of the situation, but she was way too into his status and power. So he ended things before it made it any further than a couple dates and a subpar makeout session.

What is it with these prude ass women that hang around these strong ass people? Sharon, like Jane, thinks your quad is ridiculous and you don't need that many men. Especially when you added Steve in.

“He should be upholding traditional values as he’s America's golden boy. Not flaunting such an alternative lifestyle. Hell if he was gay it would be easier than this bullshit. Why on Earth would you want to willingly share a woman with two other men. Not to mention one of those men is a God and the other a murderer.”

Let's not forget what she also stated in that little rant of hers, when she was unaware you could hear her perfectly clear from your spot in the common room. “I just don’t understand what he sees in her. Who stays in a band with someone they used to be fuck buddies with? It’s just tacky and sad. A man that powerful should be with someone who is only devoted to him and can boost his image, not damage it. ” 

I’ll show her tacky. Lord knows I'm certainly not above being petty. I’ve been behaving for far too long. Time to put these Siren skills to use. What good are they to have if you can’t fuck with uppity bitches using them.

You wrap the song with Sy and address the room. “Once again I’m Honey, he’s Sy and they are the Chanticleers house band. I hope you’ve enjoyed your evening so far. We plan on keeping things fun, flirty and just a tad bit naughty. Might even make ya feel some things tonight. Requests are accepted but are subject to refusal. For this next one I’m going to need a certain Widow and White Wolf to report to the dance floor to really get this crowd moving and grooving.”

They exchange a look with each other, shrug and make their way over to the now cleared dance floor. A tango melody begins, which sounds remarkably like Billie Eilish's Bad Guy . As your sultry voice fills the space, your eyes feast upon the natural elegance of Bucky leading Nat across the floor. It’s turning you on, if you’re being honest with yourself. Two people you know very intimately, pressed close together, seducing the crowd with their bodies, is panty dampening. If you were wearing any that is.

As Bucky dips Nat for the last time, he tosses you a wink as he swings her out and they both take a bow.

“Now that the temperature has certainly risen, let's get those hips moving. We are a big band after all, let’s give ya a taste of what we do three nights a week at Chanti’s.” Sy starts tickling the ivory, leading the band in a 1920s cover of Levitating. You shimmy and sway your hips to the beat as people fill the dance floor once again. 

The whole team is cutting a rug, trying to get tips from Bucky and Steve on how to dance best with a partner to this upbeat rhythm. It truly is such a sweet sight to see. Even Sharon, trying to use this to her advantage isn’t phasing you. He entertains her for a few measures as she tries desperately to keep up with his footwork. He eventually pawns her off on an agent nearby and makes his way to the side of the stage.

Just before the music break he sneaks up and grabs your hand, spinning you into him as you finish the chorus. A ‘woo’ escaping you as you collide with his chest. He leads you in a simple swing as the band plays on, placing you back in front of the mic with a kiss to the jaw and a squeeze of the hips just in time for you to get back to serenading the crowd. 

Smooth asshole. I’ll be getting you back for that one, Sir.

“Should we keep this high energy up?” The crowd responds with ‘yes’ accompanied by hoots and hollers. “Requests are open if anyone has a suggestion.”

From the middle of the dance floor you hear Sam shout “I2I. I’m trying to get my goof troop on.”

You can't help but crack up at his antics, trying to pull one over on you. “Fortunately for you Samuel, we are well versed in the magic that is Tevin Campbell. But since you think you're so funny why don’t you come show these people your best Max moves and maybe you just might find yourself a Roxanne.”

Sy’s fingers produce the familiar synth beat from the electric guitar in his large hands, before the band joins in and brings this funky jam of your childhood to life. You have fun with it, goofing around with your back up singers and really livening the place up. You truly do shine when you are on a stage.

“Steve, why are you over here? Come back out on the dance floor with us.” Sharon whines.

“I’m content here with my drink currently. I’m admiring the view too much.” His eyes haven't moved from your body the whole song. Not even to address Sharon.

“Don’t you want to continue to have fun?”

“I’m having plenty of fun, trust me.” He taps his head, a devious smile crossing his face, as filthy thoughts of you fill his mind.

Just as she is about to open her mouth in response, the song ends and the dance floor bursts out in applause.

“Hot damn was that fun!” You shout out, catching your breath. “I think we all deserve a cool down after that.”

The crowd agrees with head nods and murmurs of yes. “Sy would you be so kind as to set up a chair for Steven to come join us on stage?”

You wink at him as you curl your fingers in a come hither motion to get him moving. He places his drink down and like a sailor following a Sirens song into the sea, travels across the parting dance floor, keeping eye contact with you, until he sits in the chair provided for him in the middle of the stage.

You reach over and pluck the Santa hat covering the extra mic stand. You turn toward the soldier sitting proudly in the chair behind and to the right of you. You take two steps and bend over, placing the festive red hat on his head with a kiss to his bearded cheek.

“Now that we have our Santa, I have a few things I’d like to ask for.” The band starts to play Santa Baby to the crowds whoops and applause. 

You give the room your full attention at first. Pouty lips, swaying hips, coquettish smiles as your fingers play with the mic stand. Steve’s eyes are glued to your backside the entire time, pants growing uncomfortable.

You grab the mic and begin to move about the stage as you sing about all the fellas you haven't kissed, with a wink to Thor and Bucky for good measure. Hips moving to the beat as you parade around the stage, dutifully ignoring your Captain. That is until you place yourself on his thighs asking him to come and trim your Christmas tree. 

