#take all my mid jokes in these fucked up times hope they help a little

[laambfuzz]

—- lunch munch club. ft schlatt. ᝰ

summary: watching porn late one night when you come across an interesting video. you're taken by surprise when you see the main male star is also the man who's streams you tune into almost daily.

— tags: smut, lunch club!schlatt, munch schlatt, mentions of oral, schlatt does purn (duh), open ending.. so we can expand upon this if we're interested.

authors note: hii! the two ideas i had originally can wait, because the lovely @fanficfox posted something about lc!schlatt doing porn and it struck me with inspo. so! everyone say thank you fox, and i hope you all enjoy! ♡

it's not uncommon for you to have some time to just yourself and the stash of porn videos that pop up on your twitter feed

twitter algorithm knows what to give you these days, which is nice. it saves you the hassle of finding a good account

but perhaps twitter knows you a little too well, when you're recommended a video of a guy eating a girl out

and you're intrigued of course, because who doesn't love that? especially when the camera is on her chest, helping entice you into the experience. as if it were you

the video is already a few seconds in by the time you click on it, and you're introduced to the scene with obscene moans escaping the girl

you can see her thighs tremble around the head in between her thighs, her free hand reaching out to run her fingers through the male's hair

you can hear muffled groans from in between her thighs, and you watch as the head moves back slightly, taking a breath

"god sweetheart, you taste so fuckin' good. could stay down here all night and take my sweet time with you."

that's when a shiver runs through your body, because oh. that sounded like.. and you supposed when you looked at the figure of the male, and the hair..

no. you were being stupid. of course you were. why on earth would schlatt of all people do porn. you know what he's like, he wouldn't

but oh, he would. and when he raises his head from beneath the girl's thighs with his lips glistening with her slick, you're frozen

it's as if your mind has short-circuited, because what the fuck?? you have so many questions; why was schlatt doing porn, why was he not making it subtle, why was he fucking good at it?

you don't have time to focus on your own questions, because your eyes are drawn back to the screen. you watch as his slim, naked body crawls up the bed, getting closer to the camera, licking his lips slowly as he groans

"words can't describe how good that was. need you to taste yourself, baby."

and with that, he's leaning over the camera to lock lips with the girl

immediately you close the tab. your whole being is flushed, and you feel hot inside for many reasons

you felt like you shouldn't have seen that, like you were.. intruding. which was stupid, he put this on the internet, there's nothing private about that

you decided you'd sleep it off. or that maybe this was a bizarre dream you'd wake up from not too long from now. anything but clicking back onto it

and yet only 10 minutes later, you had re-opened the tab

the next evening, schlatt is streaming and you try to watch it like normal. as if last night didn't happen

but you couldn't

now, every time he makes a suggestive joke or comment, you're transported back to last night

when he rolls his shoulders and cracks his neck mid-stream, you remember how he looked doing it in the video, before he crawled towards the camera

when he licks his lips after taking a drink, getting the remnants of whatever liquid he had consumed from them, you can only see him licking the girl's slick off himself

you felt insane, like you couldn't act normal about it

and maybe it was part of the insanity, but it felt like he knew.

maybe you were just psychoanalysing his every move now, but you could've sworn he was never like this before.. he was

you decided to test the waters with a few donations littered throughout the night

when he has ordered food in and was wolfing it down, there were scraps and sauces across his lips

"are you always this messy? i thought you liked to take your time with things."

when he's reviewing a video and he's talking a lot over a particular section

"you ever been told you talk too much, or do people usually like that?"

or, when he's playing a poorly made hide 'n' seek game with fans

"i'm not sure you're as good at hiding things as you may think."

"oops, 'things' autocorrected in."

every time schlatt hears one of your donations come through tts, he feels a shiver run down his back

he knew his little side hustle wasn't exactly locked behind security, it was just.. out there

maybe he was overthinking it, reading too much into your donations for no reason

either way, he's noting down your name on a sticky note on his desk for next stream for.. reasons.

[urghblergh]

Best of Early-Seasons-Garashir part I. ✨

How is this show even real? :D

Just saw this post - same brain. 🌞🫰

[abbystromboli]

hey! I've asked like 57 other HP fic writers to do this but none of them have done it... PLEZ DONT LET MEH DOWN I LOVED UR FIC ABOUT RON WEASLEY

so how do you think that Hogwarts bis would react to getting in... suggestive positions with you during a game of twister.

specifically I really wanna see the reactions of Draco, Harry, Ron, Theo, and Mattheo

ILYSM

awwweeee Ilysm! the Ron fic is my fav toooooo!!!!!!

How they would react to getting in suggestive poses with you in Twister.

Draco Malfoy.

He was doing amazing at the game, taking out his competition with a few well-aimed kicks, when he heard the fateful words.

"left hand on red"

the only red available is one that props you over him, unfortunately hanging your tits in his face.

he's dumbfounded as you prop yourself there,

He gets so distracted, trying not to lose the whole game and his dignity

he goes tumbling down, and starts yelling about how you interfered and should be eliminated

when Blaise asks how you interfered Draco goes red in the face.

he knows he can't admit that he got a boner mid game.

Harry Potter

Harry was trying his hardest not to fall down laughing at some dumb joke that Ron had made,

”left foot on blue”

you accidentally make eye contact with the already reddened face of the chosen one, as you each realized what that position entails.

You prop yourself up into a position that could only be described as straddling him,

giving yourself a cramp as you try with all your might to hover over him instead of making contact with his groin.

after a few seconds he’ll whisper into your ear.

”I swear to Godrick, I’ll do all of your homework for a week, just. Give. Up.”

ya know... its pretty easy to get a sex slave outta this guy when he starts bargaining like that

Ron Weasley

I see this going one way and one way only.

This time, Ron (just his luck) is the one who gets the unlucky positioning

He has to prop himself In a way that he’s essentially pinning you down

his face goes red as you smirk at him over your shoulder and lightly push your ass up higher to meet his hard on.

he’d try to make himself lose in a classy way,

but he’d end up falling down onto you,

making a scene for all the gryffindors to gawk and tease about for the next few years.

Theodore Nott

My boy Theo is THE DEFINITION of sleek on the streets but a freak in the sheets

The game is going great, competition is dropping like flies, some people are even cheating in order to win.

"right foot on yellow"

You're pinned in a missionary position with Theo (while, of course, Dracos squirming around in the background, being a little bitch and tripping people)

He smiles down at you, this hoe is more comfortable with public spooning than you are, by a long run.

He might whisper sweet nothings in your ear, just to mess up your focus.

"why so tense amore mio?"

That's it. That's the end, game over (for you, at least. He goes on and wins the whole thing, and then makes an apology to you by the only way that seems to get through your thick little skull... fucking)

Mattheo Riddle

If Draco is cheating his way through the game, then I don't even know how to describe what Matthew is doing.

Mattheo should've lost in the first minute of the game.

should've, but luckily for him, his threats tend to come out pretty damn intimidating.

When you get stuck a position where your both lewdly intertwined, of course he tries the same thing with you.

"Give up, I know a wide array of jinxes that'd make your perky little ass shrivel."

Of course, you know he'd never do anything like that to you, so you can't help but giggle

Unfortunately for you, Mattheo doesn't find it funny.

He causes both of you to fall down and lose.

Probably grabs you by the wrist, takes you to his dorm, and makes good on his promise to make your ass shrivel... IN A WAY OTHER THAN JINXES

HOPE YOU LIKED THIS POOKIE! my inboxes are open and if you request something I will 100% write it bc it sparks joy :} ILY GUYS

[faegoddessog]

31: Samhain

Well loves, we made it, Every damn day (except that first one, which I'll rectify when I consolidate) Thanks to @slowsweetlove for providing the Austin based jungle-gym for me to play on. And thanks to all ya'll for hanging out with me , and Austin and sometimes Callum for October.. Hawtober? Hmmm...

Those of you that like to read my mind smut, I'll be taking a digital break for a while. Y'know: touch some grass, do some knitting, bake some bread, paint, declutter, put up some preserves or something cool like that.

Enjoy the end of my own creative challenge for #DDofAB- October 2024

Here is my ongoing masterlist of this project. Keep and eye out for the story in full (or at least less parts) to be posted

My other works are here if you are interested!

Warnings: missing the man, finding the man

You haven’t seen hide nor hair of Austin since those two weeks in New York.  He had pretty much moved out of his hotel and into your apartment for the duration of his stay.  He took you to plays, made you dinners and made sure a day didn’t go by without showing you that you mattered to him. That and he made sure your pussy stayed wet. You’d not had so much sex in your entire life. It was amazing. 

Then he was gone.  

Before he left, you two had agreed that, for now at least, you would keep it a ‘no strings attached’ kinda relationship. You had a whole bunch of work in the coming months and he was filming. He had explained that when he is working, he sometimes can’t really do anything else and usually his phone is taken from him.  He had texted you, off and on for a while, but it had been radio silence for some time. You knew he was filming in Hungary then here stateside somewhere. It was surreal and sometimes you felt like those two weeks were from someone else’s life. The lingering fear that it would be another ten years before you saw him again was kept only at bay by Callum. 

Cal had been far more communicative. He even popped into New York a couple times. Honestly he was far better at maintaining a friendship than Austin. 

“Yeah, it’s not like he doesn't care, he just gets caught up in creating character and the artist aspect of it all. Time kinda doesn't mean anything when he gets like that.  If you can handle that, you’ll be ok,” Cal had told you once at dinner. 

Funnily enough, neither of you were as driven to fuck without Austin there. You joked how he was the sexy lynchpin. 

Did you fuck anyway? Yeah, of course you did. But it was way more of a ‘friends with benefits’ feel than it had been with Austin.

Today though you are in the most unlikely of places. You are in Ohio for your cousin’s wedding. It was also Halloween, or Samhain, as she called it.

“It’s pronounced sow-een,” she kept telling anyone near with ears. She had this love affair with Halloween, excuse me, Samhain, so her wedding was gothy and occult themed. It was the only time she felt she could get away with it. Still there were grumbles from the relatives.  Skulls, ravens and ouija boards outfitted each table, complete with Tarot decks and black candles as wedding favors. 

She had arranged a palm reader and fortune teller  the way other people had DJ’s and photo booths.  The venu was out in a barn on her friends’ farm. You had come out that afternoon to help set it all up. The wedding wasn’t until after dark, of course. 

Her little sister, who was in her mid teens, had brought over a Ouija board and plonked down on the table where you were sitting and tasting the special "black widow" cocktail complete with black glitter and a red spherical ice cube. You thought it was a drink that tempted fate, and hoped it wasn't predictive of your cousins marriage to be.

