#these fucking silly boys

[great-master-airplane]

Fengqing 16

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Thank you my dear anon <3 hope you enjoy your silly boys~

16. things you said with no space between us

One moment, Mu Qing was sneering.

He and Feng Xin were fighting. He and Feng Xin were always fighting over one thing or another. Usually because Feng Xin was wrong about something. Or acting stupid. Or simply because he happened to be in the vicinity, and Mu Qing didn’t like the way the sun highlighted the warm tones in his eyes.

Mu Qing couldn’t even remember what they’d been fighting about this time. Something small, something inconsequential. An off-handed comment, a roll of the eyes, and suddenly they were too close, yelling in each other’s faces like they’d been doing for the past eight-hundred years.

And Mu Qing was winning.

He could see it in the way Feng Xin’s temper flared, how his brow had set into a prominent furrow and how his jaw trembled under the force he used to grind his teeth. Mu Qing loved riling him up like this, loved winning this eternal game they didn’t know how to stop playing.

Feng Xin’s breath hit his cheeks, warm with frustration. Mu Qing just had to grin at the familiar heat of the other god’s wonderful fury, and his lips had moved before he’d fully considered his next words.

“You want to kiss me so bad,” he’d taunted, so confident that this would be the last line he would need to claim his victory. He knew Feng Xin, knew him as well as he knew himself, so he expected that Feng Xin would blush, sputter something nonsensical, and then stomp away so he didn’t have to face Mu Qing anymore.

An easy win for Mu Qing. One that he might even be able to provoke him with later.  

At least, it should have been.

Whatever Feng Xin had been about to say in retaliation never came out. He stared at Mu Qing as if trying to wrap his head around what he’d just heard, and Mu Qing could already feel the beginnings of a victory smirk making its way across his face. He narrowed his eyes challengingly, waiting for Feng Xin’s inevitable reaction.

One moment, Mu Qing was sneering.

The next, he was being kissed.

Feng Xin surged forward to press their lips together, and it was too hard, too rough. Likely to leave Mu Qing’s mouth bruised and stinging long after they’d parted, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. Mu Qing grabbed a fistful of his robes and dragged him closer, kissing back just as brutally, just as horribly.

Surely no other kiss in existence had ever been quite this bad. The angle was wrong, Feng Xin had bitten him twice already, and both of them still seethed with a fury that only encouraged each violent push of their lips. Mu Qing clutched at Feng Xin’s robes, tempted to push him off, to put an end to whatever the fuck this was because it wasn’t what he’d waited over eight-hundred years for, dammit—

Then Fen Xin tilted his head, and suddenly everything was better. Still too rough, still too angry, but Mu Qing hardly noticed. Everything else had slowed. The world around them disappeared—Feng Xin’s palace, the Heavens, the gods, everything—and all that mattered was this silent war happening between them.

The same push and pull on a new and frightening battleground, and Mu Qing felt torn between shoving Feng Xin away or pulling him closer.

They parted, and neither one of them said anything for a long moment. The silence stretched on between them as Feng Xin scanned Mu Qing’s face, evidently searching for something. He must have found it because his perpetual frown began to curve a little, and his gaze began to warm. Mu Qing felt an unwelcome heat begin to crawl across his cheeks, and he quickly shoved Feng Xin away before the other god could soften further.

“What the hell was that about?” Mu Qing demanded, frustratingly breathless. He hated that, despised how he didn’t even need to breathe and yet Feng Xin had somehow managed to strangle the air right out of him.  

“You told me to kiss you,” replied Feng Xin, and the confused lilt of his words shouldn’t have sounded so stupidly endearing.

“No, I said you wanted to kiss me! I was taunting you! What did you think I was doing?”

“I thought you were inviting me to kiss you!” Feng Xin snapped back, and yes, good, this was familiar. Mu Qing could handle more bickering; what he couldn’t handle was Feng Xin staring at him with so much awe.

“Clearly you thought wrong! Why would I invite you to kiss me?!”

“I don’t know! If you hated it so much, why did you kiss back?” Feng Xin’s brow, which had been furrowed with renewed anger, suddenly lifted in shock. He stared at him closely, curiously, as if he couldn’t quite figure Mu Qing out, and Mu Qing could do nothing other than hold his ground. “You kissed me back. Why did you kiss me back?”

Mu Qing rolled his eyes. “What else was I supposed to do?”

“You’re plenty capable, Mu Qing. You could’ve pushed me away easily if you’d really wanted to.” That infuriating smile was back, all confidence and triumphant. Mu Qing wanted to hit him. In the mouth. With his fist. Or maybe even with his own mouth. He couldn’t be sure what was going on in his head, but he knew that he couldn’t let Feng Xin win so easily.

“You might as well admit it. You wanted me to kiss you.”

“Oh yeah?” Mu Qing scoffed and rolled his eyes again. “Even if I did, that was before I knew how bad you are at it.”

“I’m bad!?” Feng Xin’s temper flared again, and Mu Qing accepted that as a minor victory until the bastard kept talking. “As if you were any better! You kept biting me! And you pushed too hard! Obviously, I’m the better kisser!”

“Obviously you aren’t! Were you trying to kiss me or headbutt me? Your lack of finesse is impressive! Truly the stuff of legend!”

