#tanner your so cool

[charlotteandthechocolatefactory]

i felt inspired

(original under cut)

[benjingle]

Shitpost please don't take it seriously

[thecoolestcowboy]

he’s literally not a kissboy you freak

[thefantasticjourneytoozfan]

Aw shucks

[jakesterling]

guys.....

Drew's not a kissboy 🤕

[cannibaldetective]

[cassandralexxx]

im on this side of TikTok rn:

[zzineedsleepzz]

Random shit post

Reference:

[blubber-fly]

*As I stare into his dark brown almost black-coloured eyes with my sky blue eyes. He's so cool... I can only think to say aloud to him as if confessing my undying love for him..*

"Tanner.... you're so cool.." *I speak with a nervous and quiet tone as a light pink blush dusts my cheeks, I look at him shyly as I wait for his response...*

"I'm not a kissboy." *he hisses with a tone filled with hatred and anger, he's glaring at me as if he loathed my existence, I can only think to tear up at his pure despise for my words...*

(I thought this would be funny to write)

[eepymonstrr]

who’s gonna have this matching discord status with me

[stupidconfettieater]

i got bored in online class uuuhhhhhh

[dinosuarm]

Ok gaystripe

[zerostyrant]

tanner your so cool

"I'M NOT A KISSBOY"

btw the idea behind this image was that before Round 6, they probably had rehearsals because it's a performance on live television, it wouldn't make sense not to do rehearsals (i say this as someone who has done theatre before) and i had the idea that ivan maybe asked till to dance during one of their rehearsals. anyways yeah that was the. idea behind this

[gender-ihardlyknower]

no one understands the relationship I have between doomed Roblox yaoi screenshots and mitski

[musicallyiinclined]

The strap of Joel's bag slips from his shoulder, tugging at his arm as he reaches into the pocket of his coat. After the eight-hour flight and the rush from the airport, he wasn't sure if he'd remembered to take his phone off airplane mode, but the phone call answers one question. Or make that two questions, he thinks as he catches a glimpse of the name at the top of the screen.

Swinging his carry-on back over his shoulder, he changes the hand that is on the suitcase and adjusts the phone before tapping the accept button. "Hey, I--" Someone walking the opposite way along the sidewalk has to sidestep his bags, and he waves apologetically before continuing to the front of the building. "Sorry. Hey! Happy almost New Year. Or... happy New Year's Eve? I guess?" Chuckling, Joel glances up to make sure he has the right address. All at once, the anticipation rises to the surface, but he would hate to ruin the surprise now after having put so much time into planning the trip. "So... three days, huh?"

Joel's voice coming over the line instantly lifts his spirits, and he smiles in amusement as he listens to his greeting. It's a bit chaotic, but it's still the best thing Tanner has heard since the last time they spoke. "Nobody wishes anyone either of those things, J. It's just happy New Year starting at like, Christmas." He leans his head back against the couch, still smiling as he stares up at the ceiling. "And hey. What's it like in the future? Do we have flying cars yet?" Tanner wonders who Joel rang in the New Year with. Whoever it was must be gone now, because the background is quiet on his end. "Three days," he agrees, feeling the ache of loneliness once more. "I wish you were here now. Kissing your picture at midnight isn't going to be the same," he jokes half-heartedly.

[crushmeeren]

ᝰ KATSUKI FUCKING YOU IN THE PORSCHE .ᐟ

̽ ⋆ ﹒♡﹒ inspired by this from @with-my-calamitous-love !

master list ‣ ‣ @zennypiee

“We’re gonna be fuckin’ late.”

It’s the third time he’s repeated himself, and Katsuki’s weak attempt at convincing you to be on time for yet another stuffy heroes banquet isn’t working. He’s been trying to show his face in public more, courtesy of his PR manager. But you know that you’d both much rather park in an empty lot so you can bounce on his cock.

Long, thick fingers tap the steering wheel in a quick rhythm, the muscles in his forearms flexing with every small movement. It’s the end of summer, and Katsuki’s skin is a bit tanner than usual. You thank God the weather is still warm enough that Katsuki’s rolled the sleeves of his silky black button up to his elbows.

