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[totentnz]

@streetkid-named-desire

bea is currently trying to break into VS' flat

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𝜗𝜚 BIG BOOOYS!

☆ sum. it's cuffin’ seasooon, and now you’ve got a reasooon to get…stuffed? toji, sukuna, choso, geto, nanami, gojo.

warnings. fem! reader, BIG BOYSSSS like the sza skit song, unprotected, manhandling, dad bods (toji / nanami), size kinks, tf! sukuna, boxer! geto, spīt, full nelson, mating press, dp (sukuna), overstim, dirty talk, praise, marathons, p spanks, hair pulling, breedīng, this got kinda … long LOL sry.

an. will t*mblr let me post thisss …. ¯\_(ᵕ—ᴗ—)_/¯

✩ ˛˚ . NANAMI KENTO.

“honey,” nanami warmly purrs, his body weight hovering right over yours. you’re met with the most softhearted eyes, watching cloudy puffy pants leave his mouth. you’d just rode nanami for countless hours nonstop, and with ruffled blond strands sticking to his face, he looked oh so feral for you. your eyes rover down toward his abdomen - so plump ‘n round, and you felt yourself throb the more you gawked at the vertical strip of his blond happy trail that ran down his chest. “hah- you want me to . . fold you like a chair? that sounds kind of painful, no?”

“ken, ‘s okay,” you reassure him, a hand sensually rubbing down his cushiony soft-padded abs. nanami was as soft as an oversized teddy bear, and he was always gentle with you during intimacy. you moan, feeling his split reddish tip gently smear a sloppy slope down your sopping entrance before he pauses to let you finish speaking. “y.. you can be a little rough. i can take it.”

nanami combs a hand through his hair before a coy simper tug at both corners of his thin pink lips. “okay, if that’s what my pretty wife wants- then. .” and you let off a jittery whimper once you feel his big hands start to gingerly shove both of your knees to your chest. his touch was forevermore tender, and nanami hoarsely groans as he watches your limbs gradually extend back. “i’ll . . stretch you,” he grumbles, a sandy brow of his furrowing once he starts to align his leaky cockhead once more. you’re throbbing, salivating from the mouth once the pointed crowns of your knees meet against your bare squishy breasts. leaning in, nanami’s just a few sultry centimeters apart before he sensually licks near your bottom lip. “hold onto me, sweetheart. ‘s gonna get a bit . . bumpy.”

once you’re laid flat on your back, nanami’s tubby tummy hovers over your entire frame. murky huffs of air shoot past his lips once he grabs ahold of your wobbly ankles. you’d already had your pretty laced panties shoved to the side, and oh how soaked you were. “naughty girl,” he huskily grunts, casually starting to rub his wedding ring against your folds. slow. . romantic strokes were all you felt. it lasts for a long few seconds, and he’s just smearing the frigid cold band of the ring around your bawling cunt before he finally gets to the real thing.

nanami grabs ahold of your legs—softly shoving them further into your chest. they meet against your bouncy tits and you moan, feeling the plump head of his cock greet your slobbering cunt with wet, slimy kisses of its own. the noises . . they were so damn loud, and you were already throbbing the more he teased you from just his full-sized tip alone. “ngh, ‘ken. don’t tease me. f.. fuck me,” you whine, another moan leaving from your parted lips the second he’s fully enclosed between your legs. you’re met with his rounded tummy that’s sooo perfect ‘n plump, and nanami’s just inches apart from the button of your nose. time stands still once he finishes aligning his thick cock, unhurriedly inserting himself inside.

oh fuck-

those same two words that ripped out of your whiny larynx repeated past your lips right as he started to ease his way inside. it didn’t take him long to quickly bottom out—and you were folded up like a chair. “s- sooo gorgeous for me,” he lowly groans, blond brows crimping together in needy want. your brief tightness that only lasts for a good three seconds makes nanami suck his teeth. so … damn … good, once he bottoms out all the way, you then hear the bubbly resounding ‘pop!’ that alerted you both that he was fit reaaaal nice ‘n snug. “god, the things you do to me, sweetheart.”

nanami tended to ramble mid-fuck, just spouting a bunch of nonsense against the shell of your ear. with barred, bare hands, he’s making sure your legs stay at the folded position you’re at. his cock’s just so fat though, and your eyes were almost cartoonish—widening like saucers at the precise moment he curves his way through that exact pathway of your cunt that makes you squeal. nanami’s sculptured hips drill into you ferociously, and his body that pounded on top of you after each impactful stroke was just so soft. you’d never get over it—he was like an actual plushie teddy bear.

sluggish arms of yours wrap around him, filling his entire ear canal with your continuous whimpers before he groans. “kento, fuuuckk- fuck!” you’d moan, feeling the bed frailly dip from both pounds of jerking weight.

pap after pap after pap, nanami’s stuffing you full with each mouth-watering inch, and your pussy constantly decided to torture you with its dramatic spasms and fluttering. filled to the very hilt, nanami’s making sure your insides got every single part of him.

he’s groaning, trying his hardest not to crush you with his weight. every few seconds, he’d cup your face with two sweaty palms before slowing down with a timid cunt-drunk grin. whispering out a shaky, “hah- you okay, sweetheart? ‘m not crushin’ my sweet girl, am i?” he’d lovingly caress a thumb across your face, acting as if he wasn’t currently fucking you stupid.

“ ‘m okay,” you’d breathlessly croon out in a sweet throaty tune, almost as if your sweet moans were high notes. nanami was hitting you deep, and with a sloppy pivot of his hips, the angle got even deeper. you’re filling up the four paper-thin walls of the bedroom with your trilling whines, purely engulfed by his loud manly musk. your cunt’s already starting to soak with dewy globs of your juices, even dribbling down your folds and oh it’s comin’ . .

“ken, kentoo—oooh!”

nanami felt his dick twitch inside of you at your dragged-out moan of his name.. but - it wasn’t just a moan—it was a pretty, elongated orgasm that caught you by surprise. his blushing tip was messily kissing your pulsating g-spot, circling all around it while casually feeding your grippy, wet walls. you clung onto him tight with your arms and also your insides. before you knew it though, your high was slowly but surely creepin’ up on you.

“i know- i knowww,” he murmured out of breath, and you could feel him starting to slow down. nanami’s rickety hips were passionate. they were steady, and as you were creaming down his weighty shaft, he planted a kiss on your temple. “thaaat’s it, let go. ‘m right here, kento’s here. i’ll clean you right up, sweetheart.”

his words warmed their way into the key of your heart . . slowly traveling between your legs also to make you throb. you’re whimpering the same repeated chant of his name as your arms were now wrapped around his sweat-glossed waist. nanami chuckles into your neck, and he can feel your arms pull his plump body closer. “mhmm, touch my body all you want, honey,” and you moan, feeling him release the grip on your numb legs. nanami brings his wedding ring toward your teary cunt after he pulled out, giving it one more loving rub. “ ‘m all yours,” he kisses near your lips. “always.”

✩ ˛˚ . SUKUNA RYOMEN.

“keh, you make me laugh, woman,” sukuna grouses, slouching back against his notorious throne as you straddle him. eager ‘n all, you try to align yourself and he grabs your hips firmly with a smug scoff. “you can barely handle one, what makes you think you can handle both of me, hm?”

“ ‘kuna, don’t tease me,” you huff, and he hums once he sees the frustration marinating across your face. cute, sukuna knew you didn’t like being teased but he still enjoyed getting underneath your skin. after all, you were his favorite, and maybe just for tonight . . he’d oblige with your carnal desire to get double stuffed. sukuna folds two of hefty arms behind his broad neck, his other arms occupied by gripping your waist. oh, he looked so priggish. a wolffish grin remains plastered on his lips as he watches you wrap a hand around one of his cocks. they were fuckin’ big, both stacked on top of each other and you moan. “stop lookin’ at me like that.”

sukuna snickers. “heh. my apologies, little one. i’ll look away while you struggle, i guess,” and a fang pops underneath his sinister curled lips once your wet entrances start to slowly kiss against his tips. you’re weeping wet, and you moan with your other arm abruptly tossing around his broad shoulders. you felt your heart’s irregular beats pick up whilst you’re perfectly aligned with both of his thick twinned cocks. with a squelching ‘pop!’ the first one starts to delve inside of your cunt, driving its way past the loose ring of your dripping entrance. “fuuuck, atta girl.” sukuna gravelly grunts, his smugness starting to falter just a bit. as he’s bottoming out, his grip on your hips tighten more. your warmth catches him by surprise—but once you’re taking in his second cock, he smacks together his lips in awe. pink slit brows of his form together into a vexed arch once he growls.