"Play with me," she had asked, "it's not fun alone."

You agreed, what harm could it have really.

She asked things like:

Are there spirits in the barn? 'no'

Has anyone died in here? 'yes'

Am I crazy? 'no'

Have I met the person I'll marry?

The planchet wandered to ‘no’ for her and practically zipped to ‘yes’ for you. 

“Oooo, who is it! You have to spill, I’m dying to know!” she said wagging her eyebrows. She idolized you, living in the big city and making your own way in the world. You had promised her a trip to New York for a graduation present. She was definitely one of those black sheep of your midwestern family. Destined for something far bigger than marrying a local boy and popping out kids. 

“I don’t know, could be anyone,” you laughed, “I live in a city with eight million people.”  

“Ok, ok! Let’s try this. Ouija Board, where is this man?” she asks. 

O-U-T-S-I-D-E came the answer. 

“That’s unhelpful,” she made a sour face, “unless he’s like a forest ranger or something. Know any forest rangers?” 

“No,” You just laugh it off. Ouija Boards were supposed to be for talking to the dead. You are pretty sure that you aren't going to marry someone dead.

It was then that you heard the tell tale sounds of an old motorcycle in the driveway.

“Oh yeah, they said there was a movie being filmed about motorcycles and that they might be using the front drive to turn around in,” your little cousin says, walking towards the barn door. “Isn't that so neat, a movie, here!! I wonder if it has anyone famous in it. OMG that’d be lit! 

“I dunno, I’ll ask” you hear a deep voice outside. 

You turn just to see the silhouette of a tall man in the bright square of the barn door. 

“Excuse me, is there a restroom I could use here?” the timbre of the voice is unmistakable if layered with a Chicago accent. 

“Austin?” his name drops out of your mouth like a spell.

It’s bewitching, the way he strides into the barn, his heels thunking on the old wooden floor. The lights finally uncover his features, and Austin only has eyes for you.

“Is it you? Is it really you,” he says disbelievingly. 

“Me? It’s fucking you!” you retort, or try to. He is on you in seconds, gathering you in his arms. 

 He smells like cold air, motor oil and cigarettes. He kisses you, tasting faintly like whiskey.  The world falls away and it’s only you two. 

“I’ve been missing you,” he says, placing his forehead on yours.

“Me too, so much,” you breathe back, hardly believing this is real.

You stay there for the span of two breaths, until your little cousin squeals, “Oh my god it was right, he WAS OUTSIDE!” 

The End

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[killmongerskeepermain]

Prompt Request: Hey, could u do smut 7 with Shuri? Thank u! 

Prompt Request: Hellooo ꉂ(ˊᗜˋ*)♡ Can u do 7 from the smut prompts lists with Shuri? ALSO I REALLY LOVE UR WRITTINGSSS AAAAA, U DID A REALLY GOODD JOBB ON UR WRITTINGSS ♡ I hopee u have a greatt dayyy, and take caree

Smut #7: “I wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it”

You flipped through the papers in front of you with a slight scowl as Shuri was explaining the sequence to you again. Something about it just wasn't clicking on your brain, giving you a hard time. 

"Baby can I just skip this one? It's harder than I expected it to be." You whined in frustration as she let a laugh rock her frame. She moved a couple of spheres before looking over at you to see your attention was on the papers in front of you. 

"I just showed you and you weren't even paying attention." She joked and you gave her your best puppy dog eyes. "I'm sorry your highness. Can you ever forgive me?" She gave a small smirk as she shrugged her shoulders. 

"Don't know. You don't seem like you deserve my forgiveness." You began to pout as she grabbed hold of your waist. "You weren't paying attention when I was trying to help you." You frowned knowing she did attempt to help you but you didn't want to pay attention. You didn't say anything before she pulled you to the glass in her lab. You could see the rest of the lab down below and it never ceased to amaze you. Without warning she pressed up against you, pushing you closer to the glass. 

"Griot. Lock down the upper part of the lab. No one gets in or out until I say so." She said and you shivered as her breath fanned over your ear.

"Yes Princess." Her hand started traveling down your body and you were glad you wore a dress today. Her skilled hands undid your lab coat revealing the black dress underneath, stopping mid thigh.

"Shuri what are you-" She peppered soft kisses along your shoulder cutting off your sentence as she moved to lift your dress over your ass.

“I wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it.” You could practically hear the smirk on her lips as she slid your panties to the side to toy with your folds. She purposely avoided touching your clit and you wiggled in annoyance until her hand came up to grab your throat. "You don't listen when I try to help you and you're the one mad? Absolutely not princess. You don't get to be mad." Her voice was enough for you to moan out softly as her fingers grazed over your clit. Bucking into her as she drew circles into your skin before pushing a finger inside you. You groped to grab onto something for support but all you could do was push into the glass in front of you. She held you to make sure you stayed bent over as her finger slid in and out of you. "You look so pretty like this sthandwa. So fucking pretty."

You found yourself pushing back to fuck yourself on her finger when she added a second one. Her speed increased and the glass in front of you started to fog up. "What would the others think if they saw you like this? All they have to do is look up. Then they'll see you fucking yourself on my hand." Cocky little shit. Your eyes fluttered closed when her thumb started rubbing circles on your clit. Your knees shook a little and sweat started to form on your forehead. You clenched down on her fingers causing her to groan into your ear. 

"Just like that. Are you going to cum for me?" She lightly bit down on your ear as you put more force into fucking her hand. Her hand sped up and you clenched your thighs together. "Cum for me pretty girl. That's it." Her words pushed you over the edge and you found yourself coming undone all over her hand. She fucked you through your orgasm before pulling you back into her. "Open." Your lips parted as her fingers slipped in your mouth giving you a taste of yourself. "Pull yourself together sthandwa." She grinned as she pulled your panties and dress down. Hiding your panties in her pocket you buttoned the lab coat with a playful scowl. You went up to kiss her and she leaned into you. 

"I love you." You mumbled against her lips as she held you. 

"I love you too princess. Griot allow access to the upper part of the lab." She said aloud before pecking your lips again. The door opened to reveal Okoye with an annoyed expression on her features. 

"About time! We have things to discuss with the queen." The two of you nodded before her attention went to the glass. "Also Princess get someone to clean your window. It's all smudged. Not a good look."

[sitp-recs]

I just finished a great romcom and now Im wondering do you have Drarry recs that are romcom-y? It doesnt have to explicitly labeled as such but just a vibe...you know that after a serious of little hick ups and An Airport Run for True Love a pop banger playing in the background vibe :D

Hi anon! Oh that’s such an exciting ask, I’ve had lots of fun thinking about this one. I feel like I haven’t read enough romcom, would love to explore this genre further. I hope you enjoy these!

Mad Blood Stirring by provocative_envy (E, 3k) - Hockey AU

It's not like they've been angrily hooking up on the sly since meeting at a Juniors skills camp in fucking Manitoba four years ago, except that's exactly what they've been doing.

Burning Down the House by @peachpety (M, 4k)

Harry is happy as editor-in-chief of The Quibbler. From planning to printing, design to deadlines, he enjoys being in the hot seat. And after vanquishing Voldemort, managing fires is an easy part of the job. Until his scorching crush on his impeccably dressed fashion editor flares out of control, and he's forced to face actual fires.

Per my last letter (I hope you choke on it) by @fluxweeed and @lastontheboat (T, 10k)

Or: the one where Harry has writer’s block and Malfoy isn’t helping.

Love, Actually, is All Around by @punk-rock-yuppie (T, 10k)

It's Christmastime, and Harry has just started as the new Minister of Magic. It just so happens that Draco works in his office as well, a holdover from Kingsley's tenure. Naturally, love is in the air.

Title of Their Sex Tape by @cibeewastaken (T, 12k)

What are the Wizarding world's most elite law enforcers doing when they aren't catching criminals? It seems Auror Malfoy is often caught throwing food into Auror Potter's mouth when he's mid-yawn. This story isn't about Draco throwing food at Harry. What it does have is: Undercover! Heists! Draco pining for Harry! Harry being oblivious, but also can't help noticing how good Draco smells! Banters and jokes! That's about it.

Crash (Into Me) by @sweet-s0rr0w (T, 14k)

Harry’s done plenty of ridiculous things for charity over the years, but Robards’ latest scheme really takes the biscuit. Or rather, the teacake. Good job Malfoy’s there to suffer alongside him this time, eh?

Yours Truly by @skeptiquewrites (M, 15k)

Every single one of Harry’s exes has gone on to marry the next person they date, and with the upcoming nuptials of numbers six and seven to each other, Harry’s feeling exhausted by it all. It doesn’t really matter if he lets people assume Draco Malfoy is his boyfriend for a moment of peace. In any case, Draco’s been away for five years and there’s no way he would find out, right?

The Courting by the Pureblood Who Only Has Five Milligrams of Romantic Intelligence and Thinks He’s Real Smooth by @cibeewastaken (T, 19k)

Draco could grab Potter and shove him into a stall before proceeding to suck his soul out of his dick, but secretly, deep down, in the part of Draco that he will never admit to anyone, he is (everyone pauses to shudder) a romantic. Potter is not someone Draco wants a one-off with. Potter is — Draco’s beloved!

Jumeaux by VivacissimoVoce (M, 19k)

Draco and Blaise own and operate a luxury spa resort together, and the Ministry's Auror department has scheduled a full service three-day retreat. Guess who's on the guest list?

Little Red Courgette by @blamebrampton (T, 31k)

When this season's purple courgettes are woefully thin, Draco Malfoy thinks it amounts to small beans. Next thing he knows, the Department of Standards is over-run with leeks, Brussels sprouts all sorts of legislative difficulties, and somebody appears to have put a roquette under Harry Potter. Can Draco seize a marrow victory? Or will his plans for peas be squashed?

The Four Ds of Apparition (or: Destination, Determination, Deliberation, and Dicks) by eidheann, firethesound (E, 36k)

After transferring to the Apparition Department, Harry's life becomes one big dick joke. And all his friends are arseholes. So is Malfoy, but what else is new? AKA Harry Potter and the eighteen twenty dicks.

Rookie Moves by peu_a_peu (E, 75k)

Aurors Potter and Malfoy crack the case.

Soup-pocalypse and The Great Curry Cataclysm by SquadOfCats (E, 104k)

Eleven years after the war, Draco Malfoy leads a quiet, boring, and perfectly respectable life, thanks very much. Or, at least he does, until a sudden and very unexpected veela awakening causes him to throw soup all over Harry Potter in the middle of the Ministry cafeteria.