Your stare is open and shameless, biting the inside of your cheek as he rolls the wheel with one hand to turn right. “So what? C’mon baby, the banquet will continue whether we’re late or not. Besides, you didn’t even want to go, Kat.”

Katsuki laughs, a short and rough sound. You glance at him and he meets your gaze, smirking, then returns to watching the road, flicking on the turn signal. “Fine, fuck the banquet. You love gettin’ your way, don’t ya? Spoiled girl.”

He’s teasing, but heat sinks low into your belly anyways. “Say whatever you want, but I know you love spoiling me, Katsuki.”

Katsuki hums in response. The hand that’d been resting on the gearshift lands on your thigh, palm warm and melting through your dress like butter. He squeezes once, gripping the fabric and tugging until it starts to bunch around your upper thighs.

Silently, you check your purse in hopes of finding a hair tie. You’d like to be somewhat presentable for the banquet afterwards.

⇣ ༝ ⇣ ༝ ⇣

The backseat of the Porsche is quite small.

Katsuki’s too tall, and it’s not realistic for you both to be able to bend and twist to get the right angles. Not that the front is much better, but at least Katsuki can scoot his seat far back enough that you’ll fit snug in his lap. Even if the steering wheel digs into your back every now and then.

One of your knees is trapped between Katsuki’s thigh and the center console, pinching it to the point of being annoying but easy to ignore. The other presses against the door. You shift your weight, adjusting your feet so the tops of them are propped up Katsuki’s thighs and it relieves the ache on your knee.

Your pussy drags along his shaft as you do, the only thing keeping him from sliding inside is the fabric of your panties. He’d shoved his slacks and briefs to mid thigh before you straddled him and now the heat of him is unbearable.

“Fuck,” Katsuki chokes out, gripping your waist out of habit as his dick twitches. “You’re goddamn gorgeous, I wanna see your tits.” He moves one hand up to your chest and yanks down the collar of your dress, breasts bouncing free, and he seals his lips around one of your nipples, sucking so hard your hips jerk forward.

“Oh god, Kat, don’t tease,” you warn, fingers fisting the silky material over his shoulders. Katsuki’s tongue flicks your tender nipple, skating his hand up your ribs and down your waist, over your thigh and between your legs. He pulls your panties to the side, letting cool fingers slide between your lips. They briefly dip inside, and you rock down only for Katsuki to retreat.

Katsuki frees your nipple with a pop and leans back to speak, more than likely to antagonize you, but you surge forward and cut him off with a bruising kiss. Katsuki’s head knocks into the seat from the force of it, punching a groan from his chest. The clean, citrusy scent of his cologne curls in the air and tickles your nose.

You shove your tongue into his mouth, reaching down to circle your fingers around his shaft. Tightening your hold causes Kastuki to suck in a sharp breath, and you break the kiss to rest your forehead on his.

Rising up on your knees, you use your grip on his dick to tap his tip against your clit, a prickle of heat shooting up your spine, before you line him up and start to sink down. The soft heat of your pussy locks tight around him and Katsuki tenses up beneath you, latching onto your hips.

Your breath catches in your chest until you bottom out, ass meeting his thighs. Your pussy throbs from the burning stretch.

“Jesus,” Katsuki breathes, lids fluttering as he struggles to keep them open. “Feels too fuckin’ good, babygirl.” You nod your agreement, slack-jawed, and straighten your spine. It’s like Katsuki’s cock is in your stomach.

“Help me Kat,” you demand, bracing your hands on the seat behind the blonde.

One side of Katsuki’s mouth lifts into a smug grin, shifting himself a bit lower into the seat. Large hands cup your ass and squeeze tight enough to leave marks. “Hang on tight, princess.”

The first thrust sparks pleasure deep in your pelvis, heat rushing to your toes. After that, each time you push back to meet him, it’s slick, loud, and frantic. He fucks you fast and hard, this being one of the few times Katsuki’s agreeable to a quickie. The heat rises until the windows fog up, your handprint becoming very visible to the outside eye.

Once you’ve settled back into the passenger seat you touch up your makeup, thankful it wasn’t ruined. Although, your hair tie does get put to good use.