“ ‘s fuckin’ big,” you moan, slightly turning your head to stare at your grinding perked ass. as a few seconds pass, you’re starting to writhe your ass against his lap. successfully, both fat cocks were filled inside each of your gummy orifices. the concise feeling of tightness makes you mewl, feeling sukuna’s overgrown nails gently dig into the plush flesh of your ass cheek. “god, so full ‘kuna, fuuuuck,” you continue to babble, and you already could feel your fluttering tummy starting to giggle with hoards of impatient butterflies. you can’t help but part your lips into a cute ‘o’, nearly drooling once he spanks your ass — his way of encouraging you to ride him faster.

sukuna’s big, and it’s not even about both of his lengthy dicks anymore. he’s a demon, an unruly one that could probably crush you if he wanted. but no . . he had a soft spot for you, an even more softer spot for your sweet, weak pussy. as he sits back against the creaking throne, you gulp, taking in just how big he is compared to you. bloody, ruddy eyes bore back into you as he started to break a cold sweat. “hng, good,” he groans, and you watch as his head gradually starts to fall back.

oh- you’ve got him whipped. once you started up your rocky pace, it was game over.

each towering cock plummets into both of your holes filthy, and the repeated dampened sloshes of your cunt resounded through the walls of his echoey domain. over and over and over. your rhythm starts to get more and more hectic as you progress—and you’re whimpering, continuously feeling one of his swollen tip’s french kiss near your pretty puckering rim. the other one’s messily making out with your g-spot, rudely thrashing its way against that same pulsating target like it was a dart aiming straight for the bullseye. “o- ohhh, fuck. ‘kuna, ‘m not gonna last, ohmygodddd.”

you’re just so full…too full- and before you knew it, you could already feeling your legs preparing to violently snap.

mewling out a sweet, exaggerated ‘oh!’, you end up spraying out a pretty streaming geyser right between your legs. your glossed lips quiver as your awaited high finally comes, whining as you try to continue to swerve your weak hips in gradual arcs. it felt so so good, being plugged full with each of his girthy cocks. fuck, it felt too good that you could almost taste your sudden overwhelming releases on your tastebuds. “fuck, fuuuck,” you whine out in tiny puffs of air, glancing back through fuzzy peripherals to stare back at your ass. honed, sharp fingernails bury into the fat of your bouncy flesh and sukuna snarls at the tasteful friction. “ ‘s good, ‘kuna, ngh!”

“h- heh,” the curse jibes, but even he’s starting to slow down. as your rhythm starts to finally come to a slowing stop, you sheathe your head near his broad chest. sukuna holds you close, quietly snickering at the size difference. you—a mere human, straddling him. it was almost laughable. “you humans are so weak . . so fragile,” he huskily groans, leaning in to pierce his fangs into your neck softly. as if marking his territory, sukuna then licks a stripe up your neck. you’re still stuffed to the very brim, and that’s when he makes you sit up straight. with a disapproving tsk, sukuna crosses all of his arms with a pout like he’s judging you. “cunt’s still too weak though.”

you’re just a babbling mess, the pit of your tummy was in knots as it's still taking in both thickset cursed lengths. from your quavery thighs, it’s a shimmering sap of your precious slick that slithers down between the sprawled crevices of your legs. it’s pretty - and sukuna can’t help but swipe a fat thumb down, getting a taste all for himself. “mhm,” he brings his finger up to his wry compressed lips, savoring your fresh flavor on his spiked tongue. you’re still trying to recollect breaths when the demon softly grabs your chin, boring his cold, scarlet eyes right into yours. “open.”

an overgrown black nail gives the corner of your lips a soft tap and compliantly, you pry open your mouth. sukuna leans in before . . spat! he spits right on the flatness of your pink tongue, hearing you lewdly moan in response. with your flapping lashes nearly blinding your entire view, you could spot that same wolfish grin from an early start to creep against his lips one final time.

“how filthy. my good girl,” and you moan yet again, feeling him press a hand against your tummy — a wee reminder of how stuffed you currently were. “let’s try that again. this time though, i’ll let you ride my stomach tongue, heh.”

✩ ˛˚ . TOJI FUSHIGURO.

“kinkiest shit i’ve ever heard you say, mama,” toji guffaws as his tense shoulders bounce up and down. you couldn’t help but notice the way toji was slowly growing a dad bod, especially after the two of you had another child. he’s still in good shape—and he continued to maintain his usual workouts but fuck, you’d always fawn over his cute round tummy. he’s like a bear, shaggy, chunky, and incredibly soft. every time he’d pound on top of you, his weight would gingerly press into you, rubbing back ‘n forth against your body and you’d just wrap your arms around him. “full nelson, eh? you sure this isn’t the baby fever talkin’ again?”

“tojiii,” you pout, and you watch as he groans the moment you’re aligning yourself on his maddened cream-covered tip. it’s fat - leaking from the top with buttery white droplets of pre. toji reclines back against the couch that sucks his heavy body in as his legs start to spread. once he gets comfy, he looks at you with a sly grin while zeroing his verdant eyes all over your body. “ ‘m sure, i want it,” and you playfully start to run a palm down his bushy hairy chest, stopping at his cute rounded tummy. “want you.”

toji lets out a smoky chortle before pinching a grip near your ass. “alriiight, babygirl. but ‘m not gonna go easy. better hold on tight.”

and oh- toji and full nelson was a deadly combo within itself.

saying he had you stuffed to the max was purely an understatement. one minute you’re on his lap and the next, he’s got you pressed up against his woolly chest with his burly arms pinned up underneath your legs. he’s fucking you silly, plummeting such thick inches inside of your hungry cunt that it makes you see stars. not just stars but the whole damn galaxy. “f- fuuuck, fuck!” you’d gasp, feeling your cunt eagerly twitch at his sudden elastic-like stretch.

toji was strong, and he had no problem lifting you. each time he did, you’d bounce back on his lap, getting stuffed with even more mighty inches of his dick. it’s so wide, he’s merrily caressing through your gummy inner walls before rudely smacking his flushed crownhead against your tender needy cervix. that spot right there makes you shriek, and you can hear toji’s husky laughter from behind the shell of your ear.

“heh- yeah, baby. let me fuckin’ hear ya, take this . . hah, dick like a champ—fuuuck,” and he groans, a single smack of your ass making him briefly bite the inside of his hollow cheek. it’s a lot of weight that’s jerking back against him from you, and toji’s heaving breaths start to get heavier the more your cunt swallows him in wholly..

his virility was unmatched, and toji gave your pretty pussy addictively mean slams until it was squelching out his name. all syllables of it too—

you were loud, especially between your legs which were always toji’s favorite part. “t- tojiii,” you’d whine out his name again, continuously feeling that same caving dip arises near the middle part of your tummy. he’s in so deep, and your back remains to rub against his furry-covered chest. toji’s plump belly was so soft behind you, and the saltiness that started to coat your buds from your incoming release was almost too much to bare. “harder, f- fuck me. ooh! that spot, that f- fuckin’ sp—”

“if i wanted to hear my wife speak i’d ask her talkative pussy instead,” toji grunts, and you let off a bleating whine the second your bare wet cunt’s met with a spank. slap! and the entire sound makes your folds twitch. you moaned, desperately wanting him to do it again. not just once or twice—hell, even thrice. you ached for more of toji’s touch, and he knew that. he knew his wife. you watch as his scarred lips form into a smile, and he spanks your pussy again. “mhm, kinky girl. that turns you on, yeah? ‘course it does. bet if i fuckin’ spat on it you’d go crazy too, hm?”

“tojiii-‘m-gonna-cum,” you whimper out in a quick single second, trying to talk over his rant. you were a bobble head toy, bouncin’ up and down his fat cock. his long girthy inches had you hungry - slobbering from the mouth like a dog for more as he filled you to the very fuckin’ brim. easily, toji’s invading all through your spongy cunt with his thick thighs resting underneath you. your nails cling to his skin like velcro with your mewling whines only pitching louder. “tojiiiii, gonna cu— fuuuck!”