You words and attention are only for him. The sexual tension you two have been playing with all night is beginning to leak out. The want in your voice as you ask one final time for him to ‘Hurry, tonight.”, is his breaking point. Especially as you slip off his lap and immediately address the crowd.

“Let’s give a round of applause to our wonderful Santa everybody.” The inebriated crowd hoops and hollers, as Steve, having discreetly adjusted himself, stands and takes a bow. As he passes you by, he places a hand low on your hip, giving it a squeeze. All while laying a kiss behind your ear with a low growl and a whispered command of “My office in 5.”

A shiver runs down your spin as he makes his way off stage. Eyes tracking him as he stops to talk to Thor and Bucky. Both men turn to you up on stage, Thor raises his glass with a wink and smug smile, while Bucky mouths ‘Naughty girl.”

“Looks like it’s time for this Songstress to call it a night.” Someone boos in the crowd. “Have no fear, the night is far from over. The house band is more than capable of keeping the party going. You’ll forget about little ole me in no time. For now I bid you adieu. May your night continue on with laughter and joy.”

You give a bow as Sy walks up to the mic. You give his bicep a squeeze and whisper “Knock em dead.” before exiting the stage.

You’re spread out on Steve’s desk, dress hiked up around your waist and the crotch of your fishnets ripped open, back arched as the golden Adonis between your thighs wrenches another orgasm from you with his tongue.

“Just had to tease me, doll.” He plunges two fingers, knuckles deep into your dripping folds. “Don’t think I didn’t notice the little game you were playing with Sharon.”

He crooks his fingers just so, playing with your sweet spongy spot, making you whimper out. “I couldn’t help myself.”

“I know you couldn’t. My naughty naughty girl.” He removes his fingers, leaving you feeling empty. You start to whine until you notice him unbuckling his slacks and pulling out his thick cock.

Your mouth begins to water as you lean forward, licking your lips, wanting a taste. He grabs your throat, pulling your head up. “Uh, uh dollface. As much as I want those pouty lips wrapped around my cock I need to be inside you more. Gotta remind you I’m not going anywhere as my cum slowly leaks out of you the rest of the night.”

As you open your mouth to respond with some kind of sassy retort, he grips your thighs and pulls forward, impaling you to the hilt on his length. You both moan out simultaneously as you adjust to his girth for a moment. A moment is all he grants you.

With an intensity comparable to a feral Bucky, Steve sets a back breaking pace. His strokes are hard and deep, hitting all your sweet spots, turning your muscles to mush in his capable strong hands. He’s so lost in imprinting himself to your body that he doesn't hear the door to his office opening. 

With half lidded eyes you watch as Sharon’s face emerges from the opening, jaw going slack with shock at the act of passion happening in front of her. As Steve grinds his pelvis into your clit after a particularly deep thrust, you lock eyes with the unsolicited blonde voyeur, letting every ounce of pleasure your feeling spring forth from your throat.

He growls out, nipping your neck, still unaware of your visitor. “Fuck babygirl. Squeezing my dick so tight. I can feel you’re close. C’mon. Cum for me. Give your Captain everything so I can fill you up.”

You smirk at Sharon before gripping Steve’s hair and guiding his lips to yours. You ignore the pest still at the door and proceed to grind back against your Captain as you bite his lower lip. It does as you intended and he slams into you harder, desperate to have you coming all over his dick.

You stay lost in each other, as Sharon retreats, quietly shutting the door back. Paying no attention to her surroundings, she runs straight into Bucky.

“Find what you were looking for Sharon?” He asks. “I was trying to find you and let you know that I would get Steve as he would most likely be indisposed. But I guess I was too late. See something you weren't supposed to?”

She swallows and just nods her head.

“Serves you right.” He grits out. “I hope for your sake you’ve finally learned your lesson that Honey isn't going anywhere.” A cruel smile crosses his face. “Knowing you though, I doubt that it has. I’m going to enjoy watching her take you down as you continue to step out of line. Let’s see how long you last this time.”

“He’ll get sick of her soon enough and I’ll be here to give him what he truly needs. A powerful man needs a woman fully devoted to him and only him.” She spits out.

“Keep deluding yourself, agent. You just witnessed how devoted they are to each other.” He shakes his head. “Get the fuck out of here. You’re not worth the hell Honey would give me for ruining her time with her Captain to deal with you.”

She glares at him before walking off down the hall at a brisk pace.

Uncaring of being stealthy, Bucky opens the office door and enters. He is there but a minute, listening to you come undone, before Steve is losing himself inside of you as you cling to him like a koala. His dick instantly hardens wanting to come out and play.

“Is there something I can help you with Buck?” Steve pants out, unwilling to pull himself for your warmth.

“I was just popping in to let you know Tony is asking for you. It’s time for speeches or whatever.” He replies.

You run your fingers through Steve’s hair as his head lays on your chest. “You run into Sharon in the hall or was she long gone by the time you made it here?”

Steve pushes himself up. “Why would he run into Sharon?”

“Ah, so she didn’t go unnoticed afterall." Bucky chuckles. "I caught her trying to sneak back to the party. Literally ran right into me after she shut the door.”

“What’s going on?” Steve queries. 

“Sharon came looking for you and found you ravaging me instead. I’m surprised you didn't hear the door open with your Super Soldier hearing.” You answer.

He starts to laugh. “Good. I hope she enjoyed the show.”

You slap him on the back. “Scoundrel. What am I going to do with you? How would the world respond, knowing that their golden boy can be such a pervy asshole?”