[izgnanik-a]

Could we get a smut writing where Soap actually does join the reader and Gaz?

I already have my list filled up with pre-picked characters, but I’ll give you a little 🎁 while I’m out and about 😇 :

Referring list: ABC’s CoD Masterlist

Smut below line ⬇️ MINORS DNI - 18+ only

Help Me Get Away From Myself

Pairing: Kyle Garrick x Reader (feat. Johnny MacTavish) Word count: ~4K words Mostly proofread 🤷🏽

Tags: dub-con, threesome (mmf), p-in-v, anal, reverse cowgirl, cowgirl, breeding kink, double penetration, oral (f & m receiving), spit-roast, multiple f orgasms, vaginal fingering, light choking, spanking

18+ only - MINORS DNI

Kyle had you by the nape of your neck as he pushed you firmly against the back of the barrack’s dorm door. His lips already pressed tight to yours.

“I’ve been waiting,” he kissed you, “all day for this.” He squeezed your ass, grinding you forward onto his hardening cock. “You don’t even understand.”

You’d been in and out of his sight for the following weeks, a teasing gift dangled in front of him only to be taken indoors to straighten out paperwork, or physical training.

You’d been awake for the past 16 hours. Despite it all, you were just as wound up and hot for your boyfriend as he was for you. Maybe more.

“Arms up.” He directed, habit of having obtained his new role as corporal. He’d hoped to be a SGT or LT one day, but settled in his new seat of corporal well.

And like a good soldier, you put your arms up as he rolled your shirt over your head. You returned to his mouth as soon as you could, wrapping your arms around his neck, and grinding into him.

He moaned as he pushed back, unclasping your bra.

You put your arms down momentarily to drop it by your feet and return to holding him.

Pushing you up against the wall instead of the door, he hoisted you up to cling onto his hips. “You know,” he said between breaths and kissing. “If I’d known.. how much time it would.. take to get my hands on you again.” He cupped your face to hold your gaze. “I would have been thorough the last time I fucked you.”

“We can make up for lost time.” You smiled as he sunk back into you, already reaching for your uniform belt and slacks.

He got it undone before his private bathroom door was coming open, and you gave a startled shout as you shielded your chest.

Kyle looked over. “For fuck’s sake Johnny.” He grumbled, “Stop letting yourself in.”

MacTavish, standing in his comfy clothes, straight from the shower, was unbothered by the sight in front of him. Having seen you naked several times before from when Kyle and him shared a barrack room in bootcamp.

“You have better water pressure. Where else am I supposed to go? LT’s?”

Their lieutenant, Simon Riley, was a man who bites when someone steps on his toes.

“He’ll be all more the happy if he catches you taking a shower.” Kyle joked.

“You think so?” Johnny perked up. “He’s not too bad on the eyes—“

“Kyle.” You whined.

You were still pressed up against the wall, topless, and flushed red in embarrassment with your pants undone. You would’ve been even more upset if Kyle had been a little quicker with putting it in you, and he’d stopped mid thrust to talk to Johnny.

The least he could’ve done with put you down so you could grab your shirt.

“What?” Kyle hummed, his shoulder blocking sight of Johnny. “He was just leaving. Right, Johnny?” He turned to look again.

Johnny shrugged, “Not unless you need another person to watch for foul play.” He snorted, his tone was half serious.

Kyle tilted his head at Johnny and then you, as if it were a question that you were supposed to answer.

You looked at Johnny. “No. We’re fine.” You blushed.

Johnny shrugged, grabbing his hygiene bag and walked past you and Gaz to the door. “Suit yourself.” He teased.

Gaz kept his eyes on you, gears turning in his head. “Johnny?”

The door was half open, anyone walking by in the hall would see you if he wasn’t quick to shut the door. But he stood there like a big dumb boulder in the doorway, keeping it wide open.

“Come back in and shut the door.”

Your eyes flashed with surprise at your boyfriend.

Johnny did as he was told. Turning until his back was against the door.

“Come’ere.” Kyle gestured towards himself as he fit his hands under your ass, pressing his stomach to yours.

Johnny came right up to his side, his chest practically touching Kyle’s bicep. “You need something?” He let his eyes fall on you, and then your clasped breasts.

Your boyfriend smiled at you devilishly. “Yeah. I think I do. You mind sharing?”

“Not at all.” He purred.

And both men looked at you like you were a stack of delicious steaks, ready to tear into.

“Get on the bed Johnny.”

He wasted no time crossing the room, sat on the edge of the bed and watched.

Kyle cupped your face, “You alright?”

You glanced towards the other man in the room, noticing his bulge pushing up against his sweats.

“Eyes on me love.”

Kyle kissed you again, suckling on your bottom lip before drawing his fingertips down your shoulders and over your hands on your chest.

“Don’t worry about him.” He hummed against your tongue, “I’ll make sure he uses you nice before I show you how much I missed you.” Interlinking his fingers with yours, he pulled your hands away from your chest and gave Johnny an eye full of them.

You moaned as Gaz rolled his hips into you, rubbing against your clothed cunt. Unable to pull your fingers free from his, he dragged your hands up against the wall as he grinded into you.

He moved to your neck, suckling and biting at your collar as you panted.

You looked toward Johnny.

His eyes were fixed on the way Kyle’s lips mouthed on your flesh, encircling the roundness of your breasts, and perfect dark shade of your nipples. You could see his hunger grow when Kyle latched his mouth around one, teasing the bud with his tongue, and sucking hard until you quivered and moaned against him.

“Sounds rightfully sinful.” Johnny remarked.

Kyle smirked against your breast, “Tastes good too.” He looked up at you. “Let Johnny have a taste of you. Yeah?” He dropped your hand to latch one in your open slacks. Pushing into your underwear, he lathered the overwhelming slick of your folds between his fingers.

You cried out, clutching his hand from over your slacks. “Kyle—“ you moaned.

“She’s soaking wet.” He chuckled. “Does it make you hot because you know I might let Johnny fuck you?”

You moaned again as he dragged his fingers back and forth before pulling his hand out.

His fingers glistened with your slick.

Johnny crossed the room again, taking Gaz’s wrist before fitting his lips around them and sucking the taste of you into his mouth. He licked between them before licking his lips. “So cruel.”

Kyle hummed in agreement. “You want more?”

“Yes sir.” Johnny replied.

Kyle grasped your lower back and thigh before moving to set you down on both feet, and your hands fell back over your chest. “Kyle—“

“Do me a favor, Johnny, if she covers her chest one more time, spank her.” Kyle announced. “She likes when you spank her.”

“Is that right?” His hand grasped one of your wrists before pulling it from your chest. “You heard the man.”

Kyle kissed your cheek and neck as he began tugging your slacks down, massaging his hands into your ass before pulling them lower. “Johnny’s gonna get you nice and ready before he takes you, and you’ll suck me off. Alright?” He kept your underwear on as he pulled your pants off your feet.

You stared up at Johnny as Kyle kissed you.

Kyle lightly smacked your ass. “Yes or no?”

You flinched, pressing your lips together as you tried to remain composed. “Yes.”

He held your face in his hands. “I love you.”

You nodded as he moved in to kiss, “I love you.”

Kyle wrapped his arms around your lower back before hoisting you and turning your back to Johnny’s.

You felt the warmth of Johnny’s hands on your ribs and then the press of his cock against your ass. You felt the ghost of his fingers along the sides of your breasts before stronger hands grabbed them and pushed on them.

“Like this.” Kyle instructed, guiding Johnny’s fingers to tease your nipples while squeezing your breasts. “She likes it rough.”

The fact that he was talking about you in front of him was making you pant.

“Isn’t that right?” He gripped your chin with a teasing smirk, pushing your head back against Johnny’s chest.

You arched your back and whimpered as Johnny refused to let up on pinching and rolling your nipples between his fingers. “Yes.”

Johnny pressed his lips to your cheek, holding you against him with one hand on the base of your neck and the other gliding down towards your underwear. “Like this?” His palm pressed into your throat, gentle, but his fingertips squeezed your carotid.

You shut your eyes in bliss.

“Just like that.” Kyle hummed in delight as he watched Johnny’s fingers slip into your underwear and lather them between your folds.

You moaned, bucking against his fingers, and he hissed as you pushed back against his cock.

“Bring her here.” Kyle said as he settled on the bed, bringing his pants down and releasing his cock.

Johnny practically dragged you forward, fisting a hand in your hair firmly and bringing your head down to his cock.

“Now you’re getting it.” Kyle chuckled before moaning when your lips wrapped around his cock. His hand joined Johnny’s as he watched you bob your head.

Johnny clasped your hips, “Can I take this off?”

You lifted your head to speak, but Kyle’s hand in your hair was firm. With just enough space to speak over his cock, you panted, “Yes.”

Kyle nodded and Johnny rolled your underwear off your hips.

“Bloody— Jesus.” He groaned as he pulled your cheeks apart, staring at your glistening cunt.

“Smack it.” Kyle insisted. When Johnny hesitated, Kyle leaned over your back, and slapped a hand over your ass cheek.

You whimpered over his cock.

Another slap landed on your opposite cheek, by Johnny’s hand. It was heavier, bigger, you clenched up and still whimpered.

“I can see why you took this one for yourself. You’re rightfully blessed.” Johnny praised.

Kyle smiled as he combed your hair from your face, gathering it in his fist again, and sunk back on his elbow. “Eat her out. Then you can fuck her.”

Johnny gave in to impulse and sunk his teeth into your ass cheek. He smirked when you flinched only to push back into his mouth. “Yes sir.”

He wasted no time pulling your cheeks apart and licking you from swollen clit to wet hole.

Everything he had done with his tongue was right. You bucked against his mouth, feet still planted on the floor, and moaned and cried on Kyle’s cock as he fucked his tongue in you.

Kyle wiped the tears from the corners of your eyes as he fucked you down to the base of his cock, gagging to please him as he was pleasing you.

Johnny sucked on your clit, showing it important attention that had you practically shaking and crying. He was relentless, never coming up for air.

Your orgasm was nearing.

Kyle watched you rock your hips into Johnny’s face desperately, like he would when you’d ride him, seeking for a quicker release. His hand came up to slap your ass and Johnny’s other hand followed.

It had your knees buckling into the side of the bed, falling forward into Kyle’s stomach, and trapped against Johnny’s mouth.

Kyle hooked his hands under your thighs before setting your knees onto the mattress, pushing your face down so your ass remained up.

Johnny didn’t once break from your cunt.