“yeah, i know baby,” he grunts, feeling his balls starting to tighten. toji’s head throws back at the sharp slams of your hips. each time you fall back into his vast lap, his guttural voice drops even deeper. every time it does—you end up throbbing. a cute ‘lil pulse that he always pokes fun at you for. “heh- there’s that cute throb, she’s so fuckin’ needy,” and as your pussy’s squelches cry out even louder, toji growls. “fuck. gonna milk me, s- so good, ‘s that what y’er tryna do?” and you moan, feeling the pad of his thumb ghost down your throat. “want me ‘ta make you a pretty mommy again?”

a whiny, “y-yesss,” slurs out from your glossed lips, and toji snickers. of course. you wanted him to fill you all the way up like always. plug the top until your cunt was just flooded with his hot thick ropes of cum.

and that’s just what he does—toji lets out a gruff groan once he feels himself reaching his limit. with his hips nudging quicker, he grunts at the final punctuating thrust. “f- fuck, take it then. take it like a hah- good girl,” and toji’s plush body underneath you starts to rumble. finally, your legs collapse down from the position they were in once he’s starting to paint the pasty walls of your cunt his whitish color. it’s a lot, ribbons of slick cum that splatter its way throughout the layout of your mottled-covered entrance. “shit,” he swears against your neck, growing quiet to hear the sloppy sounds.

you start to ooze between your thighs, and you moan once toji lifts your leg once more. the bush that glues against his chest hair continued to tickle against your back before you whine. “mhn, atta fuckin’ girl,” he huffs, smearing a thumb down your cunt that’s spitting out any remnants of his gooey seed. it’s hot, drooling down the cracks of your folds that he ends up giving your pussy one more final spank.

“heh, best we start thinkin’ of names again then,” and he nips a soft bite near your ear. “mommy.”

✩ ˛˚ . SATORU GOJO.

he’s the strongest, which also means the strongest in bed.

and satoru’s favorite thing to do was to have you being fucked senseless with your legs gracefully thrown over your head. you’d tease him constantly, saying how since he’s ‘the strongest’, surely, he can’t be the strongest in bed too… right?

wrong,

because that smug ‘lil grin of yours gets wiped off your face almost instantly the second he’s pushing your cute, weak legs over your shoulders. oh- he’d show just how strong he could be, especially underneath the sheets. satoru had stamina for miles, rarely running out of gas and he’d easily steal orgasm after orgasm out of you. after a plethora of pliable positions, you now found yourself laid flat on your back with your legs pinned right behind your head.

“aw! c’mooon, sweets. wanna see how flexible my wife’s pussy can get,” he hoarsely coos, and his playful demeanor slowly vanishes. satoru’s now feral - and he was always feral with you. especially whenever he was stuffed inches deep inside of your sloppy bear-hugging cunt.

you whine, staring up at the white-haired man and he’s still got his blindfold on. it’s halfway on, sexily showing a bit of his right eye as he runs a hand through his tangled frosty strands. satoru’s favorite thing was to manhandle you, toss you around the room ‘n treat your body like a rag doll.

“ ‘toru, fuuuuck,” you’d sob out, the inner pit of your tummy letting off a deep exhale once he’s buried in. the head of his dick’s now thwacking near the hilt, and you’ll never forget the feeling of his long, bulky cock sneakily massaging its way toward your gummy cervix. it’s repetitive, and you’re chewing on your inaudible whimpers at each luscious stroke he gives you. he’s an animal, and each merciless pound makes you trill out his name over ‘n over until your poor, poor vocal chords strain. “don’t stop, p- please. fuck me, fuh— fuuuck.”

“awwwh, my pretty wifey’s so talkative today, especially her too,” he whispers, and you moan once he’s practically laid flat against your bare chest. satoru snakes a hand between your legs, rubbing messy circles against your leaking pussy. a sly grin creases at each corner of his lips as he rubs near your full abdomen. satoru groans, moving his hand toward the middle part of your tummy before softly pressing down - feeling a prodding ‘lil bulge that he knew all too well. “mhm, that’s all me, baby. alllll fuckin’ me.”

your cunt was indeed loud, each sloppy thrust of satoru’s hips whacking into you at full collision makes you gush.

you couldn’t help but soak a portion of his cock with masses of your syrupy slick and it makes him hum. how cute, satoru could even feel your dripping pussy fluttering around his length. he’s thick—and more importantly, he’s fuckin’ big.

satoru’s sweating, and as he continues to hold your legs up over your head, you spot the spasming veins bulging in his arms. beefy, is the perfect word to describe him. every muscle within him flexed whilst he was pounding into you rawly, making sure your greedy cunt always remembered exactly who it belonged to. “mhm, such a pretty girl. gushin’ all on me, think i oughta train thisss—” and he pauses, giving your soddened entrance a playful pat. “—pussy jus’ a bit more, hm? could be a ‘lil stronger, especially since y’r dealin’ with me, baby,” and as he’s talking, he starts to lick near your neck. “fuuuck, ooh i love that fuckin’ grip. nasty girl. mmm, make me just as messy as you, uh huh.”

“fuh— ‘m gonna cum!” you squeak, the intense throbbing between your legs only increases whilst he’s giving you his all with his ragged strokes. into. each hit was more and more ruthless, your head’s spinning, and the beats of your heart only got quicker. you were sure that your pretty glistening slick had his entire cock to the base covered by now. needless to say, you were drenched. satoru even leans upright to your face, snickering once he feels your hands try to pull his blindfold off. “sato—ruuu, cum, ‘m gonna cum.”

“yes, princess i heard you the first time,” he coos, his tone full of smug arrogance. oh, how you wanted to wipe that cocky smirk right off his naturally glossed lips. his appetizing thrusts against you were the definition of straight insanity, and as his hips kept championing at such speedy strokes, you squealed. riiiight there, the mushroomy crown of his cock scraped against the target of your cervix and you nearly go crazy. “ooooh, there it is. there—she—fuckin’ is,” and as his voice grits lower, pausing each stroke to enunciate his sloppy hits against your cunt, it’s almost like he’s talking down to you. but in this case—satoru’s talking down to your cunt, because it’s the only thing he’s staring at.

openly, he snatches his blindfold off and his sparkly eyelashes flap thrice once he makes loving eye contact with your weeping pussy.

“mm, give it to me then, pretty girl. make a fuckin’ mess on me,” and you moan once he pulls your legs up even higher over your head. bringing his sheeny-coated lips up to your ear, he whispers hoarsely, giving your drenched cunt a doubting squeeze. “i dare ya.”

✩ ˛˚ . CHOSO KAMO.

“that?” choso’s eyes widen, hearty irises glued to your phone. you’re showing him some one-minute-long video of a woman getting passionately hammered in what you told him was ‘mating press.’ choso wasn’t new to intimacy, and whenever you recommended new positions for him to try, he’d always get excited. maybe even a bit . . aroused. “o- oh,” and his voice lowly husks, watching at the deeply intimate angles. the woman lay underneath the man and his weight pressed all on her. he was giving her deep and thorough strokes, occasionally giving her sloppy hot kisses in between. choso could feel his heart race as he started to imagine himself doing that exact position to no one other than you.

and he did, because the moment he’s cutely staring at your exposed, nude body underneath him, he can’t help but moan. you’re so pretty, and as he’s feebly trying to align himself, he whimpers.

“mngh, b- baby, ‘s this okay?” and his darkened eyes flicker toward your face. he’s leisurely placing his weight on your body, bringing your legs up to go over his shoulders. glossy, pink lips of his quiver as he feels the weeping wetness of your pussy twitch and drench around his cock. “don’t wanna hah- hurt you, tell me if ‘m too heavy, ‘kay?”

“promise, ‘cho,” you softly coo, your voice as smooth as silk. indeed choso was a tad bit heavy, especially compared to you. he was around a staggering height that’s damn near over feet of six inches tall and he was just looking at you like he was ready to pounce. a needy pout stretches across the thin corners of his lips as he moans, watching openly as your cunt starts to swallow his stoutly pinkish tip. “mmh, that’s it, baby. nice ‘n slow- whenever you’re ready.”

your voice- choso got off from it alone. every sentence that came out of your mouth had him weak. as your legs remained hauled over his droopy shoulders, he’s slowly inserting his cock into your greedy walls. seconds past and it doesn’t take long before wanton whimpers slither their way past your lips. “f- fuck, ‘s fuckin’ warm for me,” choso shudders out a breath, the feeling of your gripping cunt hugging his length tightly sends him shivers. it’s an indescribable feeling that makes his sable-colored brows curl into an arch and within just a few simple thrusts, choso loses it.

within a few rigid beginning thrusts—he gradually starts to get the hang of it. pumpin’ his lanky cock in and out of you as labored breaths snatch from his lungs, he whines yet again. this time though, it’s far louder. you’ve got to cup his face whilst he’s pounding into you rigorously. nearly crushing you with his hefty weight, choso tries to hover a bit over your wet cunt, moaning for the grip as he’s casually rocking back ‘n forth into your warm, welcoming body.