“As long as I’m your pervy asshole, I don’t care.” He kisses your collarbone.

“Alright Stevie.” Bucky speaks up. “Get yourself cleaned up before Tony comes looking for you himself. Sooner we get this done with, the sooner I can get my dick wet.” He winks at you.

“Selfish Beast.” You tease him as Steve pulls out, He scoops any of his spend that’s leaked out onto his fingers and pushes them back inside you making you moan out.

“I’m gonna enjoy knowing I'm slowly leaking out of you the rest of the night.” He makes you lick his fingers clean. “Let’s see how long it takes before more is added shall we.”

“You go on ahead.” Buck calmly states. “I’m contributing my claim now. Hope you don't mind me using your office.”

“Just don't do anything stupid while I’m gone.” Steve responds as he opens the door and heads out into the hall.

“How can I, when you’re taking all the stupid with you?” Bucky shouts back, before locking the door behind him and making his way over to your still spread thighs.

“You are not nearly ruined enough for me to allow you out of here.” He circles your throat with his flesh hand. “Let me rectify that.”

[thegeminisage]

oh boy it IS. tng update time. tonight, just under an hour ago, we finished watching "chain of command" parts i & ii. i'm not differentiating between them even though one had. WWWWAY more nudity than the other. hey did you guys know tng can occasionally pop the FUCK off

to me this episode felt like a backdoor pilot to ds9 which we will be doing tomorrow because it had cardassians in it and basically the only thing i know about ds9 is that gay cardassian that wants to fuck the doctor. and he's like the definition of the predatory gays/predatory gaze joke from what i have seen from gifs. so i was expecting like, some minor cardassian shenanigans and mild flirtiness

holy shit.

like girl when i tell you my tits got blown clean off

normally i complain there's too much downtime and technobabble in tng. there was not an OUNCE of fat on this episode. from start to finish we went at 500mph

like, we open with the guy taking away picard's command. and you're like oh no a demotion! but then it's COVERT OPS and also a suicide mission???

and the guy who takes over is a war-mongering bastard with a dubya accent idk how they predicted that in 1992 but GREAT job. i really loved to hate him, and one of my only nitpicks with this episode is that he didn't get more of what should have been coming to him

we acted this episode. will riker grinding his teeth every time he spoke to this guy. deanna's worried looks. beverly feeling guilty for leaving picard behind. i was actually complaining about patrick stewart not emoting when she was stuck in that little hole but now i understand. he had to save it for the FUCKING payload

ROLE REVERSAL FOR THE WOMEN. deanna got to wear a real uniform and beverly got to flirt her way out of a Situation. i love deanna's uniform, even if it is too tight around the chest. i think that's preferable to it being too tight around her crotch and leading to the horrific c*melt*e situation (sorry to say it like that). her hair also looked great this ep. so did bev's weirdly??? women's rights.

data didn't have much to do in this episode except accidentally give geordi more work which made me sad but it WAS wild to see him in a red shirt. i'll miss him until it's time to watch tng again

the little infiltration was charming. worf and beverly teasing each other about heights and bats. even the cave-in. picard getting left behind because worf tried to hold the door open like that guy in narnia and got SHOT.

i loved the guy who was doing the peace talks. he had the most unsettling horrific smile i've ever seen in my life. STAN a legend.

truly though even though i enjoyed the first half of the episode and thought it was solidly watchable the second half is what elevated it into mind blowing territory.

and like first of all it must be said: picard buck ass naked. computer show me image

i want you to imagine that you are 1. profoundly sleep deprived 2. have been complaining about the lack of sex in this show for six and a half seasons 3. do not find this man remotely physically attractive 4. AND the only thing you know about cardassians is gifsets of the guy from ds9 wanting to fuck the little doctor guy 5. you are PROFOUNDLY sleep deprived. only then can you imagine a fraction of the depths of my hysteria

i actually laughed so shrilly and loudly discord MUTED me cathy was like youve been silent for like 30 seconds are you still THERE. i laughed so hard i quite literally cried. we had to pause it for ten entire minutes. not even because it was funny i was just like. SHOCKED.

THEY REALLY WENT ALL IN ON THIS. it was like something out of a fanfic. a BAD fanfic. like those whump fics where guys get captured and made into sex slaves. EXCEPT PATRICK STEWART WAS ACTING!!!!! like it got SO SERIOUS so QUICK

i just now skimmed an article that said patrick stewart himself did research on torture and also went all in ie filming nude fr. the dedication came through in the work i wish tng could be like this always

bro like. the part where he could have walked out but thought bev was still captive. the part where he was was like YOU'RE SIX YEARS OLD AND YOU CAN'T HURT ME. when he got the torturer to call him by his real name. when he ate the live worms or whatever they were i couldn't look. when they got to talking about that guy's daughter. like we literally got the best of both worlds. picard reverse uno'd him at every turn and kept his wits about him and then in the end he BROKE ANYWAY

THERE ARE FOUR LIGHTS, BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!

i was like. oh my god.

listen to me when he said it i was a little disappointed. i could see in his face given another 30 seconds he would have said five. i said OUT LOUD to catherine they should have showed us a shot of five lights and then had him say four anyway. but him saying four defiantly was still so so so good

BUT THEN. AT THE END. when he was like. deanna. i said four, but i saw five

THAT'S THE THESIS STATEMENT OF THE EPISODE. THAT TORTURE DOESNT GIVE YOU INFORMATION JUST WHAT THE TORTURER WANTS YOU TO SAY

AND THEN THEY JUST ROLLED CREDITS.