You sobbed into Kyle’s shirt, holding onto his hips tightly. “Kyle—“ you trembled. “Ah- I’m-“ you reached behind you to grab onto Johnny’s hand on your ass, keeping you spread for him.

“You cumming baby?”

You nodded your head viciously.

Johnny fucked his tongue along your clit to those words and you pushed back onto him as you were cumming.

“Fuck.” Johnny gasped as he lapped into you again.

You whimpered, legs shaking to hold you up as your orgasm edges were still lingering.

“You’ve got a condom?”

“Top drawer. Grab two.” Kyle said as he pulled you up to your hands and knees, cupping your face. “You did so good.” He praised. “Still want it?”

You nodded, “Want you.”

Kyle sucked on your mouth. “How about Johnny? You want him?”

You panned your eyes along Kyle’s face. “Can I?”

“Can she have you?” Kyle asked, glancing over to Johnny standing with two condoms.

“Anytime she wants me.”

Kyle smiled at you. “Then it’s fine with me.” He kissed you again as Johnny peeled his sweats down, rolling his condom on his cock, and gazing over the sight of you on all fours.

“Can I step in?” Johnny’s hand pulled on your hip.

Kyle released you and watched Johnny pull you up to your knees against his chest.

Johnny kissed your neck. “I’m gonna take you apart nice and slow.” He smoothed his hands along your nude body, stroking your nipples and rubbing your thighs. “You want to sit on my cock and ride me, pretty girl?”

You nodded as you wrapped a hand around the neck of his neck, bringing his mouth to yours.

He grunted against your tongue as he grinded his cock along your cheeks. Bringing himself to sit beside Kyle on the bed, he propped a pillow behind his neck.

You climbed into his lap expectantly.

“Turn around.”

You stared at Johnny’s sure eyes and turned until your back was to him, holding his thighs.

His hands smoothed along your back, Gaz’s hands playing with your hair again.

You grinded along Johnny’s cock under you, slick and lube from the condom making you excessively sticky.

Johnny groaned as he pushed you up on your knees, holding his cockhead to your hole, and watched you sink down slowly.

You moaned, leaning forward on your palms, and rocked back and forth to ease yourself down.

“Fuckin— “ Johnny cried out behind you, stomach clenching, and he gasped when you swallowed all of him inside. “God, you feel good.”

Kyle rubbed your back and ass as you grinded against his cock, making little noises as you bounced. “That’s it. Good girl. You’re doing so well for Johnny.”

You fucked yourself back slowly, his hands holding your rotating hips, and Kyle’s praise filling your head. You let your head tip back, and a hand gently tugged on it.

You were pulled back flush to Johnny’s chest, legs unfolded under you until your feet were flat on the bed, and Johnny’s hands stroked along your thighs.

“Lift up your hips.” He instructed.

As you did, he secured his hands under your back to keep your hips elevated. Then he was pushing up into you.

You cried out, baring your neck as he fucked you. Firmly pushing up against your cervix, you were breaking apart again in his hands. You arched your back, meeting his thrusts, and listened to the stagger of his breath with each.

Johnny teethed along your shoulder. “You gonna cum for me again?”

You shook your head.

“Not yet.” Kyle said, “You have to touch her first, like this.”

And if Johnny wasn’t holding you up by your hips, you’d fold down. You cried out as Kyle rubbed your clit vigorously, kissing your open mouth, and down your chest.

Johnny underneath you began panting harder, fucking harder. “Fuck— I wish I could finish in you.” He growled in your ear as he was getting closer to his edge. “Wish I could breed this pussy.”

You let your eyes shut, rolling back in your skull, and went limp as another orgasm buzzed around in your head.

Johnny grunted as he came, filling the condoms and still fucking into you. He dropped your hips onto his, and collected his breath.

Kyle soothed his hands along your sides before bringing a hand to your sternum, knuckles rubbing firmly.

It brought you back from pleasure. Maybe even an orgasm coma.

You licked your lips.

“Good?”

You nodded softly.

Kyle hooked his arms under your sweaty back, hoisting you into his arms to kiss you.

Johnny collected himself, eyes shut in exhaustion.

Kyle tongue was slow and sensual against yours. A beat slower than before, and definitely softer than a second ago. “You still want me?” He asked.

You nodded.

Kyle hit Johnny’s stomach with the back of his hand, and he flinched. “Get me the lube from the drawer.”

You kissed along Kyle’s throat, knowing he was going to work you open. Only because your pussy couldn’t take another hit right now.

Johnny grumbled as he sat up, grabbing it from the drawer and set it and himself back on the mattress.

Kyle brought your mouth to his as he lathered his fingers. “Hold yourself open for me.”

You pressed your cheek to his shoulder as you reached behind, holding your cheeks apart as he ran cool gel along your hole. You clenched as he was already pushing in.

“No fucking way.” Johnny groaned, watching you take Kyle’s fingers. “You’ve got a real gift.”

Kyle chuckled as he kissed your neck. “Yeah I do.” He fucked his fingers in a quick manner, crooking his fingers against your rim, and stretching you to three thick fingers. “You think you’re ready for me?”

You nodded, releasing your cheeks to straddle him and hold yourself steady over his bare cock.

Kyle wrapped himself up, stroking his still hard cock with more lube, and bringing it to your hole. “Nice and slow.” He instructed.

You rolled your hips as his tip breached, meeting his hungry mouth and whimpered as he stretched you out.

“Hell.” Johnny groaned as you settled over Kyle’s cock completely and began fucking yourself down to make him cum.

Kyle watched you bounce, held your hips, and stared in amusement as you made it your goal to fuck him senseless. “You look so good taking my cock. Made for it.” He praised, “Wish you could see yourself, dove.”

Johnny’s hand returned to smooth along your ass, before half missing a smack as you bounced.

You whined, clenching over Kyle’s cock.

Kyle grit his teeth and moaned. “Squeeze me again.”

Johnny slapped the other cheek, making full contact this time.

You put your hands on the mattress to steady yourself as you flinched, clenching down.

Kyle pushed up against you. Wrapping his arm around your back, he fucked up into you to chase his orgasm.

“Kyle—“ you gasped when he practically ragdolled you against his cock. “Slow down.” You cried out against his collar.

“Gaz.” Johnny said.

And Kyle slowed to look at him.

“Turn her over.”

With no questions asked, Kyle lifted your hips and his cock fell from your gaping hole. He helped you to turn to straddle reverse cowgirl again, but Johnny put your back flat to Kyle’s chest.

He had peeled off his dirty condom and returned with another. He put his knees on the bed. “If you don’t mind.”

“Not at all.” Kyle mumbled, bringing his cock back to your hole.

You sunk down easily with a cry. But Johnny’s cockhead was at your cunt again, pushing in. You pushed your head back at the full pressure of being stuffed in both holes.

Kyle grunted, soothing his hands along your thighs.

“This feel okay?” Johnny asked.

You had your back arched over Gaz’s stomach as you cried out, “YES.”

Johnny chuckled as Kyle smiled. “That’s the most enthusiastic reply I’ve heard yet.”

Kyle pushed up into you as Johnny pulled out.

So overwhelmed with the full and empty sensation, you were pliant against both men’s demands. Johnny fucked his hips in shorter bursts, meeting Kyle’s languished thrusts and grinds of his cock.

You didn’t know whose mouth was on your neck, or who’s hands were on your waist, but you were thrumming with overstimulating energy. Orgasm after orgasm, you could’ve sworn you had already cum again when fingers started flicking your clit.

“Already had enough?” Gaz teased Johnny as his hips staggered.

“You?” He feigned strength but he was pushing it with another orgasm.

“Never tired of this.” He picked up pace, rocking in short motions.

You grew in volume again. “Johnny.” You cried as he suckled on your nipples, pinching the other.

“Oh. Say it again, pretty girl.” He resumed puncturing thrusts regardless of exhaustion. “Say my name again.” He clasped a hand at your throat again, bringing you forward.

“Johnny.” You sighed.

He was fucking with vigor before kissing you hard, teeth pinching, tongue hungry. He tangled a hand in your hair, still holding your throat, and fucked you as he was cumming again.

Kyle rubbed your lube and slick covered clit in circles, fucking into you until you and him were cumming simultaneously. He fucked you through the tightness.

Your body was limp over him once again.

Your holes were empty as they slipped from you.

A blanket was drawn over your quivering body, lungs on fire. A hand cradled your face, lips over yours, and another pair on your neck. You cracked your eyes open to see Johnny holding your face. Kyle pulled your face from Johnny’s hands, kissing you too.

He pulled you into his chest as Johnny lingered at yours, suckling your flesh with softness.

“You with me?” Kyle peppered your mouth with little kisses.

You kissed back every time you could, too buzzed out to bother moving.

Johnny kissed the corner of your mouth, taking up space alongside Kyle's kisses. Or rather jealous of his mouth on yours as he pushed in alongside Gaz's. "You did so well."

Gaz hummed in agreement.

"And to think I'd been missing out on this the entire time." Johnny chuckled. "You've got a real prize."

"I do." He said in delight, stroking his hands along your stomach.

You shut your eyes in exhaustion as both men kissed your mouth, still hungry for more but feeding on scraps.

"You plan on sleeping in?" Gaz asked, the pair of them going on in conversation as if you didn't just get your soul fucked out of you.

"If you don't have to get up in the morning early. I've got physical training shit at 9am."

"Don't have to be up until 8am. If that doesn't bother you."

"Doesn't bother me at all." Johnny hummed against your neck as he kissed there. "If it means I get to fuck her in the morning."

"It's her favorite way to wake up."

"Fucking hell."

[amazingmsme]

So What’s the Big Deal?

AN: this is for that one anon a while back that was asking for more wwdits fics, the nuzzling prompt was perfect for namdermo fluff! Hope y’all enjoy, here’s day 8!

Guillermo thought that maybe, just once, it might be different. His... he was hesitant to use the word friends right now, so let's just say his roommates had been fairly reasonable with him lately, especially in comparison to his early years as a familiar. Nandor wasn't completely distant anymore, and he occasionally showed some semblance of affection. Colin Robinson didn't always drain his energy, and even Lazlo and Nadja started to use his real name!

... Most of the time. But Gizmo wasn't the worst, as far as nicknames were concerned.

He let out a deep sigh. Did Gizmo even qualify as a nickname? That sort of thing had always seemed like a fun in joke, where your friends gave you a cooler name than your own because they liked you, or it fits your personality better. They called him Gizmo because they couldn't bother to learn his real name for the longest time.