“good boy, f- fuck me, choso- riiight there, mhm!” you’d whine, feeling your eyes starting to dramatically roll and flicker from just his sheer size alone. choso’s cock had such length that it expands allll through you, reading out every area of your cunt like a map. it knows the exact layout, all the secret crevices, and angles to locate and once he reaches there . . you’re fucked.

between you and choso—you honestly don’t even know who’s louder. the moment you call him a ‘good boy’, you can almost feel him melting in your hands like putty. choso’s bumpy hips start to accelerate quicker and you whine every time you feel one of his veins pulse down his cock. “f- fuck, think ‘m gonna hah- cum jus’ from lookin’ at you,” he cutely rambles, each thrust becoming more sloppy. his hips have such power that it makes the entire bed groan out whiny creaks of its own. “you’re so pretty baby, s- so pretty with your legs all over my shoulders like this- heh.”

choso’s fucking you with his pace never slowing, trying to remember how the guy in the video did it. slow and steady, deep but thorough strokes, massage the clit . . and as he’s stretching you out with the swollen head of his cock—you let off a soft shriek. ‘pop!’ and you felt his plump shaft slip out of you immediately.

choso’s pussy-drunken grin falters as he notices his dick fell out of you- but not only that, he’s cumming for real. .

it was so sudden, and as his entire body’s spasming above you, he whimpers whilst struggling to align his milky-covered tip back between the opening of your glistening folds. “f- fuck, ‘s no fair, came too early,” he whines, and you moan once he buries his face into the crook of your neck. he’s embarrassed. your legs were still raised in the air as he’s holding them both firmly, groaning against your skin. a fresh hot batter of oozing cum leaves out of choso’s blushing slit — splattering out lewdly on your puffed pussy folds. choso’s so frustrated that he even tries fucking his cum in between your flaps with the cutest unsatisfied scowl on his lips. “s- sorry, ‘m bein’ a little messy. ‘m sorry, sorry.”

“ ‘s okay, baby,” you let off a quiet moan, your body already starting to feel numb. already, you were starting to miss the gaping outline of his cock driving through your insides but he makes it up by smacking his tip against your cunt. with a wet ‘splash!’ choso ends up smearing his sweltering hot cum all over your entrance, panting the entirety of your twitching sex right his ivory-white color. as he leans in for a kiss, choso clumsily misses your mouth with his lips pressing on your chin instead.

it’s cute, and you had to guide his face with your own hands just to have him shove his tongue into your mouth. choso’s body weight was now starting to grind against you again—but by now, he was straight up jumping you. he wants more, and you could tell as he was moaning into your mouth, grunting from his drooling cock that was rubbing up and down between your pasty entrance.

still swapping cobwebs of spit as the both of you smashed lips on each other—choso’s continues to spank his aching cockhead against your cunt whilst his lips desperately crash against yours. it turns him on, a lot more than he thought- and choso thinks he may have just found out his new favorite kink.

you.

✩ ˛˚ . SUGURU GETO.

being in a relationship with a boxer had its perks.

suguru geto—he was known for his fights, but more importantly his flexible positions. you’d always tease him about it, pokin’ fun at how you wish he’d fold you like his opponents one time for once. but oh, you’re taken aback once he takes you up on that offer.

“nuh uh, don’t tap out now, baby. let’s see that cute form,” geto grunts, pressing a wet kiss near the inside of your neck. the two of you were in his private gym, specifically his private ring where he’d always train. today though, you were needy, teasing him at how you wanted him to be put in a chokehold like he did to his opponents. but, the moment he’s got you straddling his lap as you’re cockwarming him, you’re nothing but a wet babbling mess. you moan, letting off a breathy gasp once the top part of his boxing glove rubs against your sobbing cunt. you were soaked, making a mess on the mat and a soft gasp creeps out the back of your throat once he wraps a beefy arm around your throat.

safely, geto’s got you in a firm chokehold — the exact one you’d usually see him perform on his other opponents. embarrassingly enough, your cunt twitches almost instantly, and you were trying to grind your hips back into him. “hngh, suguru- fuuuck,” you purr out, letting off a weeping mewling whimper as you felt his fat pointed dick ream a path through your insides. the entire gym was quiet. the only sounds that could’ve been heard were the wet sloshing sounds of geto’s glove gently smacking against your sprawled open pussy. psh after pshh and it only gets louder as you squirm, your thighs parting.

he’s big, manhandling you like this while you’re in a mere chokehold. once you’re starting to sloppily bounce on his lap, you can hear him hiss from the enticing friction. the electric sting of both mounds of flesh slamming on each other ends up giving you both whiplash. “h- hah, fuck, good girl. ride it—move those hips, fuck me back- mmph,” he starts to groan, the weight of your ass getting more and more impactful. geto’s meaty thighs glue against yours and you moan, feeling the curve of his cock rummaging through your squashy insides.

he’s so thick, that his plump tip runs through your tremulous walls before it frantically jackhammers its way to your cervix. letting off a squalling ‘ah!’ of a squeak, your back ends up falling into his broad chest. geto’s sweaty, bare skin rubs off against your skin and he groans. the sly dark-haired boxer wore nothing but his thinly made everlast boxing shorts. “suguruuuu,” you cutely drag out his name, moaning at the way his beefy bicep still wrapped around your neck. you’re bouncin’ up and down repeatedly and it’s almost comical at how your eyes were bulging out of their holes. your tongue was fully lolled, and you’ve never felt more stuffed. hit after hit, by this point, you were sure geto’s cock was gonna give your pretty pussy a solid, fair K.O.

but oh, geto ends up fucking you round after round - literally. he went from having you ride him to him pounding you into his squishy, red mat. your face vigorously presses into the cushion as you’re moaning, desperately whining out his name while he’s ‘practicing’ his special techniques on your cunt. the entire scene was lewd, and as you continued to whine out pathetic cacophonies of, ‘suguruuu,’ — ‘riiight there,’ — or his personal favorite, ‘ooooh, hit it there baby!’ ‘s, he’d feel his dick twitch inside you every time.

your ass raises the second he grabs ahold of your hip, and he’s madly drilling into you raw. each sloppy stroke and twist of his hips makes your toes curl and the bittersweet taste of your saliva ends up trickling down the side of your mouth, landing face-first on the vermillion-colored boxing mat. “fuckin’ shiiit, ‘m gonna cum, sweetheart,” he huffs, resting his free hand on your arched spine. so pretty - the way your ass tries to thrust back into his sharp hips was oh-so-cute. your pussy only got more sloppy, and as he’s feeling his cock preparing to release itself, you could almost hear a whimper snarl out from his throat. “ah, tell me where, f- fuck. talk to me, pretty.”

“i- insiiiide,” you squeal out with short breaths, his cock merrily kneading through your walls. it’s almost filthy at how loud your cunt was. just drooling such molasses of sheeny slick on his length, making an even bigger mess between your legs and on the fighting mat too. as he’s giving you his final, victorious thrusts that make your mouth snap open — a fairly lewd K. O., geto grunts, losing the match with his opponent being nothing more than your sweet, slippery cunt.

instantaneously, wads of thin bubbly ropes mesh with your slick juices, a pretty white ring foamin’ around his base. your release slams into you like a semi-truck, and your eyes crossed almost instantly.

with his adam’s apple bobbing in his throat, he’s pouring in such slimy amounts that end up tearing straight down your pulsing bare slit. geto groans, hazed and all as his darkened eyes glance at how you were perfectly arched for him. this position was perfect for you in his eyes.

ass up — face down, “goddamn,” he grumbles through pearly gritted teeth and a slack jaw. mewing satisfied coos purr out of your spit-slicked lips as you feel him plugging you up to the brim, hearing the wet plops ‘n paps of his hot, sticky cum dripping onto the mat. you only imagined what it looked like, how much of a fuckin’ mess you were. “hah- aren’t you a champ,” he pants, and you moan once geto smacks your ass.

speedily, he now makes you flip over with a swift toss of a single brawny arm before picking you up. “mmhn, sweetheart. you did ‘s good for me,” and as your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, geto gives you a chaste kiss. a few loose strands of hair stick against your forehead as his tongue curls its way inside of your hot mouth before he snickers, pulling away. “ah, there’s one more position i wanna try though.”

“w- what?” you heave, pouting the second his lips depart from yours.

geto re-aligns himself between your leaking cunt that’s still profusely spurting out clods of milky clumps of his cum before he lifts you just a bit higher against his chest. “hm, oh- i just fuck you while standing up,” and you moan, wrapping your arms around his broad neck. ravened, feral eyes meet yours one more time and geto lets off a husky grunt, his boxing glove sneaking between your legs. “you’re my big girl though, yeahh?”

[jiayouqi]

✩‧₊˚ first time with him. | m!rover headcanons.

⋆.˚ ⁀➴ synopsis: it's just you and rover alone...so what's it like when things escalate between you two for the first time?

⋆.˚ ⁀➴ characters involved: male rover, gender neutral reader.