AND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! it's so wonderful-awful that that guy KNEW picard was getting release and STILL he felt the need to finish the conditioning, which i assume was meant to get picard to fake-confess to killing 55 men women and children like that one guy said. like, he didn't have time to record that confession. he JUST wanted to break him, and that was all. i bet he thinks about it all the fucking time. the one that got away.

again, i wish dubya knockoff hadn't been responsible for his release. i REALLY wanted riker to do a mutiny. but there just wasn't time. i am still glad riker got to give him shit but like we deserved more comeuppance truly bc he SUCKED SO BAD. also like lmaoooo at ANYONE saying starfleet is a science peaceful organization now. they're warmongers! they're no different from mirrorverse not really

aside from that though it was absolutely flawless. one of the best tng episodes possibly THE best tng episode. i feel so completely satisfied and also grateful that we will be watching ds9 next because going from this to another fucking barclay episode (the next tng one) would ruin me. i need TIME!!!

TOMORROW: ds9's "emissary," parts 1 & 2 !!!

we're going in release order, so now our watch schedule will look something like...

two at a time. that's gonna mess us up for "birthright" but we'll cope somehow

[toodleloos]

“do I look different?”

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A question ive heard from almost everyone ive known. Including myself. They look in a mirror, dreading the way they look. The way they sound. The way they act.

But how could a kid possibly hate how they look?

“I’m too skinny. im too fat. I wish I was brunette. Or maybe blond. I wish I had curls like her, I wish my hair was straighter than a ruler.”

“If I throw myself on a field, waving my abs around. Am I macho? Or cool? Call a gay kid a slur? Maybe it’ll hide my obvious interest in men.”

Highschoolers are fake. The hallways? Filled with drama, and chaos. The moment I turned 13 I knew my life was over. I had to care about being cool, or liking this or liking that or liking her. Sometimes my head hurts because he’s so handsome, and she’s so gorgeous.

“Just don’t be gay. That’s weird.”

I’m weird.

Change your hair. Fix your attitude. Why do you dress like that? Your stupid. Your fat. No, you’re skinny. Oh fuck, now you’re fat and stupid!

But.

Have you eaten lately?

“You look different now.”

“You’re different.”

I know im different. You remind me. They remind me.

I look around at my classmates. Blonde, brunette, black, white, tan. Girls, boys, trans guys and girls.

Why the fuck does it matter if she screwed that guy? Or if he lost his virginity. Why does it matter if that girl wants to be a guy? Or that guy wants to be a girl?

There is so much hate.

We’re only kids. we can’t be kids forever. Don’t you listen to your parents? Enjoy your youth. Don’t cause drama. You say you listen, yet there are still huge numbers in suicide cases for teenagers. And what are the teachers doing? The parents? Adults that are supposed to protect us from this.

Keep us safe.

“I can’t stop crying. I’m so hungry but mom says I’ll be skinny soon.”

Why is it that we revolve everything around weight? Let me give you an example. A mother has twins. They’re healthy. One just.. puts on a little more weight. Instead of helping, do you know what her mother says?

“You’re so fat.”

And it starts. The disorder. Yes, she loses weight. Becomes “popular” with the girls and the jocks and she’s finally happy?

Throwing up your food makes you happy?

You can have so much sex. Drink so much booze. Smoke a shit ton of weed. But let’s face the facts.

we’re just kids and the world is laughing at us.

Don’t you remember? Climbing up on daddy’s lap, laughing, unaware of the cruel ass world. But— even then. We were so mean.

“I know my dad, do you?”

“My mom said your dad cheated on your mom and left. Hah! So funny!”

“My mom and dad said they loved eachother, so why do they fight?”

“My dad hit me last night. He said it was an accident. He smelled funny.”

“My mom looks at me weird after dad left.”

“I don’t see my parents much.”

I don’t think they notice, they shape our lives. They just like to criticize and criticize. And when we break. They yell at us and break us down. Like we’re the ones in the wrong.

“Depression isn’t real.”

“Teenagers are so exhausting.”

“So dramatic.”

“It’s not a big deal.”

To them, we are nothing if we complain. If we feel pain, or cry, or hurt. We’re dramatic because we never went through their struggle. Oh no. It’s not like we’re a whole new generation. No! We’re just dumb kids.

I don’t blame them. Their parents weren’t exactly uh.. stable. So they grow around this hate, pass that hate to us. And they wonder why we hate coming home. Why we HATE hearing,

“oh your just like your dad! You look so much like your mom!”

I spend hours. Changing myself. Taking nice pictures.

hey. I think I like this guy.

I should totally go for it, right?

They date. Everything was bliss. Then a random text.

“Hey, can you send?”

What? Send what?

“Nudes. Duh.”

I’ve never done that. she says.

“Don’t be a fucking baby.”

I’m with family.

“Just go in your bathroom.”

she did it of course. We all want validation. We crave it. Even if it will kill us. I don’t get the appeal.

I don’t get the appeal of being an asshole. Forcing yourself onto people, forcing them to vape or send weird pictures or.. kill themselves. Just don’t be a dick!

Be a kid.

I’m tired of the voices screaming at me, saying I suck. I’m an idiot.

I know!

They call me names, I go home and.. the feeling swallows me up. It’s the same thing over and over again. The same cycle. I’m tired of it! I want to be different! I want to look different.

why can’t I be DIFFERENT?!