Most of the time he was the butler, the babysitter, the maid, but sometimes, they really made him feel like their pet.

Lazlo wouldn't stop fucking whistling at him. He had just told him he was busy, and now he was determined to make him drop his current task just to make him start a new one.

"Oh my god, what?" he cried out in frustration.

"Oh good, those ears of yours do work."

"Did you need something Lazlo?" It was best to cut to the chase with this lot.

"I do indeed! You see, a very large, very dead rat appears to have crawled inside the engine of my automobile, and you get to fish it out!" he finished with a smile, poking Guillermo's arm for emphasis.

"Ew, no! I'm busy, Nandor told me to have this done by the time he gets back. And besides, I have an order I need to go pick up."

"Come on Gizmo, it'll only take a second!" Lazlo insisted.

"I said no!"

"That's the spirit! Follow me!" He completely ignored Guillermo's protests and drug him away by the wrist, leading him to the garage.

~~~

It wasn't a rat, and it definitely wasn't dead. The possum had sprung to life as soon as Guillermo tried to lift it by its tail. It hissed and thrashed in his grip, scratching all the way up his arm, slicing through the thin rubber gloves he was wearing. He yelled out in pain and dropped the creature straight back into the engine. It flopped around on the inner mechanics before launching itself straight at Guillermo.

Lucky, he was able to catch it mid air just before it could latch onto his face and tear him to shreds. It still reached out for him, hissing and snarling in his face and lunging against his grasp.

Lazlo did nothing but watch as he wrangled the possum into a trash can and carry it outside. Okay, he held the door open for him, but he literally did nothing to actually help.

He didn't even say thank you!

Guillermo tried to calm himself down as he walked to the nearby bakery. The poor cashier gave him a concerned look when he walked in covered in bloody scratches.

"Possum," he explained bluntly and she nodded in understanding.

"Ah. Well, I hope this makes up for it!" she chirped in her customer service voice. He smiled politely.

"You and me both." He grabbed his bag and stuffed his wallet back into his pocket.

“Thank you, have a nice day!"

"Thanks, you too."

"And happy birthday!"

Guillermo paused with his hand on the door. That was the first time he'd heard that today.

"Thank you." He quickly rushed out before he burst into tears from a perfectly normal interaction. He didn't expect those words to hit him so hard, but hey, it's been a rough day.

He was relieved when he got home. He wanted nothing more than to rush off to his room before any of the vampires saw him and demanded his attention. Thankfully, no one seemed to be awake yet. What the hell, it was his birthday, a little pizza wouldn't hurt. It was still a few hours before sunset, so the delivery guy should be fine.

He placed his order and began the arduous task of deciding what to watch. He browsed through the downloaded movies on his laptop, pausing when he came across Sixteen Candles. How fitting...

He always did like that movie. And it at least felt festive for the occasion.

He clicked play and nestled into a hoard of blankets and pillows, keeping an eye out for his delivery.

He was halfway back to his room, pizza box in hand when he ran into Nandor, still in his sleeping robes.

"Guillermo, there you are!"

He was so close to the freedom of his room.

"Hello Master."

"I heard about what happened with the giant rat," Nandor began in his own form of apology.

"It was a possum."

"Same thing. Are you okay?" he asked, tilting his head as he took a step forward.

"Yeah, I just finished cleaning the scratches." Guillermo tried to step around him. "But I'm actually watching a movie right now, so..." he trailed off, excusing himself.

"Really? What's it about?" Nandor asked, deciding to follow him to his room. Well, if he really wanted to know...

"This girl's whole family forgets her 16th birthday, which is, like, a big deal for humans, all because her older sister's getting married the next day. But hey, at least they had a good excuse." His tone was a little harsher than necessary, and he made his annoyance clear when Nandor invited himself into his room.

"Oh please, I'm sure someone remembered," he said flippantly. Guillermo barked out a laugh.

"That's rich, coming from you."

Nandor's brows knit together in concern. "Guillermo, what's wrong?"

"You really don't know what day it is, do you?" he asked, hanging on to the last bit of hope.

"... Tuesday?"

"It's my birthday!" Guillermo didn’t like how long it was taking him to respond.

"So, like, what's the big deal?" God, he hated just how clueless Nandor could be.

"Get out," he said calmly, pointing at the door.

"Wait-" Nandor called out, and Guillermo looked at him expectantly. "Is it really your birthday?" he asked sheepishly.

He nodded, arms crossed over his chest. "Yeah, it is. But I know you guys don't really care about that sort of thing, so it's fine." He turned away, grabbing a slice of pizza to indicate the discussion was over.

So why was he still standing there?

"Guillermo... Are you mad at me?" Of course that’s all he cared about. And he really didn't want to deal with this right now.

"No Master, I'm just tired. So can I please just watch my movie?"

Nandor didn't know what to think. Sure, Guillermo said he wasn't angry, but his whole demeanor said otherwise. He was hesitant to leave if he upset him.

"Of course! You know, I too enjoy a good moving picture," Nandor wandered closer to the bed, peering down at the screen. Guillermo sighed.

"Do you want to watch it?"

"Thank you, I'd love to!" Nandor exclaimed and immediately flopped down next to Guillermo, taking up a fair amount of space on the bed. He adjusted himself until he was comfortable before resting his chin on his shoulder to see the screen better.

Well, maybe this day wasn't the worst.

He hadn't been very far into the movie, so he played it from the beginning for Nandor's sake. This almost felt... nice. Normal. But in the back of his mind, he knew Nandor was only doing this because he felt guilty.

The vampire shifted in his seat, hugging him closer and nuzzling into his neck slightly. Guillermo tried to scrunch his neck, lips twitching into a smile. Nandor's beard was scratching against a particularly sensitive spot right behind his ear. Finally, it grew to be too much,  and Guillermo had to shove him away.

"Stohop! That really tickles!"

The silence that followed sent a chill up Guillermo's spine.

"I'm sorry, it really what?" he asked deviously, flashing his fangs with an evil grin. Before his familiar could answer properly, he buried his face in his neck, drawing out a shrill squeal instead.

"Nohohothihing! Just forget ihihit!" he cried frantically, desperately clawing at Nandor's arms wrapped around him. That rough beard returned to the soft skin of his neck, and a hand flew up to hide his blushing face. He wasn't even facing him, but he felt he needed to hide.

"Nooo, I don't think sooo!" he cooed directly in Guillermo's ear; the hot breath and rough stubble sent goosebumps across his whole body. He was downright mortified when he felt fangs trace and nibble just below his jaw, and he immediately snorted.

"Nohoho, plehehease!" he whined as Nandor wrestled his arms down to his sides, leaving him utterly defenseless. He began nuzzling against the nape of his neck and behind his ears, growling and nipping just to hear the frantic jump in laughter each time.

"What an adorable weakness for you to have! You better hope Nadja and Lazlo don't find out about this, they love themselves a helpless, ticklish neck," he taunted, and Guillermo could practically hear his grin.

Fuck. "Dohohon't you dahare tehehell them!" he tried to sound threatening, but it wasn't coming across as planned.

"Don't worry, I don't plan on sharing," he set his worries at ease, but he honestly didn't know if that would be worse.

"Nahahandor! Just lehehet mehe gohohoho!"

"It's funny, hundreds of men said the exact same thing, and it never saved them. Then again, they weren't laughing like you are."

"Just kihihill mehehehe!" he yelled dramatically, and Nandor couldn't help but chuckle along.

"On your birthday? I couldn't! But you might wish you were dead by the time I'm through with you!" he threatened.

"M-mahaster, plehehease!" Guillermo could only squeal and thrash as he was tickled from behind. His pleading went ignored, and Nandor nuzzled deeper against his neck, causing him to let out an adorable gasp. His nose scrunched and he snickered and shook his head back and forth.  The not quite so unbearable torture persisted.

He couldn't believe this was happening to him. He couldn't believe Nandor actually felt bad for forgetting his birthday, and was trying to cheer him up. He could deny it all he wants, but Guillermo knows that's why he's really doing this. Then again, his master loves having any kind of power over someone, so he'll take that with a grain of salt. But he was being gentle with him; he was intentionally being playful. In his fuzzy, giggly mindset, that had to mean something.

And then curious, probing hands slipped under his sweater, and all those nice thoughts flew out the window because now Nandor was kneading his hips and belly. He barked out a surprised laugh, hands flapping by his sides where they were pinned. He managed to slip an arm free, weakly tugging at the invading hands.

"Uh oh, we can't have that," Nandor muttered as he pinned his arm above his head. Guillermo shook his head frantically as nervous giggles spilled past his lips.

"Nohoho! Nahandor, plehehease! It tickles!" he begged, and he could feel the smile pressed against his neck stretch wider.

"Oh my sweet Guillermo, the real tickling hasn't even started yet," he taunted, relishing in the choked yelp that caught itself in his victim's throat.

He didn't have time to question what that meant before he was screaming in laughter. Nandor hugged him closer as one hand dug in his exposed pit while he blew a relentless onslaught of raspberries on his neck.

This was shaping up to be a long night.

[moonlit-void-to-the-far-unknown]

Logan Roy would 1000% send his children to be institutionalised if they were more blatant about there mental illnesses.

Like all of the Roy family has sever mental illnesses let’s be real here how can they not growing up like they did.

But I see so many ‘being the youngest Roy sibling’ HC and I keep thinking about being the youngest Roy sibling and showing sever signs of bi polar or depression or schizophrenia *hey hey I have bi polar, depression and had schizoaffective disorder so I can say that shit ain’t fun* so here some Hc? Brain dribble about that.

So it’s under readmore and yeah also I am

Someone who has been in a psych ward many times *dont ask* so I feel qualified to make this.

Like they show signs of it being sever, sever and like they get dealt with, when there like a kid and Logan just punishes them like they are having tantrums. But by like maybe early to mid 20s it becomes very clear when they try to off themselves.

That’s when Logan says ‘fine we’ll deal with this the old fashion way’ and let’s just say the siblings are ya know sitting with the youngest Roy at Logan’s house when the men in white jackets come and basically yank them up and the whole time the others are screaming like ‘the fuck is going on?!’ And the youngest is just screaming for them to let them go and maybe even tries to grab onto Kendall or Roman or shiv while being dragged out.

After logan explains, your just going to a hospital that can better treat you, and help you deal with your mental state better.

Connor fully riots when he hears this happened, storms into Logan’s office with Kendall and Roman behind him trying to ya know stop the fight that’s about to kick off and Connor is fuming like

“You fucking bastard! You already locked my mother up, your once wife! But that’s not enough so you lock your fucking kid up?!” Like this is an anger I don’t think anyone’s ever seen in Connor.

And Connor is the one to visit you every day, he brings you things you may need, or just things he hopes you can decorate your little space in your room with.