⋆.˚ ⁀➴ warnings: sub!rover, dom!reader, very soft first time, gentle, lots of praise, handjob (sub receiving)

⋆.˚ ⁀➴ notes: sub rover is literally something that infects my brain and i'm happy to let it do so. this is self-indulgent, being soft with subs is my achilles heel > <;;!! hope you all enjoy this as much as i like fantasizing about it! requests are open as always, please read rules before sending them in!

⋆.˚ ⁀➴ minors dni with this post/blog.

୨⎯ male rover ⎯୧

a pretty sub, both in looks and in how he sounds.

nervous, about to explode from how anxious he is at the prospect of you two going at it together for the first time.

worries that he'll do something wrong, so his touches are shaky and a little hesitant.

a bit shy, needs your guidance in order to help him understand the flow of it all.

a praise fiend, loves hearing that he’s doing a good job from you and how cute you think he looks when he’s in this state.

the briefest of touches sometimes can rile him up easily. 

going on the running theory that tacet marks are sensitive, he’ll whimper whenever your hand brushes against his, feeling his cheeks flush hot.

it’s the smallest of things for him that get him worked up. a soft kiss on his jawline down to the nape of his neck, the way you nibble his ear, the way your hand is gently rubbing circles on his hip bone, goodness he’s going to burst. 

has the cutest gasps. he’s always surprised by what you do, no matter what it is. 

by the time you actually get to his length, he’s already dripping from his pretty pink tip. he’ll whine and squirm, begging you to help him finish, help him release, help him with the mess you created. 

rover glances down at you with his golden eyes, gasping softly as he sits on your lap and grips onto your shoulders. he’s becoming undone by the second at every tease, every soft graze, every sweet nothing you whisper into his ear. he feels as if he’s going to go insane at this point, whimpering cutely as you gently grab his shaft into your hand. you lean your head a bit to the side, stretching a bit and kissing his tacet mark softly, which earns another small whine from him. 

“p-please, you can’t, i-i can’t do this, i need, i need…” he trails off, cut off by a soft moan as he leans forward and hides his face in the nape of your neck. it's a dizzying feeling, having you touch him like this. his legs are shaking, his pale white thighs on either side of your waist as he hiccups. rover can hear you smile when you talk to him, babying him through everything. 

“what do you need, pretty rover?~ use your words, sweetheart.” augh, there you go again with another compliment. he whines a bit, feeling a bit overwhelmed as he tears up.

“p-please, i need you. i need to cum, i-i’ve been so good haven’t i?” he’ll ask, his voice soft and hoarse as you hum for a moment. he takes your silence as a no sign, but when he suddenly feels you picking up the pace, he’ll suddenly get louder and more vocal. rover’s grip on you becomes harder as he bucks his hips a bit, moving with the motions of your hands to reach his climax faster. but, he doesn’t release until you let him by whispering into his ear that he can. he’s obedient after all, and he would hate to cum without your permission.

he lets out one last high pitched whine before he cums, making a mess on his stomach and yours, the pretty white seed spewing everywhere. rover’s breathing is staggered and shaky right after, hiding in your neck. he feels embarrassed when he feels your fingers brushing up against his soft tummy, whining softly as he hears you lick some of his cum onto your finger and exaggerate the noise of you tasting it. 

“you taste so sweet, rover~ you did such a good job for me.” you tell him, gently rubbing his back and coaxing him down from the high as he loosens up his hold a bit, clinging onto you cutely like a koala as he feels his breathing slowly steady out. he felt as if he just went to the divine and back, and it leaves him wondering when the next time will be.

[lizzaneia-elizalde]

Yandere! Stereotypical! Emo x Stereotypical! Popular bitch! Reader

Okay, so this is a songfic... NSFW at it's most, a lime at it's least.

Not the songfic that has lyrics on them, but fics that are heavily inspired by songs. And this time, it's Emo Boy by Ayesha Erotica.

I'm not that knowledgable with Emos to be fair... I'm only doing it in a way where the fic reads like a stereotypical late 90's and early 20's teen flick! I think. I hope.

Also, the bitch here means someone who sleeps around quite a lot, and not the mean type. Just wanna put that out there.

So, I do apologize if I offended someone ಥ‿ಥ

Like any song fic, I recommend listening to Emo Boy while reading.

Yandere! Emo name: Ashton

TW: stereotypical Emo, stereotypical popular bitch

Ashton always had a fascination with the Emo lifestyle. He loved the music associated with it, especially the people indulging in the lifestyle. He loved how emotional and in tune they are with their emotions and is not afraid to show who they are.

When the got the opportunity to study senior high school in a small yet lively town, he knew he had to grab it.

And when he finally got out of the grasps of his conservative family, he felt free.

No more people calling him demon worshipper, finally (although, now that he thinks about it, aren't the goths the one being called demon worshippers?)

So with black skinny jeans, long, dark black hair that covered his eyes, rings, piercings, chains, sneakers, and a graphic tee shirt, he knew he was ready.

But what he didn't expect was being ostracized by being Emo.

But then, don't people like him always get bullied?

With a grumble while sitting on his chair, all alone, he gripped his pen while in the middle of writing a poem.

"Nobody understands me." Ashton muttered, his dark eyes a stormy grey.

This school he's in is filled with stereotypes, he just realized. Mean Jocks and Cheerleaders, two faced popular bitches, pushover nerds, slobbery otakus, social outcasts... He wonders if his life is a real life teen flick.

So rather than dive into the complicated social hierarchy, he just sits in his seat, reading and listening to MCR and P!ATD just like a true stereotype.

His life filled with such deep melancholy as he trudged in this hormone filled prison that he calls a school.

Hmm. He should write that in his journal.

But then he woke up in his bedroom, his hair having a cowlick he can't put down.

Okay... That's weird.

Then, when he tried to tease and straighten his hair, it won't budge, forcing him to let it stay wavy/curly and covet his eyes just like that.

Then, his favorite graphic tee was eaten by rats...

And his sneakers were accidentally bleached...

Then, as if the day was mocking him, it was really sunny and hot, smiling and cooking him in his dark ensemble.

"What the fuck..."

He suddenly felt a foreboding dread inside of him.

When he got in the school and sat down at his seat at the back, he heard whispers of a new person transferring to this school.

The talk of the town, y/n, was now being speculated which clique they will belong in.

And when they rolled in a pink rover, the school crowd knew they're going to be in the popular rich kids.

Immediately, you integrated into the clique like it was a natural thing to do.

With your quite the revealing clothes, your bimbo/himbo like personality, and your knack for bedding people if you wanted, you got into the social hierarchy just like that. Labeled as the slut, you paraded around the school with that title with your newfound friends.

Trendy, social, quite the airhead, yet charming in your own right, and such a seductive figure too. Nobody can resist your charms.

Not even Ashton.

He tried to fight back the attraction he had with you, and your fashionable pink fit, and fluttery eyelashes.

But he can't.

The hierarchy said no, and his brain also says no.

Yet his heart sings yes.

And he always follows his feelings and his heart.

It was small efforts at first. Poems, love letters filled with such romantic words.

All slipped in your locker, in a cute pink envelop and a sweet sampaguita smell on it.

You knew who it was from, and you loved it.

"Are you really interested in that Emo boy in the HUMSS department?" One of your friends asked, sipping on a disguised flask of alcohol.

You and your friends are in the rooftop, hanging out and skipping classes. Gossip flies out of your mouths and recent "relationships."

"Yeah I am. He's cute and funny... And him being soooo in touch with his emotions is soooo hot." You said, a typical valley accent on your tone.

You twirled your hair and bit your lip, a hot feeling in your body.

You really don't know why you're so attracted to him.

"I just really want to see and feel how good in bed he is." You nonchalantly added, fanning yourself a bit.

Your other friends grimaced a bit.

"... Really? But he's so..."

"Dark."

"Weird."

"And so complicated with his words."

"He's also always alone and listens to those sad emo bands."

You huffed and cocked your hips to the side.

"Hey! He's emotional and deep!" You rolled your eyes. "Besides, I just want to fuck him. I mean, I haven't been with an emo boy."

You thought back to how Ashton walks away from you in those tightest skinny jeans, his ass round and his legs toned.

You wondered really as to why you're so... Desperate to fuck him. Because most of the time, other people are the ones who want to fuck you.

Frustration welled up inside you as you groaned.

"Yeah I truly wonder why myself." You grumbled.

You grabbed the letter from your back pocket, reading Ashton's poem for you.

I burn for you. Your lips so tantalizing, So pillowy and so sacred. It's something I, so lowly am I, Cannot dream of locking with mine. I do not need to know if you're the devil, Tantalizing as you are, Or the deity you claim to be in my dreams, Bringing retribution to my dark and dreary life. Your body so tempting, I want to embrace and bury myself within you. I want to claim and mark you as my own, My bleeding heart corrupting your alluring self. But I know I can't. So I only look at you with starry eyes, As you shine the most beautiful in a pedestal that I molded in your visage.