I feel panic swallow me whole. The only thing I can hear is my ac wind blowing. Everything else is gone. And im.. okay.

Moral of the story? Be kind.

Oh! One last thing. I just need an opinion.

“Do I look different?”

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[lnkedmyheart]

Nah cause I said some of the gayest shit as a teen. Like I'd be over here bitching about having boobs but then I'd be like "i like them on other girls but I dont want them". Bitch, you liked other girl's boobs cause you are GAY! And I ended up basing every original character on this one anime character who was often confused as a boy. And my OC would ALWAYS be attractive to girls even when there would be no romance in the story because they made such a convincing boy. And we all know baby's first few OC's are almost always self inserts of some kind. And I would be like, "I admire the female form in a purely artistic way" cue my fuck ton of nsfw and sfw drawings of women and their bodies in nude or skin tight fits highlighting the swells and dips. And then someone recommended using aesthetic porn screenshots to practice bodies and how they interact as a joke and in my drawings all the women would be super detailed with HOURS of work put into it and the dude would be this ugly ass blob of colour and pencil smears cause I couldn't be arsed to actually put effort into the dude.

And all of this AFTER I had my first bunch of kisses with a girl and got all giggly about it. Waaaaay before I even knew about the concept of sexual orientation. And when this really snobby chick asked me if I didn't have a boyfriend because I was a lesbian as an insult I actually had to take some time to think about it despite knowing they were being mean and my response was "I don't think so". Like???? Bitch your 1739583618404726294272927sketches of women would like to disagree????

This isnt even 20% of the shit I did. I was so fucking slow and this shit is so embarassing.

[scurvgirl]

The VMA fashion this year was so bad I have to talk about it. Under the cut for length. If you liked the fashion this year, feel free to move on. Also, this is about the FASHION and NOT the people. And these are just my personal thoughts - I am very much just someone who casually enjoys fashion but damn. I have THOUGHTS right now.

Nicki Minaj in Dolce & Gabbana.

This isn't 100% hideous because waist up, it's beautiful - the viel and the bustier are lovely. Waist down is a different story. The panty is so boring and then the V to mid-thigh seam is just...SO BAD. SO SO BAD! It looks like a cheap, grandma curtain. There are four different lace patterns here and they're not blending well at all. The color is nice on Nicki's skin but I cannot look away from those seems, they are so so bad.

Taylor Swift in Versace

Girl I am so sorry they did this to your boobs. They look lopsided and just...bad. Otherwise, this is a really boring black dress. the buttons are...there I GUESS. But the rushing looks so frumpy around her right hip and it's just...bad.

Cardi B in Dilara Findikoglu

This would be 100% better with 66% less skirt. As it is, it looks EXTREMELY uncomfortable and the balance of this kind of material to skin is off for me.

Doja Cat in Oscar de la Renta

This isn't fucking fashion. I don't care if it's Oscar de la Renta, this looks like she walked through one of those bagged spiderweb things you get for your bushes on Halloween. Just because your tits are out and you're wearing nude shoes and a thong and your head is shaved doesn't mean that everything you put on your body is fashion. This isn't against Doja Cat, this is just...not fashion. There is nothing inspiring about this.

Megan Thee Stallion in Brandon Blackwood

We've seen this. It's not bad, Megan looks great. But it's boring.

NSYNC

Isn't the point of coming out of the closet to embrace your true gay self and to make sure your fellow boy bandmates don't dress poorly? I mean, this is just...sad.

Charlie D'Amelio in Shushu/Ton

I actually don't mind the dress, but the hair with it is just...and the pose...something feels sinister here. Janelle Monae could have rocked tf out of this but instead we get this.

Sofia Carson in Alexandre Vauthier

Alright sequined Cookie Monster, come through. I see you. The color is great, I like the play on small to big sequins, but the design of the bottom half is bizarre to me. They look like dragonborn legs meets harem pants.

Bebe Rexha

Girl, why'd you hot glue a horse tail to your ass?

Karol G in Ashi Studio

I actually like the dress and coat (contrast to Doja's, there is structure and interest to this beyond just using Karol's body). I'm just putting this here because it is clearly so heavily inspired by Kylie Sonique Love. The doors she has opened.

Quincy Combs

The depressive state of men's fashion in one photo. Just...ugh.

Nicky Hilton wearing something a middle aged mom in Dillards would see and go "Kaylee!! This is so cute!"

Jennifer Aydin

Wearing something you pick up on the Jersey Shore for a shotgun wedding.

JT in Mirroir Palais

Someone help my fellow big tittied girl, if she takes a breath, those puppies are breaking loose. Dear designers - please fit thine cups properly. Girl is slightly hunching too to keep it together. Yeesh. (Love those shoes though)

Kaliii

What is with this trend of cutting at the mid-thigh? It's terrible! It's disjointed, confusing, and not in a good way. I am all for fashion that is just WEIRD, I'm here for it. But this isn't that, this is seriously trying to be pretty and it's just not. Also, girl, there is a better shade of orange out there for you, get something with a dash more red so it doesn't wash you out.

Not all the fashion was this bad. So here are some notable wins in my book.

Prince Derek Doll - understood the fucking assignment. This is stunning!! I WISH they had dropped the designer's name because they deserve recognition.

The Warning. I don't know who you are but I am gay and no immune to latex vampire dress vibes and chunky heels. You look great and I'm gay, so gay.

Maneskin because fuck gender, I'm gay, and YEEEEEEES.