Roman brings you like the things you can’t sleep with out at night, like a special stuffed animal or a blanket or pillow. He’s the one who jokes about you being the actual crazy one, and like he gets the need to deflect with dark humor.

Shiv is the one who brings you the clothes you actually would wear, and not the random stuff that Logan had a house keeper pack for you. When she first visits to bring them your in a full on hospital gown because you refuse to wear what Logan gave you.

Kendall is the most awkward when he visits because yeah he went to rehab but like, this is way more lock down and he maybe realises that this could have happened to him if he didn’t ya know get a control on his shit like he tries to.

You meet Tom while still in the ya know hospital and fully tell shiv if she marries him you have a free bed in your room if she needs it.

Logan basically 51-50ed you so like the resentment against him is real, it’s like not good.

You spend like a solid almost 2 years institutionalised. But when you get out, Connor has a welcome home party for you. Everyone comes out, except Logan cause Connor was not about to have that KO fight happen.

You have always been closest to Roman, not really sure why but you two just get each other better and oh the jokes you both make at each other, like makes everyone else so uncomfortable. When eating at the like welcome back dinner he switches your silver wear for plastic and you joke like

“Plastic can still hurt. Wanna see” and like he knows it’s a joke but everyone else gets that like uncomfortable vibe about them

“If I can’t joke about it, I’ll cry about it, so we joke yes? Do you want me to jump off the roof cause-“

Roman casually jokingly makes sure your taking your meds everyday like texts or calls or quips like

“So how’s today? You eat? Take your fucking crazy pills that make you see god or whatever…” like very obvious but very Roman.

I just, I have feelings alright…

[miksy63]

Boyfie

18+ MDNI

Tooth-rotting fluff, Izuku is a giver, Izuku x fem reader

Warnings: soft smut, slight dumification (I think)

Thinking about Deku in his mid-twenties…

Deku who still can’t believe he’s made it as a hero and now has more money than he knows what to do with. He spoils you rotten, using his money to buy you clothes, shoes and anything your little heart desires. You’re his pretty little girlfriend and anything you want, you’ll get.

He can’t help but stare at you on the dance floor, watching with  a lovesick gaze as he gushes drunkenly to his friends. Not caring that his buddies poke fun at his rambling, all he can think is “I’m so lucky” “She makes me so happy” “Isn’t she beautiful Kacchan??”.  Bakugou almost left the bar early just to escape the damn nerd’s constant chatter about you. Sometimes he would even joke that you had his friend under some kind of spell. Bakugou didn’t know how right he was to think that.

The delicate way you hold him and caress his scarred hands, letting him nuzzle into your chest after a long day patrolling and saving countless lives. He loves how you gently clean his scars and massage his sore muscles, and your poor attempts at hiding the worry that one day he might come back with more than a few scars, or that he might not come back at all.

Deku hates worrying you, his baby, his everything, his princess. Everything about you has him falling deeper under your spell.

But what charms him the most about you is how good you are for him, the way you let him spread you open and bully his way inside your plush heat. He groans, pressing into you with his weight and making your body heat up when he draws circles into your clit. Fucking you so good, making your mind hazy, “just relax honey, it’s okay”, he pounds into you so hard, only focused on making you feel good. 

Gazing into your eyes with so much love it’s overwhelming “let me take care of you baby” you let him love you just the way he likes. All you can do is let out small moans and whimpers “l-love you…Izu, please”. He loves it when you’re like this, his adorable sweetheart crying out for her “Zuku”, begging him to take care of her, to love her. And who is he to deny you? Not when you beg so nicely, your soft lips curling sweetly as you quiver and shake under him.

Deku who, after he’s filled you up, his cum slowly leaking down your thighs and your pussy shaking, pampers you. He effortlessly lifts your body to set you on top of his chest, stroking your back and waiting patiently for you to come back to him. “My pretty girl…so good f’me” he praises you endlessly, whispering words like silk in your ear. He rubs your whole body down in the shower, caressing you delicately and massaging your favourite lotion into your skin afterwards. His strong arms carry you, now clean and dressed in one of his t-shirts back to the bed, setting you down carefully. 

Deku who curls his massive body around your smaller one, burying you in his chest, softly kissing your forehead as you fall asleep, promising to always be there, to be your hero. No matter what, he’ll always spoil his baby, because in his eyes, nothing he gives you could ever be enough to repay the gift of your love that is sweet and pure, the little things that make his eyes sparkle with the brightest smile. Deku who's under your spell and hopes you never let go.

Just Deku who’s so boyfriend-shaped…

This is my first time writing smut and I think it's right that I tried with Deku.

I'm also surprised that I don't completely hate it lol. <3

[sleepiest-writing]

Hello✨✨ man I e been wanting to a mashup since forever so TYSM for this opportunity I genuinely greatly appreciate it✨

Ok so let’s see, I am 5’3 early 20s mex girlie (no real care for pronouns I’ll go by all and any) and non labeled sexuality (I’ll fall for anyone for any reason) possibly adhd or autistic but undiagnosed so no medical proof on that, I am a Scorpio, infp and year of the goat (idk I’ve seen those included in stuff) I love anything art related (arts n craft)? I draw a lot, and in turn also adore seeing peoples art journey, style and character designing. I also adore cooking and baking, but I am a beginner, learnings is so much fun anyways. I’ve been told that I can be energetic, kinda clingy, really forgetful and sweet. Which fair, my head is a constant mess that rarely runs on organized thoughts, most of it is impulsive,how fun. I get distracted easily, my attention span is pretty much nonexistent, and I forget a concerning amount of things throughout the day. I struggle to keep my areas clean but I’m getting better. My love/affection language would be physical touch, words of affirmation and gift giving, not even expensive things, for the most part it’s been homemade meals for my sisters, and small trinkets I find for my friends. I’m also a hopeless romantic, and I love all things horror :3 I also have little to no self preservation, and dares are always a go (I once ate a dandelion cuz me n my sisters thought it would be funny, and it was) oh yeah, I’m also an ambivert who loves to go outside, socializing is a nightmare but people are interesting and I wanna be more social, I’m just stupidly shy. I also have a lot of habits that others seem to like? My sisters have commented I’m very expressive via eyes, and on more than one occasion have caused them to fall laughing. A lot of my relatives have said I’m very loving and have way to much to give because I’m always hugging people I like and clinging to them (ex my favorite Tia), and friends have told me I need to stop being attached or wanting the attention of those who aren’t… All that good to me, I have a difficult time accepting things, change is hard and I can be irrational about things pertaining to my well being. And my last habit would be, that I’ve been called weak willed and dense as fuck, weak willed because it doesn’t take much to sway me, or get me to do something. And dense cuz social cues are difficult, like how am I supposed to know this person genuinely finds me enjoyable to be around, I call bs

Uh for the mashup I would like it romantic, and long If possible (idk if this is enough, sorry for the mess of info I hope it’s good enough :’3)

TYSM for granting this long time wish✨✨💕

Hello Hello! You sound absolutely wonderful, thank you for the matchup!

Also thank you for your patience because I know you've been sitting in my ask box for quite the while! Here's your lover boy ;D

꒷꒥꒷꒥꒷꒷꒥꒷꒥꒷꒷꒥꒷꒥꒷꒷꒥꒷꒥꒷꒷꒥꒷꒥꒷꒷꒥꒷꒥꒷꒷꒥꒷꒥꒷꒷꒥꒷꒥꒷꒷꒥꒷꒥꒷꒷꒥꒷꒥꒷꒷꒥꒷꒥꒷꒥

I match you up with....

TANG ! [US!papyrus]

☁︎‎‎‧ This guy WILL make you shitty crafts about your most recent interest!

☁︎‎‎‧ He LOVES when you cling to him, lets you grab his arm in public, hell depending on who's around he'll let you climb him- he loves it.

☁︎‎‎‧ he's an extroverted introvert because of his brother, so he's chill with socialising and helps create segways that include you in the conversation without that weird awkwardness.

☁︎‎‎‧ However he is also absolutely horrendous when it comes to social cues, so he tends to fall back on his jokes as a backup.

☁︎‎‎‧ Adores how expressive your facial features are, catch this idiot looking at you and just melting - especially if you're mid-ramble.

☁︎‎‎‧ Again because of this brother, He's good at cleaning and organising- So tries to help whenever you let him, he'd never move your things around without asking. He would buy so many folders and binders for you for any art you may create.

☁︎‎‎‧ At first, he'd panic a bit about you being irrational about yourself. He'd have to ask questions to try and help, he's trying.

☁︎‎‎‧ Lastly, He'd not stand for anyone calling you weak-willed, he knows how to set healthy boundaries while also dealing with people who are used to walking all over others. Hopefully you pick up on how to put your foot down, but there's no rush for that, he understands it takes time and a lot of mental effort.

꒷꒥꒷꒥꒷꒷꒥꒷꒥꒷꒷꒥꒷꒥꒷꒷꒥꒷꒥꒷꒷꒥꒷꒥꒷꒷꒥꒷꒥꒷꒷꒥꒷꒥꒷꒷꒥꒷꒥꒷꒷꒥꒷꒥꒷꒷꒥꒷꒥꒷꒷꒥꒷꒥꒷꒥

I hope you enjoyed this matchup! Once again I apologise for being so late with it but I hope your happy with it! I loved writing this :D

[fuckfuckgoback]

paracosm dashboard simulator

Inspired by @maddgical-boy :D

🌃 justice385627 Follow

Repeat offender caught west of main. Subject has short brown hair, brown eyes, and was known for pickpocketing. Confiscated goods are pending return.

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caught west of main

thats our area you fucking leeches what the hell

🫐 orions-belt Follow

We actually ran into them in the mid city, and chased them all the way over. 😅

🌃 justice385627

And we wouldn't have had to if any of you could do your jobs.

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🕶️ monsterfucker378 Follow

something about that slime guy from last week... c'mon police just let me visit i could fix him

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🌃 justice385627 Follow

In reference to the reblog below this: Let him figure it out on his own.

🪨 scumoftheearth Follow

girl he's been posting pics of baggy Ts with khaki shorts please let me intervene

🌃 justice385627

K told me to reply "It's a canon event" and you know I'm not a girl?

#confusion aside it hurts me as well but he has to start somewhere

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🫐 orions-belt Follow

does anyone have any fashion advice

🫐 orions-belt

like, how it works?

🫐 orions-belt

where do people buy clothes...?

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powers-kill-deactivated20360709

This attack on our city cannot go ignored. The public should not fear humanoid monsters or people creating electricity to destroy and steal from our community stores. It is revolting.

Possessing powers at all makes these individuals inherently dangerous, but we should not ever see them used to their extreme like this. Action must be taken.

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oh to be able to summon lightning and take down capitalism with my spidergirl girlfriend

powers-kill-deactivated20360709

These people are causing real chaos and destruction. You are sick for joking about this.

🕷️ gayspiderlover

😚🏳️‍🌈🕷️

mwah

#happy six year anniversary to this post #and the attack ig #i hope theyre still together

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💁‍♀️ gender-fucked-nbee Follow

"his pronouns are she/her!" - E probably

🌃 justice385627 Follow

What? I am well aware tack uses she/her pronouns.

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It's a joke, it's based off a different meme, I think they're just saying you'd say something like that.