You understood the poem a bit, and it irritated you.

"What do you mean you'll not pursue me?!" You yelled, gripping the letter. "I can't believe he'll confess like this and not... Go for me?!"

Your friends chuckled and read the poem and was surprised to see how whimsical this confession of lusty attraction is.

"Wow... Okay, I give you my blessing to bed him." One of your friends said and you rolled your eyes and snatching the poem away from him.

"I know. And I'm trying." You spat out. "I need a stress reliever. Let's go shopping."

What you didn't know is that Ashton is listening to your confession, and is fighting the urge to take you then and there.

He smirked and tried to calm his fast beating heart as he slowly unbuckled his pants, lust filling him as he continued to replay your confession of wanting to fuck him.

Maybe next poem will be an invitation to his house.

The sound of bed creaking filled the dark room, along with the pants and moans of two people indulging in the desire of flesh.

"Hmm fuck... Ashton..."

"Y/n you're so tight..."

You moaned as Ashton continued to thrust inside of you, his throat audibly clearing as sweat trickled down his throat.

Your eyes trailed down his body, loving the feeling of being under this man.

The hot and damp air encased the two of you, giving a secure and secret paradise, away from the prying eyes.

"Harder Ashton!" Your raspy voice demanded, gripping his arm as he pushed your thighs to the sides of your torso, bending your back as he went deeper, faster, and harder.

"God you make me feral..." Ashton groaned out, feeling your walls squeeze around him stubbornly, not wanting to let go as he pushed you into a mating press in an animalistic need to bury himself deep within you.

The bed creaked violently, accompanying the orchestra of your moans and groans as you both desperately reached your high, and when he spilled inside of you, you knew that you wanted more.

So you kissed him on the lips deeply, interlocking your tongue with his as you both worked into getting into it again.

Yet, as Ashton smirked and gripped your thigh once more, ready to go, a stray perfume bottle rolled under the bed from the movement, a label on the bottle printed "love potion" on it.

A sweet smell of sampaguita permeating as a drop fell on the floor, glowing.

So if you don't get it, Ashton sprays the love potion on the poems he gives you, making you irrationally desperate for him as he is for you xx.

[headmates-for-you]

can we have a random south park character (legitimately any) creators choice with the special form?

I haven't made you a girl yet :p

Info

Name(s): Bebe

Nickname(s): Babe

Last Name(s): Stevens

Age(s): 17

Pronouns: she/her

Height: 5’5

Zodiac: capricorn

Source(s): South Park

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Labels

Gender(s): cisfemale

Orientation(s): straight

TransID(s): transobsessive, transobsessivelovedisorder, transathiest, transharmful, transthreat, transabusive, transaccent, transvalleygirl

CisID(s): religious, blonde, popular, plastic surgery, kind of a slut, curly hair

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Misc. Information

Paras: hybristophilia, pecattiphilia

Positive Trigger(s): shoes, shopping

Other Trigger(s): trauma triggers

Role(s): fictive, school trauma holder

Typing quirk: lowercase, says like a lot

Emoji Signoff: 👜👠

Other: favorite colors are hot pink and the green on dollar bills

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Extra

Playlist

Rich Girl - Gwen Stefani, EVE

Bubblegum Bitch - MARINA

Pink Rover - Scene Queen

I Fucked Yr Mom - Sorry Mom

Literal Legend - Ayesha Erotica

Pretty Little Psycho - XigN

Blah Blah Blah - Kesha, 3OH!3

Girlfriend - Avril Lavigne

Faceclaim

Aesthetic

[hannahhook7744]

'Right Where You Left Me....' Moodboards;

Enchanted Forest Name: Kiran Adil Hassan Mani Woodcock.

Storybrooke Name, if cursed: Corwin Tucker.

Nickname(s): 'Ran, Cor, Princey, K, Doctor Himbo, The Bumbling, and Kir.

Age during season 1 (minus the cursed years): 20 years old.

Enchanted Forest Job: Prince and heir to the throne.

Storybrooke Job: Medical intern.

Kingdom Name: The Kingdom of Linos.

Family: Reshmi/Vashti (Mother),

Raj (Father),

Amir/Aaron (Younger Brother),

Shahzad/Shawn (Younger Brother),

Penelope Devlin/Paisley Spinner (Fiancée).

Animal Companion(s): Shooting Star, Sunburst Heavens, and Swift Foot (Horses).

Theme Song: “Who I Am” by The Score.

Fairytale They're From: The Three Spinning Women.

Enchanted Forest Name: Penelope Guinevere Devlin.

Nickname(s): Pen, Penny, P, Pais, 'Ley, Lazy, and The Lazy Spinner.

Storybrooke Name, if cursed: Paisley Spinner.

Age during season 1 (minus the cursed years): 19 years old.

Enchanted Forest Job(s): Spinner (formerly),

Princess Consort/Queen to be.

Storybrooke Job(s): Seamstress.

Kingdom Name: The Kingdom of Linos.

Family: Gwenllian Devlin/Jean Spinner (Mother),

Ferdinand (Father),

Klotho/Karen (Adoptive Aunt),

Atropos/Annabelle (Adoptive Aunt),

Lachesis/Loretta (Adoptive Aunt),

Kiran Adil Hassan Mani Woodcock/Corwin Tucker (Fiancé).

Animal Companion(s): Flax (Cat).

Theme Song: "Everything I wanted" by Billie Eilish.

Fairytale They're From: The Three Spinning Women.

Enchanted Forest Name(s): Rowena Elladora Jones (Formerly Blithe).

Storybrooke Name, if cursed: None. She wasn't cursed.

Nickname(s): Ro, 'Wen, Winnie, The Forsaken Child, The Princess Who Never Smiled, R.J, Little Jones, The Queen of Strife, The Mother of Monsters, The Queen of Monsters, The Chaotic Sorceress, The Queen of Clumsiness, The Wild Sorceress, The Forbidden Child, R, Kid Pirate, Queen of the Outcasts, Queen of tbe Rejects, and The Pirate Queen.

Age during season 1 (minus the cursed years): 19 years old.

Enchanted Forest Job(s): Princess (Formerly),

Queen (Formerly),

Pirate/Fugitive (Formerly).

Storybrooke Job(s): Writer,

Mail Sorter at Storybrooke Post Office.

Kingdom Name: Rally (Formerly),

Strife (Formerly),

Storybrooke.

Family: Queen Pandora Blithe of Rally (Mother),

King Adam Blithe of Rally (Father),

Killian Jones/Captain Hook (Adoptive Brother),

Tempest Banks (Fiancée),

Warren Scarlet (Fiancé).

Animal Companion(s): Sweetpea (A Skeletal Moss Monster).

Theme Song: "Try" by Pink.

Fairytale They're From: The Princess Who Never Smiled.

Enchanted Forest Name(s): Warren Artemis Scarlet.

Storybrooke Name, if cursed: None. He wasn't cursed.

Nickname(s): Scout, Tree Climber, The Animal Whisperer, The Woodland Bard, The Tree Bugger, Tree Hugger, King Scout, The King of Monsters, The Father of Monsters, The Unlucky Boy, Scout Scarlet, Cuddlebug, The Hard Worker, Animal Boy, The Jack of All Trades, Tree Boy, Scouter, and The Honest Worker.

Age during season 1 (minus the cursed years): 21 years old.

Enchanted Forest Job(s): Thief (Formerly),

Handyman (Formerly),

Farmhand (Formerly),

Musician,

King-to-be/second in command of Strife.

Storybrooke Job(s): Storybrooke Pet Shelter Worker,

Musician.

Kingdom Name: Sherwood (Formerly),

Kingdom of Strife (Formerly),

Storybrooke.

Family: Lamia Scarlet (Mother),

Alaric Scarlet (Father),

Will Scarlet (Older Brother),

Penelope Scarlet (Older Sister)(Deceased),

Tempest Banks (Fiancée),

Rowena Jones (Fiancée).

Animal Companion(s): Shadow (Shapeshifting Cat Fish that can only turn into a cat/cat fish of varying sizes),

Rover (Beetle),

Ridden (Mouse).

Theme Song: “I tried to be perfect” by Sum 41.

Fairytale They're From: The Princess Who Never Smiled.

Enchanted Forest Name(s): Sylvester Boris Lucas.

Storybrooke Name, if cursed: Boris Lucas.

Nickname(s): Silver, S, Wolfie, Fangsie, Fang, Silv, Moondust, Starboy, Bongo Boy, and Spaceboy.

Age during season 1 (minus the cursed years): 21 years old.

Enchanted Forest Job(s): Defense guard.

Storybrooke Job(s): Waiter.