Shensea. This gives me huge Him vibes from the Power Puff Girls and I am HERE for it. I love everything here, there's camp with the tiny bag and the glasses, sexiness, and just overall FUN. It's great.

Chris Olsen. I think men need to dress like this more often. If we're gonna see lady tits, I also wanna see man tits.

Coco Jones in Moschino. I love the early 2000s R&B vibes, the sleekness, the overall vibe - just great.

All photos are from E!online

[barbiebuttnaked]

Not Lesbian I’m a boy, Silly Lady’s begging with this New Hobbie trying Best way discriminated by all stars people we badge Me, Jess, Esteven, mike wife attacking entire family encouraging white people to hate us, trump can’t do much for me, at this time, I got show the world I’m trying to get f****D because I deserve, get good images to show I have potential in delivering the World new Nude Completely Naked of me in Dad house in my Room battling ppl from death or mental stop much begin called Old & Devil , Gohan In Jail heard people call us lesbian Sharing Room’s that like to Seizer ! Where Good, I still haven’t had Sex yet, where Family Men, trying to save my life looking Stupid is not worth it ! Good Boxer’s Starter Picture, See, my first try On app, it’s only me, no one is taking first picture’s of me, trying to mange on my own while working, real money is hard to earn, looking like a Vitamin again, Careless, discriminated while Blogging about My Ass, Yo, you awake, did you need a fuck boy that helps the faze clan look hotter than me ! I’ma get better & better, in room 30 years old, you sucked my life, females hate my guts for no reason & support uneducated gay people, so racist, I need anal for my health & life style, No one’s loved me, my family & brothers, Check out my Naked Ass, I never really had a clue about getting success when I was young, I never had a chance, guys still use me to whip there sins depositing there worst to destroy my family, making about Barbie the vegeta boy, you want slutty ugly disrespectful to Americans eyes making me the Bad Guy, getting your revenge, erasing me from my familys world 🌎 making you good example, while the Bum, keeps missing out on family & life, Slaughter by Drugs making My Ass the Worst undesirable to the World #BoxersBriefs #2024 #beginnerModel #Newbie #decent #sexyCombinedCute

[joshrgomez]

I want to show Juju I can be a great guy friend. I can be Taty’s boyfriend and I appreciate her talking about birth control, her childhood and beliefs, and I love that she let me flirt with and and slowly started flirting with me. I won’t make PDA too much for the sake of her image. She looks good.

Kailyn doesn’t look bad even if things go bad. I think her boyfriend is going through some crisis cause some guy killed himself. Had NOTHING to do with them. Can’t think that way either. I can tell he wants to grow up. He’s being a little immature. Needs to grow up. If he was about his family not his boys. He’d be more about his hot ass girlfriend and less about what his gay friends think about someone selling nudes 3-4 years ago. Fucking joke. Anyway I gotcha. He ain’t gonna cheat. Especially if he’s being a bitch about that. Needs to grow up. All I’ll say. That’s his battle no one else’s. Hope he heals. That’s what I offer as taty’s boyfriend/juju’s friend

[meltedhershey]

Keep Calm and Think About Candy... Perv.

Spooky Month - Paired Chara X OC

Warning(s):

This takes place in November.

Lewd references with food...

Mostly in Kevin’s view -

Implied sexual activity.

Religious Offense.

Trans-Masc character.

Painfully horny.

Gay thoughts.

Monster fucker level of simpery.

A scary amount of K’s was used.

Implied child abuse.

Excessive color coding.

plus + headcanons.

*cross-posted on ao3 and wattpad for sillies.*

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X-Friday--CandyClub-x

9:20 PM

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Kevin stood at the back door, struggling to drag in multiple candy crates. He fell backward onto his ass, and he sat there for a minute or so, cursing about the crates, the lack of staff here, and his sexual urges. Kevin wasn't the only person in here. His boss hired another smuck, happy-go-lucky and such.

However, the kid wasn't listening to any of that. He wasn't listening to anything at all in fact. Thanks to that whacky ass headset he's wearing. Kevin got up from the tiled floor and dusted off his pants, he returned to the crates, finding the lightest box he can carry. He threw it on the counter and dug through the candy display for a set of pliers and a hammer. The crate was opened.

Kevin skimmed through the candy, ranging from bars, bags, and boxes. "Oh great..." The candy was sealed in holiday-themed wrapping. Kevin cringed hard at the ridiculously bright green and red striped boxes, he huffed as a mist of anxiety ran a train through his airways.

That fucking poster... He thought back on his childhood and early teens, his parents would keep up a Krampus poster over his bed while he slept. To ensure that the youngin would stay on his best behavior until the end of Christmas, even if he was past the age of nine. Kevin wasn't a problem child, his parents were only eccentric Christians, and they didn't have much to do with him. He'd get anything he wanted if he tried asking, and had a single thought of what he wanted.

Unmistakably, Kevin didn't believe in holiday mascots like that, his bubble burst before he could even pronounce "isosceles". Ma just couldn't let go of the fact that her baby boy was becoming a man. Over time Kevin would start to remember bits and pieces of his childhood. At the age of six, his grandfather told him something that he would never forget. "God is always watching you." Pappy didn't bother to clarify when and how often the infamous "Sky Daddy" would be watching the little sprout. "While I'm sleeping? When I'm taking a wiz? When I'm kissing my future wife?" Now with this fear embedded into the young lad's head, there he was... Krampus, that gorgeous bastard.