🌃 justice385627

This site is a waste of time.

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been experimenting with making small bombs recently and i put one in my bag and almost brought it home on accident. if my little sister had found that....

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what is it with these fake self proclaimed "vigilante crime fighters" nowadays trying to be so cool? we know you don't make bombs, quit stroking your ego

🥼 ethical-lesbian-crimes

hey.

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if you have any of the slots on your ci ring set to anything fancy unfollow me immediately. its frankly quite rude to switch into that in front of your friends who can't afford something so expensive

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a ci ring is $6000??????

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LMAO imagine complaining about not affording a suit yet owning the rich person identity stealer 2000

#everyone here died 💀 #anyway its super easy to make knockoffs

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💕 fangirl-hours Follow

whoes that new guy with the blue hair? I think hes been running around with the team down by the bottom of the hills? vigilante fans help me out here!

🫐 orions-belt Follow

thats me actually! I am newer around here but I'm with E's group. my hair might stand out a little too much lol

💕 fangirl-hours

OMG. uh hiiiiiiiii. youre very cool I love when you do stuff with uhh gravity. wanna hang out sometime?

🫐 orions-belt

uh, E doesn't really want us meeting up with anyone outside the group in our secret identities. so probably not.

💕 fangirl-hours

oh well can we still dm?

💕 fangirl-hours

hello?

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definitely left

💁‍♀️ gender-fucked-nbee

poll canceled everyone my partner is here 🥰

🌑 night-fight Follow

doesn't your blog say you're aroace?

🪨 scumoftheearth

yeah and it also says that im in a qpr with them so whats your fucking problem

#do people on this site not read?

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#gaming

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[without-it]

ok i lied i love to update u guys. heres updates and general tips and goals for the next fast ❤️

said id wait till thursday but at my core im a little silly guy who loves to lie and tell untruths!! so heres the fasting tea abt wrapping up that last 90 hour fast and starting this one

first off, the refeeding and weight gain update from the two days of eating "normally" : weight update this morning, from my last weigh in on monday, i gained about 1/3 of a pound (i lost just over 10 pounds so really good return) so really happy with that honestly. refeeding is such a huge and often overlooked aspect to fasting, and if its handled wrong it can often negate all ur hard work.

when i refeed i focus on PLAIN low calorie foods. if you end a fast with curry to be perfectly honest ur gonna shit urself to death and have a fucking miserable time lmao. my go to is a PLAIN UNSEASONED steamed veggie dish (usually steamed broc and corn, broc bc low calorie and corn bc i am a corn GIRLIE), and often with miso soup to go with it. unseasoned foods help with the upset tummy after ending a fast, and get ur body used to actually processing glucose again. and miso soup is just a nice low calorie simple food to add some fun into that meal. pls dear god do not eat sweet foods / high salt / high seasoned in general / or heavy meat or sauced dishes as a fast breaking meal. if youve fasted for more than a 4 days im not joking you can literally end up dying from that so just be responsible shawtie damn. (look up refeeding syndrome im not a doctor so im not gonna give u the lowdown)

things to focus on during the fast to help prevent rapid weight gain: drink ur god damn liquids. i dont care if ur getting water in thru diet soda or tea or fizzy water or even coffee. that is water, that is a pro and do not listen to ppl who say that water "doesnt count". when you restrict liquids during a fast you will obvi lose more weight in the short term, but during refeeding if u start drinking normally again (as i really hope u are lmao) you will gain this water weight rapidly. u turned ur body into a desert for a few days, and best believe the second u have more liquid ur body is gonna hang on to that for dear life. its better for u and less stressful in the long run to just keep up ur liquid intake during fasts trust me.

and then this is my go to routine for every fast:

every day i take these suppliments: high strength collagen, iron, zinc, a womens multivit, and the unsung hero of fasting? FIBER TABLETS. bro i can fast for over a week and still not be constipated bc im on my SIGMA FIBER GRINDSET

and then my daily intake: at least a liter of water every day with the "Endura brand low carb sugar free electrolyte drink" (in lemon lime flavor) (i put 2 scoops aka 2 serves per liter of water) the taste is super mid but honestly drinking that every day on my last fast made things such a breeze. literally like no headaches, no cramps, minimal dizziness, and my sleep was mostly uneffected.

then i also have either a can or two of coke zero. yes i know it has 1.1 calories and diet coke would be technically more appropriate for a fast, but i hate diet coke and u will not catch my ass drinking it

and then a cup or two of green tea with a 0 calorie sweetener. no recommendations on the sugar bc honestly i swap between brands depending on whats avail at my grocery store that week lmao.

all this liquid and high variety keeps me kinda full, and provides fun taste enrichment so i dont literally go monkey insane drinking plain water for a week. cool if u can do that but ur literally a psycho and not to be trusted frankly

so current goal is at least lunch time saturday. i have plans to do lunch w my friend but honestly if im not rly hungry then and i wanna keep the fast going im just gonna cancel that lunch or even push it to dinner to just get a few more hours in!

as usual, expect weight updates every morning. the starting situation is: 87kg exactly ( 191.8 pounds) , 20% of my weight loss goal achieved. see yall tmro for the update!

[mutiara-05]

I really hate watching the time passing me by and I also hate having to witness all my years fly so I hold my pen and sit down, it's time to write time for me to sort whats wrong and what's right but my life has been so fucking dull lately now so Ima tell you about my past and Ima keep it raw ok so back to the year of two thousands and five the mid of that year where I almost didn't survive was still in the womb and they announced me dead they scheduled curettage but "no" grandma said did a second check up and surprise I haven't died I was just chilling in there, was laying on my side now skip to mid august to my time to finally come I took about two days being a nightmare to mom well it's no surprise since she didn't want me at all but wanting a son he went and pinned her to a wall a disappointment since first breath by being a female my pink clothes highlighted the devil's clear fail the doctor who brought me said "she's a miracle" AB negative blood type yet she's alive.. untypical was hours old laying down when a nurse barged in yelling "a bomb was located, leave avoid your fin" the first four years of my life passed by really fast almost died a couple of times but that's the past got a bunch of allergies and one can easily kill me reason of death: a little peanut she couldn't see was five years old and already having trust issues but that's nothing because at six starts the abuse I've always wanted him to go a little bit further To stab him I needed an excuse since he's my father required straight A's while studying three languages school was an hour away and filled by dumb bitches made fun of and pushed around but I stood still all alone cause mama was busy to notice how I'm ill started writing at 6 as a joke but picked it at 10 for real I was alone and scarred I needed something to heal a couple failed tries then I wrote something so cool rushed to her feeling proud but she made me a fool I didn't hold a pen for full three years after that and I lost my spark while losing all the extra fat on sixth grade I failed to write an essay, no surprise costed me but I fixed it following my own advice high school started and was nothing like the movies from a teenage dream to a hell where you pay fees only one year then everything went down hill for me no hope, no dreams, not knowing who I should be fourteen was when I tried to take my life away but failed so I guess god really wanted me to stay now became dead inside using a fake smile to hide then knew an artist who took me to hope on a ride felt understood having a hero who knows my pain kept going by thinking about him under the rain by using his voice I crossed a phobia off of my list While aware he doesn't even know that I exist was struggling still but his smile helped me endure 2020 he left to cure his old left shoulder injure I remember so clear how I cried scared for him but he came back saving my life from being dim now 2021 oppression logged in after my hair cut overwhelmed I held a blue something ready to cut really wanting to see some red while killing myself but blacked out then woke under my books shelf I survived again so I had to create a second face living two lives and switching was the daily race but it's fine I was pretty chill, wanna know why? was waiting to be 17 believing that's when I'd die nineteenth august of two thousands twenty two at a restaurant waiting for two "friends" I knew many things went wrong that day but I didn't mind party's over, had a fight at home he won't be kind took a deep breath and calmly laid on my bed slept with a smile was sure by morning I'll be dead but "it's nine o'clock am" announced by my alarm I woke up at morning safe and sound with no harm my heart sank in why the fuck am I still here? I'm still alive I haven't died that's my biggest fear

Dressed up kinda overshowing to cover my state a couple males tried to hit, I lied: I'm not straight but "boys don't bite" oh yes I assure you they do I ain't letting my guard down, y'all stay safe tho went out with no permission to watch the world cup cool day but the loud sudden cheers fucked it up like sorry dudes I ruined such an important match you enjoy hearing cheers but I see a bloody patch skip that now its exams time I'm expected an A plus but I've been quite and over sleeping ain't it sus Results came back terrible, it ain't no surprise "How sad" "how unexpected" are my little lies let that too pass since it's now my birth month they took my light away and now I'm lost in a labyrinth decided I won't be celebrating nothing this year because I can't enjoy anything if he's not here I'm slipping back to a shadow that's blue and grey I'm slowly digging the dark grave where Ima lay but I don't care if my knees are buried in mud or even if I'm out there drowning in my own blood you can always start a battle and turn it to a war then put me in it with no gun no sword nor armour I can face the snipers alone and slay them all standing over cold bodies, you know I never fall I really don't need nobody, I don't wanna be saved save your pity, sweetness wasn't something I craved was once just a little girl who needed a warm hug but now a tomboy as cold as my iced coffee mug today I finally accepted that I am the villain here so fuck all of the promises I've made, am I clear? I ain't staying and I ain't trying, we won't go out won't write for nobody won't live in the same route I do have a list for the promises so I didn't forget but when I go extra for people I end with regret she was innocent one day but they hurt her a lot I built her a castle with high walls, for her I fought all she ever wanted was someone to read her a story now she write those and overuse the word sorry Dear lord I'm sorry for not being the best believer sorry that I only pray when I get a strong fever I'm sorry to my cousin, I cant keep being your idol I'm sorry grandma when you were alive I didn't call and I'm so sorry grandpa if I was ever too cold sorry aunt I stopped loving you when I got old sorry to my uncle who died the month I was born I blame myself for it every day and I'm still torn sorry to my "friends" I never loved you enough so sorry to the boy I turned down, I was rough sorry to the sun and the star that I did wrong you'll both keep shining in the lines of my song sorry to mama that I'm not the perfect daughter and sorry but I hate you so fucking much father to six thousands five hundred and seventy four days of me existing while being dead to my core