Kingdom Name: Misthaven (Formerly),

Kingdom of Strife (Formerly),

Storybrooke.

Family: Granny Lucas (Grandmother),

The Wolf (Grandfather),

Antia Lucas (Mother),

The Big Bad Wolf (Father),

Graham Humbert (Adoptive Brother),

The Dwarves (Pack),

Tiny (Pack),

The Charmings (Pack),

Quinn (Former Pack),

Adair (Former Pack),

Adalyn (Former Pack),

Adalyn's sister (Former Pack),

Tempest Banks (Pack),

Penelope Guinevere Devlin (Pack),

Kiran Adil Hassan Mani Woodcock (Pack),

Warren Scarlet (Pack),

Rowena Jones (Pack).

Animal Companion(s): None.

Theme Song: ‘Running With the Wolves’ by Aurora.

Fairytale They're From: Boy Who Cried Wolf.

Enchanted Forest Name(s): Tempest Atlantica Banks.

Storybrooke Name, if cursed: None. She wasn't cursed.

Nickname(s): Undine, Treasure, and Siren.

Age during season 1 (minus the cursed years): 20 years old.

Enchanted Forest Job(s): Siren Vigilantee,

Singer,

Queen of Strife.

Storybrooke Job(s): Storybrooke Canner,

Singer.

Kingdom Name: Atlantica (Formerly),

Kingdom of Strife (Formerly),

Storybrooke.

Family:

Nereida Banks (Mother),

Tidal Banks (Father),

Nereida (Maternal Aunt),

Myrddin (Maternal Uncle-Via-Marriage),

Melusine (Maternal Cousin),

Warren Scarlet (Fiancé),

Rowena Jones (Fiancée).

Animal Companion(s): None.

Theme Song: 'Drunken Sailor' by Aeseaes.

Fairytale They're From: Undine.

[sonicandtailsfan64-page]

So, earlier this week, HarmonyBunny2024 from Deviantart sent me an image on FB Messenger and he made me a fursona, and this is what he made of my fursona

Pretty cool huh?, never had someone surprised me with a fursona gift before, i did however came up with the summer/winter time and pj's designs and colors, (especially the winter gear, showing some loyalty to the University of Michigan!), and since he was very kind to make such wonderful gift of this, i think it's time to give it some character and add a bio of him, shall we??

Biography:

Name: Steven The Fox

Species: Vulpine Fox

Age: 32

Sex: M

Pronouns: He/Him

Relationship: Single (He has no interests in romance, just making friends)

Likes: Making New Friends, Spending Time with Best Friends, Going to Arcades, Bowling, Auto Racing, Video Games, Partying, Sweet Foods, Hot Cocoa, Milk, Snuggles, Cuddles, Classic Rock (90's on back), Furry Animals Great and Small, Dinosaurs, Being Imagitive, Having Fun, Defending and protecting his Friends, Cartoons, Movies, Lullabies, Belly/Foot rubs, Slumber Parties, Winter Time, Holidays, Birthdays, Football, Hockey, Wearing his Pajamas during either a rainy day or a cloudy and lazy day, Watching Game Shows, His Nightcaps, His Teddy Bear (It's his emotional support, helps him from anxiety, stress, drama, depression, anger, when he's upset, protect him from nightmares and will let his friends hold it when in any sort of stress or trouble), Hugs and Just Being himself.

Dislikes: Drinking Alcohol, Cigerettes/ECigs/Vaping, Any Kind Of Drugs that are bad for you, someone bullying him and/or his friends, News and Politics, Drama, Bad Thunderstorms, Being In Complete Darkness with no Light, Being Sick, Any sort of P*rn or something 18+, Crappy Movies, Summer Time Weather, High Heat, Newer type of Music (Mainly 2010's onward), Being Shirtless in Public (It makes him very uncomfortable, he'll wear a tank top if he doesn't wearing a t-shirt), Arguments and Romance (He's fine being single).

Best Friends: Snoopy, Brian Griffin, Yoshi's in Yoshi Island, Gromit, Brian's Cousin Jasper, Snoopy's Siblings, Sonic, Tails, Knuckles, Amy Rose, Mickey Mouse, Donald Duck, Jerry Mouse, Nick Wilde, Scooby Doo, Huckleberry Hound, Crash Bandicoot, Exile (Road Rovers), Krypto The Superdog (2005 Version), Rocko (From RML), Bonnie, Glamrock Freddy (Both from FNAF), Bugs Bunny, Banjo Kazooie, Courage The Cowardly Dog, Gumball and Darwin Watterson, Ice Bear, Mike Wazowski, Pink Panther, Ruff Ruffman, Mordecai (From Regular Show), Bark The Polar Bear, Mighty The Armadillo, Bandit Heeler (From Bluey), CatDog, Alfur (From Hilda), Rocky (From Rocky and Bullwinkle), Mr. Peabody, Mario Bros., Princess Peach, Blueshi (blueyoshiegg's Yoshi Character), Emily The Violet Ghost (EmilyTheVioletGhost's Character) and Jamal Cottontail (HarmonyBunny2024's Character).

Enemies/Rivals: None.......yet

Nicknames/Alias': Bud (Brian Griffin and Sonic), Buddy (Snoopy, Green Yoshi and Tails), Champ (Knuckles), Pal (Mickey Mouse, CatDog, Rocko, Scooby Doo and Donald Duck), Stevie (Amy Rose), Sly Steve (Nick Wilde), Dear Friend (Krypto, Banjo, Emily and Jamal), Little Mate (Bandit Heeler), Guardian Angel (Courage and Jerry), Doc (Bugs Bunny), Kit (Mike Wazowski, Mighty and Pink Panther), Dude (Mordecai, Gumball and Darwin), Foxy Boy (Exile, Ice Bear and Crash), Little Rockstar (Bonnie), Superstar (Glamrock Freddy, Mario and Luigi), Steve-o (Mordecai, Nick Wilde, Sonic, Bandit Heeler, Mike Wazowski and Bark), Lad (Gromit), Ol' Chap (Gromit), Ol' Chum (Gromit), Comrade (Exile), Sweetie (Jasper, Peach and Amy Rose), Sweetheart (Jasper, Peach and Amy Rose), Little Pupal (Mr. Peabody), Feller (Huckleberry Hound and Banjo), Fetcher (Ruff Ruffman), Fwiend (Blueshi), Sportsfan (Everyone).

Character Traits: Happy, Autistic, Smart, Kind, Helpful, Sweet, Caring, Energetic, Loves to Sleep, Great Singer, Computer Guy, Game Show Fanatic, Huggable, Snuggly, Cuddly, Ticklish, Addicted to Chocolate, Supporting, Relaxed, Welcoming, Friendly, Funny, Great Cook, Heroic, Cheerful, Loving, Gold Hearted.

[confusedcollective]

Challenging you all!

Put your music library on shuffle, then list the first five songs that come up in a poll to let people vote for which one they like the most!

Then tag Tumblr friends to keep the game going!

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[totentnz]

oc duo game gimme

bea and vs

😇- What's their best trait?

👿- What's their worst trait?

vs and vg

🧠- What's your best memory with them? Worst?

👁️- Do you really know them?

👥- What are they to you?

OC Duo Answers Ask Game

it's been a few weeks since vincent guerra had proposed to batsheva cohen, the possibility of this happening had never crossed her mind, which made it all the more freakish to v. her best friend was about to get married and while she was happy for him things would change even more now - or perhaps they wouldn't, nobody knew.

the planning had started and one of the things that needed to be done was interviews: a bunch of questions for all their friends, a little something to remember these exciting times by. the newlyweds will watch this video during the reception.

of course this included v, she wasn't excited about it but she would do it - for them. this is a part of said interview.

"what's bea's best trait?"

"she got a bangin' body, i guess?" v replied, followed by an exhausted sigh from behind the camera. she sat up straight and fixed her smirk.

"bea's determined, knows what she wants - sometimes anyway. protects what's hers. don't care 'bout that psycho shit, comes with the territory, i'm guessin'."

"okay. and her worst trait?"

"hah!" v pointed at the camera. "nice try, buddy, not fallin' for that one." there was silence in the room now, v hated that so she decides to fill it.

"fine. she needs to get it in 'er fuckin' head i don't wanna fuck that twink o' hers. had my chance, didn't want it back then - don't want it now."

"share some memories of you and v. let's start with a good one."

"okay, cut. can i smoke in here?" she asked but was already reaching into her pockets to pull out said smokes.

"you want me to pick just one?" she put the cigarette between her lips and lit it.

"one good memory?" she took her first drag. "that's my best friend."

"say that then." the camera person replied.

"nah, fuck that! i'm not sayin' that shit on camera!" she the hand holding the cigarette in front of her face in dismissal. "this better not make it into the final cut."