Krampus would hang around in his room for the rest of November and December. He always watched Kevin. As he would go through his normal routine as an angsty teenager... Dressing, eating, sleeping, doing homework, and masturbating. "It's just a poster, a dusty, old poster... It can't see me, it doesn't talk, and it can't see me." Kevin thought of something clever to help him over his newly formed fear! Doing the one thing he loves most. Masturbating...

It backfired tragically. Under the impression that his mother and father would be outside of the house for longer he decided to conquer his fear. Sadly, that blew up in his face... Kevin found Krampus to be attractive, and he wasn't the only person to know that. His mother and aunt barged into his room and caught him squatting over the poster, in the nude...

This resulted in him getting kicked out of the house and being forced to stay with his grandmother and grandfather. He scared his mother so badly, she was convinced he was possessed, and his father could care less about the boy. Kevin was classified as queer by his father. Ah... Memories... It's something to laugh at now. Kevin steadied his focus back on working with three things on his mind. He rubbed his hand which was once stained with bloody whip marks.

Restocking this candy, finding someone good to replace his fleshlight image, and... Scoring a date with a certain someone to prevent the repetitive process of using a fleshlight, wasting baby gravy, and dispelling Krampus permanently aka, GETTING LAID. Gross... I feel like one of those horny frat guys, only I'm not drunk off my ass with the intention to violate an innocent person.

Whatever he's thinking about, it isn't very appropriate for a workplace setting. Kevin held his jaw as he stretched his neck, eyeing the recruit hard, and marveling at his features. The newbie was the same as Kevin, only taller, and more sociable. Rarely slouched, smiled more often, and knew exactly when and what to say to the cops.

He didn't seem to remember his partner's name, Kristin was all that came up... He could’ve sworn that they preferred a different name. "Hey, Kris! You wanna sample some of this new candy before I pack it all away?" He wears braces, shouldn't be but he's chewing gum right now. I'll nag him about that later.

It's a little new, I'm not supposed to do it at all, but I ask him to sample some of the new products with me. That's just my way to control my sweet tooth, and if I get caught Kris is with me. Kris is always down to do it, he stays nice for the night, and I get something out of it. Kristin kicked around his dustpan as he swept the floor, chewing gum and humming a song with those giant yellow headphones on his head. He can't hear me... Why did it take so long for me to realize that?

"Kris!" Kristin stopped suddenly, he turned back to the grunt at the countertop with a half smile. Peeling his headset off to rest on his shoulders. "What's up, Kev?" The man smiled a little bit, tipping off his hat to scratch his hair. Kristin's eyes got wide, "You have a mullet? Awww, and that fade is so cute!" Kristin stepped to the counter, holding his broom behind him. Kevin had a hand over his face, he giggled like an idiot. "Th...thanks for noticing..." *pssst... he can't blush.*

Kevin creepily admired his co-worker Kristin from behind his counter. He grew breathless and wheezy at the very sight of the young man, watching him dance with the broomstick as he spun in a small circle. He held a damp lemon-scented towel, squeezing it on the beat with his partner's shuffling.

Kristin's fluffy loud tri-colored brown and orange hair shined in the flickering light of the candy store. Kevin couldn't stop himself from staring. Kristin turned back at him, with a half-open eye, focused completely on sweeping up dirt and plastic scraps that littered the pink/white checker-tiled floor.

Kevin's low tired eyes scanned the boy endlessly. He kept tiny notes on Kristin's details, making degrading comparisons of himself. What if I had dyed my hair like his? I'd probably give people another reason to call me the "candy boy". He thought to himself with an annoyed tone, pink or red, those were one of the colors he'd pick. He caught a peek at the double-ended mirror sitting on the end of the counter, poking at it with his fingers. It beamed on him, and Kevin jumped at his reflection. He wasn't confident when it came to his looks, he could care how little everyone cares or says something, blanking out and ignoring the word and obvious signs, he shrugged it off. Removing his hat and pointing the mirror back to himself, he sighed.

Kevin's hair is black, and can sometimes look blue in the light. Styled into a wavy shaved mullet, he kept that little pompadour with it, smothered underneath his ridiculously, yet, fitting work cap. Small strands of hair are parted into two sections that overhang, like large fangs past a set of lips or an overbite.

He's wearing his normal work attire. Blue jeans, a white buttoned t-shirt with one pink stripe on the arms of the shirt, paired with a pink long sleeve and black overshirt, sneakers too.

Kevin wasn't trying to get caught looking into his partner and down, but he couldn't help it. His skinny hourglass figure, wide hips, rounded ass, and dual-colored eyes. Kris had the features of a woman, of course, Kevin wouldn't care, that's just another reason for him to be so... He's not gonna get far, and he isn't a judgemental piece of shit. His pitch-black eyes mirrored to Kris's brown and blue eyes.

The boy's hair is styled into a simple frizzy wolf cut, and fluffy tufts of hair rest at his shoulders and the back of his neck, over his eyes acting as blunt bangs. His hair looks close to honey, minus the white streak down the fringe. Honey don't mould so we don't know what that means. Kris wears the same uniform as Kevin, only with green/striped sleeves to resemble a spearmint candy cane and black sneakers with tiny character charms on the lace loops.

Kevin doesn't blush as much as he did before. It's like his body just rejected that command. For, he has a difficult time telling apart his fondness for romantic attraction. Kristin did seem to be his type. Tall, androgynous, freckled, smooth talker, tanned, silly, kind-hearted...