[nightowl33art]

Gonna try to use Tumblr a little bit more than I have been. Will start posting art and shit here. Might update my intro post or something. I also intend to use this page as a slightly more personal place than my Twitter. So I might post things like thought trains, random notes, personal messages, and my less mainstream creations, like poetry. Consider this a start. If there's major backlash or regret for this decision, I'll overturn it, but if not, buckle in for my random shit.

(CW for grooming mention below.)

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If you didn't know, I was groomed a few years ago. My groomer and I spoke from mid 2020 to early 2023, so I knew him for over two years. He was my best friend. Over the span of 2022 he went from a brother, to a lover after I turned 18, to my ex at the end of the year. I didn't realize it was grooming until late last year, and it still affects me to this day.

Clearing tabs, I came across a music video I bonded with him over. It hurts to remember things sometimes. Listening to the song brings joy, but I feel pain remembering the context I've mainly come to associate with it. After all, I haven't really touched that song since him,, til now.

The entire friend group we had at the time was nd. so we took stims and stuff off each other. Created a lot of inside jokes. When we cut off anyone deemed bad for us, he hoped they'd feel upset remembering these jokes and stims. For us, we'd still be able to laugh and not let these things weigh the jokes down.. Now that I'm on the other side, I've recontextualized some things so they don't bother me. But I can't help but remember sometimes. Those are the painful moments. They can bring tears.

I hate how the memory of my groomer sours some things. I wish it didn't feel so unpleasant to recall certain interactions with him. I used to console him all the time, the insecure wreck. Tell him I didn't hate him- that I could never. Fuck man, I defended him, saying he couldn't be a creep! I thought I got myself into that mess! But I'm a grown up now. I'm the age he was when he met me. My eyes have been opened. I hate him now. I despise what he has done. Although I am not permanently ruined, I am burned. Sometimes the scars are still tender.

Ik he occasionally stalks around the socials of those he's kicked away or those he doesn't like. He hate watches and laughs, calling them pathetic and what have you. I'm not exempt from the list. (In the past he and my ex, his partner, stalked my carrd to find the Twitter account I'd freshly made. I know bc his partner came in complaining about something I'd commissioned and rt'd.) I don't doubt they still check in on me every once in a while.

I used to be there with him. We'd ask "where are they now? What stupid things are they up to?" and go look. We'd treat the subjects like personal clowns and take joy in their pain. For someone so worried and traumatized over being a lolcow, he sure enjoyed making others his. (This is not to invalidate his trauma, but it does not justify him.)

Tumblr. I always viewed this place as his turf. I used to enjoy what he posted here. It was in my bookmarks. Now he's blocked. But I don't assume it'll stop him if he wanted to view my page on, say, incognito. Not much I can do to run or keep his eyes away so i have to be okay with that. BECAUSE of that, I don't mind posting about this- about him- on my Tumblr. So, to my groomer, if you're reading this.

Fuck you. YES I hate you and you're gonna have to live with that forever. I assume you don't care anymore what I think, but I retract everything I said when i knew you. I hate you. I hate you so fucking much. Whether or not you intended to hurt me in the way you have, you did, you selfish bitch. I looked to you for safety but you metaphorically dug your nails into my veins while I slept. I only am awake now to see the wounds. I thought you were the coolest motherfucker alive, I idolized you, I fell in love with you, and now I can only look at you in disgust. I'm aware you're likely not out there grooming others. You only have your partner, who you also groomed, younger than me, by your side, happily taken, living with you and your parents. I'd say it's not okay but it has to be because I can't do anything about it. It was your and his choice to end up where you are currently. And frankly I don't care about either of you. I'm sure you're happy together, living your best lives. Just know you're not having a better life than I. I've been out here, LIVING and thriving. You aren't superior to me (though I'm sure you enjoy imagining you are, sitting in your fortress while reading this in a silly voice.) I've got new opportunities, better friends, a healthier everything, and I'm content with my current love life. Rest assured, I have grown from the person I was when we dated. I wasn't in the best place and I regret my nasty moments. I feel bad for what I've done, but I also have to be thankful. If I wasn't in a bad place, if I wasn't just a scared and lost kid, I wouldn't have escaped.

You grew sick of me and kicked me out of everything we had. You were so petty as to give personal info to mutuals in a gc (like COUGH my irl name, seriously?) So petty to delete thousands of messages you sent me. So petty to cry about me being "abusive." You weaponized and demonized my mental illnesses, diagnosed and unknown, to make me look worse. Like actually fuck you for making my alter Carl seem like a dangerous person. Fuck you for saying I physically attacked people when no tf I did not. I, and most of my system, would not begin to dream of striking a person like that. (The ones that do are using fantasy to cope, I should clarify. We are not a violent person.) And certainly not an animal jfc. "So glad you're away from him," they responded. They thought ill of me because of you. You're probably satisfied with that because you believe it all yourself. I know you think everything you did was right, but stuff like borderline blackmailing me is not the way to go fyi. Controlled the narrative to take away what I had. They trust you, they'll instantly take your side, esp because there's two of you, when in reality what you said about me was mostly misunderstanding or spiraling assumptions because you overthink way too much. No reality checks to keep you in place. I can still break it all down point-to-point.

If I think back, it hurts that you assumed I never loved you. That I dated you out of pity. What the fuck man. I loved you to my last breath,, before you killed me.

But if I was not mentally unwell back then, I would likely still be with you. And that's a terribly unpleasant thought. I'd still be terribly dependent on you to regulate my emotions, and you'd be just as dependent on me. Egads. Yikes. Ew.

I'm glad you broke up with me. Thank you. The heartbreak was painful but worth experiencing, considering the alternative. I know you're not part of my life now and I couldn't be more thankful, but if you're still checking on me, there's no point to doing so. I'm not out to hurt you so checking for signs of danger are nullified. I don't think what I do now makes you laugh either. I'd prefer it if you leave me alone now. Lord knows I want you far away from me. I'm glad I never got to meet you in person.

At least you're just distant memories now.

[arcadiaamber]

i giggled reading this btw... today i learned how pissed off i can get pricefielders

anyways... im not even gonna geti nto the first point because i cannot comprehend whatever the fuck ur saying so... 😭😭😭‼️‼️‼️

2. calling me a dumbass is so funny but anyways.. i get that they have their chemistry or whtv but its literally not like they NEED to get back together 😭😭😭😭😭 if anything id like it if they just stayed best friends.. b. reconnecting with chloe most likely would NOT help her move on from the past because chloe IS the past. (i mean seriously shes her ex have u ever felt a sapphic breakup that shit HURTS..) me wanting max to be able to move on from her past without chloe is not bias and actually comes from what i want to see in her character aka GROWTH.. i get she can grow with chloe but she can as easily grow by herself its not like being by yourself is inherently a bad thing LMFAO.. perchance her growing without chloe might be better.. the fact u went thru my posts like a fan flatters me but i promise you im not a d9 bootlicker i just enjoy double exposure like a regular person would.. also im a pricefielder, except i dont kiss dontnod's ass sooo.... there was zero "character assassination" for either of them in my opinion anyways. i think theyre both in character, max is still the socially awkward nerd but shes more confident and i think thats a great thing. chloe breaking up with max because of the fact she couldnt move on from arcadia bay is realistic of her and definitely shows her growth from her 19 year old self to her mid 20s self. i dont get why you want these characters to be one dimensional and stay stuck as the same person forever.. they were teenagers in lis1. they are going to grow and change thats life. also you pointing out that max broke space and time for chloe enforces my opinion that max is codependent on chloe. she doesnt care what it takes or even what happens to her she just wants chloe to be safe, and i dont really think thats HEALTHY.. but what do i know about healthy relationships...

3. i hope u realize i was half joking when i said it wasn't bias for safield.. like yeah i obviously have some bias but also its nkt completely unrealistic to hope that the next game focuses on the two main character's' relationship 😭😭😭😭 idk man i feel like ur going a little loopy..

4. again with the insults ijbol... i never said that actually i said that i would be happy IF that was the endings given.. i never said i wanted her to be attached to ANYONES hip 😭😭😭😭 and i quite literally said after that id rather her be by herself for a while WHICH AGAIN ISNT A BAD THING.

5. i dont know how u sat there, played all five episodes of lis1 and came out of there with the conclusion its about pricefield. if there wasnt any violence against young women committee by jefferson the game wouldnt have a plot. it wouldnt have a story.

mannn idk after reading allat im inclined to believe you wrote that seething, steam coming out of ur ears, whistling like a teapot because i didnt kiss dontnod's ass and actually have a mind of my own. the amount of delusion in that essay as well good lordddd 😭😭😭😭😭 this is my first and LAST time i respond to one of these bullshit responses cause ya'll spew so much shit out ur ass it baffles me how u guys actually think that...

this is probably going to be EXTREMELY controversial so i dont expect ANYONE to agree (please dont hate me 🙏🙏🙏‼️‼️‼️) but i REALLY DONT WNAT CHLOE BACK IN DE2. I HAVE REASONS!!!!!!!!

1. i think that it'll be viewed as a cash grab and like pricefield / chloe fans r never happy sooooo

2. if chloe and max were to get back together for some unforeseen reason i think that woukd ruin max's potential growth in de2 in my opinion. like i PERSONALLY think that her 'losing' chloe should help her move on from the past and should be portrayed as something that can help her move forward instead of dwelling on what could have been (as taylor swift once said, everything you lose is a step you take 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️)

3. i think she'd be so out of place and id rather have de2 focus on max and safi's relationship and this highkey sounds lkke bias because of my fixation but i PROMISE YOU its not.. mostly...

4. i think that max should grow by herself i really dont think she needs to be attached to chloe by the fucking hip.. like i would be so fucking ecstatic if you got to be with amanda/vinh/safi at the end of de2 but i think the most realistic ending would be for her to be by herself, not FOREVER, but for a good amount of time for her to be secure with being by herself because i personally think max is extremely codependent with chloe.. if .. that makes sense