"your worst memory then."

"there was this one time -" v stopped herself from continuing. "nah, can't say that. inappropriate."

"oh, so suddenly you care?"

"yeah! i can change for the better!"

"doubt that. this story will put you in a bad light, won't it?"

v didn't reply, which was a sufficient answer.

"c'mon you gotta tell it now! don't be a fuckin' baby." the interviewer egged her on.

"fine! fine! must'a been nine maybe even ten years ago now. v and i were living in this house down in san-domo, along with a bunch of other people." she paused for a moment and leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms.

"one night we are hanging out with two other guys when suddenly the three of them start making out? long story short he got all the action and i fucked off to my room. worst day of my life not gonna lie."

"you were right this is inappropriate."

"think you know him? like for real?"

"okay this is startin' to become so fuckin' borin'." she sighed and looked up to the ceiling, muttering something under her breath.

"we're almost done. just answer the fuckin' question."

"i've seen his asshole more times than i can count. does that answer your fuckin' question?"

"no."

"we used to help each other wax, it's cheaper that way."

"what does he mean to you?"

she groaned again, anxious to get up, she's been sitting still for way too long.

"i'm here, ain't i? i'm 'bout to attend his fuckin' wedding, his holy unity in front of the eyes of god - or whatever the fuck jews call it." she leaned forward and began chewing her nail.

"been here for the past ten years an' plan to be around much longer - am hopin' he will attend my funeral at least."

[d33zn33tz]

I’ve seen so many takes on what kind of music Poe listens to, ranging from classical to death metal. I’m here to propose an entirely new perspective.

I think Edgar Allen Poe from Bungou Stray Dogs listens to Bimbocore. Especially Scene Queen.

My evidence: Just look at him

He’s absolutely a feminist with an inner manwhore, listens to women singing (screaming) about being hot and dumb, and absolutely relates.

He could topple (or top) the government in a croptop, booty shorts, and thigh-high heels. 

He’s a theatre kid, he’s a bitch, he’s in love with his rival, he’s getting fucked in every time zone, rolling weed in pink paper, he’s absolutely in love with bimbocore.

[the-nysh]

Opinions on Manako?

In what way? She's cool; I like her~ The fact she's just A MONSTER (smol fun sized)...who just happens to be female is a plus. Cause that really feels like one of ONE's classic genderless monster designs from Makai no Ossan. :P More like that, yes please! (As opposed to more of Murata's overt 'girl' ones.) She'd probably fit right in that universe no problem. (I would have preferred lavender over pink, in contrast to Saitama's yellow, but that's ok too.) Here she's learned to cooperate as a non-threatening monster team member and doesn't seem to have any other ~sinister~ ulterior motives, beyond ensuring her own survival, which is pretty neutral. Mayhaps she'll survive for the post-arc...? Especially if she's not 'bad.' And if 'good' and/or rehabilitated monsters ever becomes a relevant plot point. (Some think she may 'replace' BS or Rover as one of Saitama's small monster 'pets,' but honestly who can say at this rate. She has a lot more talkative sentience than a 'pet' would have anyway, but heh, even Flash is calling her an 'exotic animal' just to spare her. :P)

[skylarsblue]

(Have a Beetlejuice Kin playlist because I’ve been burnt out and this is the only thing that motivates me. Whoooo hyperfixation. Anyway, my character playlists usually have a mix of songs that I feel they’d like, they’d relate to, or just fit their general vibe. Workin on an Arataki Itto & Michael Myers one.)

Bang! - AJR

Mr.Brightside - The Killers

She’s So Nice - Pink Guy

The Cult of Dionysus - The Orion Experience

Emo Boy - Ayesha Erotica

Vacation Bible School - Ayesha Erotica

Big Juicy - Ayesha Erotica

You’re So Creepy - Ghost Town

Bad Girls Club - Falling In Reverse

Girls In Bikinis - Poppy

I’m Still Standing - Elton John

Fat Bottomed Girls - Queen

Bohemian Rhapsody - Queen

We Will Rock You - Queen

You’re Gonna Go Far, Kid - The Offspring

Remains of the Day - from Corpse Bride

Ghostbusters - from Ghostbusters(OG)

The Real Slim Shady - Eminem

Pink Rover - Scene Queen

Insane In The Brain - Cypress Hill

Rainbows & Stuff - Insane Clown Posse

Let’s Go All The Way - Insane Clown Posse

My Homie Baby Mama - Insane Clown Posse

Cemetery Girl - Insane Clown Posse

In My Room - Insane Clown Posse

House of Horrors - Insane Clown Posse

Boogie Woogie Wu - Insane Clown Posse

Behind The Paint - Insane Clown Posse

Down With The Clown - Insane Clown Posse

Living Dead Girl - Rob Zombie

Closer - Nine Inch Nails

I’ll Sleep When I’m Dead - Set It Off

Wolf In Sheep’s Clothing - Set It Off

Teenagers - My Chemical Romance

Mama - My Chemical Romance

Never Too Late - Three Days Grace

Get Out Alive - Three Days Grace

Let’s Kill Tonight - P!ATD

Don’t Threaten Me With A Good Time - P!ATD

Crazy = Genius - P!ATD

Hey Look Ma, I Made It - P!ATD

Say Amen(It’s Saturday) - P!ATD

Emperor’s New Clothes - P!ATD

One of The Drunks - P!ATD

Death of a Bachelor - P!ATD

House of Memories - P!ATD

Far Too Young To Die - P!ATD

Dying In LA - P!ATD

Love, Me Normally - Will Wood

Your Body, My Temple - Will Wood

Candy - Robbie Williams

Discord - TheLivingTombstone

My Ordinary Life - TheLivingTombstone

Wisdom - Mother Mother

Verbatim - Mother Mother

Problems - Mother Mother

Arms Tonite - Mother Mother

Body - Mother Mother

Ghosting - Mother Mother

Sex With A Ghost - Teddy Heist

Daddy Issues - The Neighborhood

Moonsickness - Penelope Scott

bury a friend - Billie Eilish

bad guy - Billie Eilish

when the party’s over - Billie Eilish

i love you - Billie Eilish

my boy - Billie Eilish

From God’s Perspective - Bo Burnham

Look Who’s Inside Again - Bo Burnham

Art Is Dead - Bo Burnham

Screen - twenty one pilots

The Judge - twenty one pilots

Goner - twenty one pilots

Nobody - mitski mitski

It Took Me By Surprise - Marina Mena

Am I Supposed To Apologize? - Marina Mena

still feel. - half•alive

Truce - twenty one pilots

Honorable Mentions

To Be Human(MARINA) Six Feet Under(Billie Eilish) you should see me in a crown (Billie Eilish) Horns(Bryce Fox-StayLoose Remix) Brutus(The Buttress) God Must Hate Me(Catie Turner) Graveyard(Halsey)

[perpetual-pathos]

Sorry besties I'm afraid of tagging people, but thank you for tagging me tapok

P - Pink Rover by scene queen

E - Everything goes on by porter robinson

R- Raise no fool by Set it off

P - Pipo pipo by Serani poji

E- Eve by hiiragi kirai

T- Turing love by Nanawoakari

U- Ussewa by Ado

A- Are You Ready? the Obey Me character song for Mammon

L- love me more by mitski

P- Phantom Pain by royal scandal

A- As your father i expressly forbid it by Lemon Demon

T- The Wellerman by the wellerman

H- happy halloween by Junky

O- Oh Glory! by panic at the disco

S - String theocracy by Mili

feel free to do it if you want comrades: @ivrket @atinyladybug-daydreams @bl00dbite @fantastista @bungerisme @that-cryptid-turtle

URL song tag game

thank youuu @yesireadbooks

RULES: spell your url with song titles and then tag as many people as there are letters.

*dramatically removes the cloth from the board*

AHEM

F- family line by conan gray

I- idontwannabeyouanymore by billie eilish

R-run and hide by sabrina carpenter

E-exile by Taylor swift

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B-boys will be bugs by cavetown

U-until i found you by stephen sanchez and em beihold

T-tennis court by lorde

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A-almost is never enough by ariana grande

S- strawberry blond by mitski

H-habits by tove lo

E-easier than lying by halsey

S- seventeen by ryan mccartan and barrett wilbert weed (from heathers the musical) -

T-this december by ricky montgomery

O-o my heart by mother mother

O-overwhelmed by royal and the serpent

oh my god 15 letters that was long.

@holdmyteaplease @spicymochi @guessillcallitart @escapetheinevitable @cabbojage @maewrites13 @macabremoons @briannaswords @tea-and-mercury @ashwithapen @blackcrxwking @lycaens @iannicellis @anonymousfoz @fioreshere

(did i choose specifically people with relatively long urls? yes.)