Kevin lowered his hand, and moved a platter of candy at the tall boy, then pulled a napkin from his pocket forwarding it to the kid. "Oh, for me? Don't mind if I do." Kristin swiped the napkin from Kevin's hand, his fingertips grazing at the pale man's palm. He spat his wad of chewed gum into the napkin, before helping him to some candy. "What are these called? I can't see the label too well." Kevin looked at his hand. "Cackle, and Fruit Stripe." The cackle is a chocolate bar filled with nuts and cream, it wasn't very fun to Kevin. Shit, neither was the fruit stripe. It only lasted for a moment, eating six of those is equal to six minutes. If I wanted to strain my jaw, I'd practice licking 🐱 for an hour straight.

Though Kev's not a fan of chewing gum, the Cackle irked him more. He hated it, what made him hate it more was the awkward helmet at the tip, the abnormal size, and its tendency to wack people in the mouth. There was a wide variety of shapes and sizes, but that didn't make it any better.

When you have them all out at the same time, vanilla appears less intimidating than the rest. Maybe it wasn't the candy's odd shape, maybe he just hated the idea of putting something phallus shaped in his mouth. Might it be jealousy, from never experiencing the feeling for himself? The world may never know! "Ohh, those? It's been ages since I've had a Cackle." Kristin unwrapped it hastily with a giant smile, Kevin had to turn away once it was out. I swear, those things are for food fetishists. I don't know anybody who'd be willing to stick that in their mouth, and it has the nerve to spurt the second it goes in. No, thanks... "Mhmm... It's so thick and smooth, and there isn't a single bump along the shaft." He's doing this on purpose now. Kevin glanced back at Kristin, he nearly broke his jaw trying to process his shock. The candy bar was separating from his lips, partially melted and bitten in.

A disproportionate amount of cream seeped from the opening and ran down his fingers. Kristin swallowed the first bite of the candy down, now holding his tongue out and swiping it over the cream-filled nub. Kevin shivered, leaning further into the counter with crossed legs, come next by a loud thud, the candy boy fell to his knees groaning softly. He would give anything to switch places with that thing.

Kristin checked behind the counter, wiping his mouth first. "Shit! Are you okay, Kev?" Kevin stared at Kristin, more cream came down the side of his plump lips. Kevin's eyes rolled into the back of his head, and he let out a moan, dropping his head in the process. "I...i'm fine... Just a leg cramp."

Q: Congratulations, Kevin... You just experienced your first hands-free orgasm, how do you feel?

A: Spiderman after No Nut November, premature, sticky, and salty...

"Oh, that's awful. Do you need me to do anything for you, Kevin?" Kristin asked sweetly. He leaned over the counter for a better look, Kevin went stiff and froze with his hands over his crotch. Kristin flinched slightly, "N-no... I'm alright, thank you." He mumbled. Kris giggled. "Whatever it is, I'll handle it." Kevin glanced at Kris, with soft brown eyes. He felt trapped, there is no way for him to stand and cover himself up.

"I can't keep hiding this... You'll laugh at me for it anyway..." Kris reached for Kevin's hand, pulling him up off the ground with ease. His eyes wandered past the belt, inciting a squeaky laugh from the boy. "Pffft... You're hard? Oh... Ohhh, I'm sorry! I didn't realize how close you were paying attention to me. I guess that's my fault." Not what I expected. Kris rubbed his head. "No, don't!"

"I insist! It's my mess." The boy got down on his knees and crawled to Kevin. "N-no... You don't have-..." Before the man could react, his trousers and briefs had been settled at his ankles. This is so taboo. Is this secretly a porno? If so, I better be getting paid for it.

"Wait, hold on... How old are you?" That's a little too late to be asking. "Hehe, you're timing is awful, but what should I expect from some mook who jizzed his pants." Kevin facepalmed, and Kristin clicked his tongue. "I'm legal silly, and that better not make you go soft."

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Headcanons -

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considers thyself trans fem, *doesn’t really know how to express. represses. doesn’t mind she/her alongside standard he/him. attempts light makeup every now and then...*

Spends free time practicing oral sex. *his jaw really hurts, but it's for the ladies! et dudes and others...*

Has religious trauma. *isolation, paranoia, lack of self-esteem. often rethinks life decisions, and declares themself as an atheist but ironically delves back into Christianity, some internalized trans/homophobia. is confused about their own morals.*

Likes Rap-Metal *to some extent...*

Listens to Hip-Hop, Nu-Metal, Spanish Punk, Industrial, and Electronica.

Cries to Amy Winehouse. *repeats In My Bed, and sings the scat parts very loudly in the car...

Nearly broke hip to Teena Marie. *Tried too hard to be somebody’s Lovergirl.

Rocks unnecessarily hard to Tiny Tim. *can play the ukulele.

Hates musicals. *Little Shop of Horrors and The Wiz is the exception...*

Enjoys masturbation + does it often. *Mon - Thurs.*

Pansexual *that’s canon, lol*

Disapproves of authorities. *he’s mistakenly taken an officer’s gun.*

Had a punk “phase”, specifically Horror Punk. *disguised as Christian Punk for his mom’s sake... actually took it seriously.*

Horror Fan. *Candy Man, Dr. Giggles, Christine, Cat People, Scream, Night of the Living Dead, Carrie / Heavily despises remakes.

Vinyl Collector.

Loves Grandma.

Favourite colour is Pink. *all shades, including the bad bitch ones.*

Owns more than a fleshlight. *that’s not a typo.*

Moby Collector. *that means penis...*

Switch. *heavily depends on his mood...*

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