“I’ll show you finesse—”

And then they were kissing again. All anger and teeth and simply no finesse, despite Feng Xin’s claim to the contrary. Mu Qing couldn’t keep from clutching at Feng Xin’s robes to draw him closer, and he savored the pleasant little hum that Feng Xin pressed to his mouth. A hand cradled his jaw, and later he’d take credit for the new, pleasant angle that Feng Xin created just by adjusting his position.

Much, much later.

First, Mu Qing had a point to make. He did kiss better than Feng Xin, and he didn’t care how long it took to prove it.

[paper-lilypie]

something something just my luck

[crabussy]

hey I went to Bad At It island and everyone you know was there. yeah turns out you just see the version of them they put forwards in order to not disappoint and in actuality everyone is just trying their best which doesn't always mean succeeding. yeah you were there as well but it's ok because you're surrounded by your friends and loved ones and if you take a moment you'll realise we are all flawed by nature but we are all full of love for one another and that matters more than any skill or success or achievement.

[bunnis-monsters]

NSFW

a/n: someone requested soft morning sex with silly the clown!

In the soft morning glow, you looked beautifully to Silly the clown. Now that he had you all to himself, he couldn’t help but stare at you every morning, watching as the sun shone down on your barely clothed body.

He had been lonely for so long, and for a while he believed that the rest of his life would be spent with only himself for company in an empty amusement park.

So who could blame him for adoring you?

When you stirred, he softened, leaning down to kiss your forehead. The sleepy whine that left your lips when you opened your eyes had him swooning.

“Still tired?” he murmured, his forehead leaning against yours. All you could do was nod, still half asleep.

“Sweet thing…”

His hands slipped down your body, one of his fingers gently rubbing against your clothed clit. “Pretty girl, lemme make you feel good okay?”

You whimpered as he lifted your thigh, pushing your panties to the side so he could sink his fingers into your fat cunt.

“Look at that, all wet for me already, hmm? Such a a good girl…”

He pumped his fingers in and out, kissing along your neck before biting down on a particularly sensitive spot.

His tentacle cock was already straining against his pants, begging to be set free… but he wanted to please you first.

“Love… you’re beautiful, you know? Utterly gorgeous…”

His free hand moved to grope your breast, his fingers fiddling with your nipple through the thin fabric of your top.

“All mine… how lucky am I?”

Your clit twitched when his thumb brushed against it.

“Mmm… that’s nice…”

It felt good, being pleasured through your sleepy haze. You could feel him add another finger, stretching you out a bit so you’d be able to take his cock with ease.

“That’s my girl… doesn’t that feel nice? Such a good girl… being so patient with me.”

He pulled his fingers out of your dripping cunt, slick sticking to the wet digits as he slid them into his mouth. “So good… god, you taste amazing…”

If he hadn't been so hard, he would have moved between your legs to taste you from the source, but he had waited long enough.

He needed to be inside of you, right this second.

His cock twitched and squirmed against your cunt, wriggling it’s way inside of you.

You were just stretched out enough for it to slip in easily, but tight enough for Silly to let out a grunt against your neck, his hips lightly smacking into yours as he began to move.

“Tight… so warm, so good…”

His rambling were incoherent, and you could feel his inhuman qualities slipping out. His tongue became longer than normal, lapping at the shell of your ear before he tilted your chin so he could kiss you.

You were still in between sleep and consciousness, letting out a bratty whine as he interrupted your sleepy state. Once he got a taste of you, he pulled back and kissed along your neck.

His tongue felt different, more slimy and squirmy, almost the same texture as his tentacle cock. It made you shiver, but not in a bad way.

His hands fumbled for your clit, his hips picking up the pace as he groped at your breasts again. It was strange… you could feel his tongue wrapping around your nipples, but how could he do that when he was kissing at your neck?

You didn’t question his strange anatomy, simply letting pleasure overtake you. The orgasm came in waves, and you let out the cutest mewl when you felt his thick cum spurt into you.

It was warm, and always oozed out of you so deliciously. You could feel his tentacle cock settle, nudging at your g-spot to force you into clenching around it.

He always stayed inside of you long after you were both spent, cooing to you softly.

“Did so good, took it all so well… precious little thing, you mean everything to me…”

You yawned, letting out a satisfied hum as his fingers toyed lightly with your clit. “Mmm… still sleepy…”

“I know, love. Sleep all you want, when you’re up I’ll run us both a bath…”

His eyes softened when you turned to face him, nuzzling your face against his chest. “Wanna snuggle for a little longer…”

It made his heart race, or well… the organ he had that functioned as a heart. You were the only being that he wanted to mate with, that made him feel anything other than loneliness.

If he hadn't met you, if you didn’t randomly decide to come visit the abandoned amusement park, he may have never gotten to feel what humans described as “love”.

No one would ever be able to pry you away from him.

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[saint-hymn]

You're not coming back from shit! Thrashing around in that high-conductivity state of yours, bumping into things and acting like a clown. Who are you kidding?

[naivegh0ul]

Boyfriends!Ghost and Soap eating you out but their tongues keep bumping into each other and they end up making out in front of your pussy, causing you to squirm and kick and cry out at having to watch your two hot boyfriends kiss when they could so easily turn their heads and kiss between your legs instead... :)

[suntails]

toot toot!

[lil-vibes]

Day 22: Get drunk

Previous/Next

(prompt list here!)

[egophiliac]

swipes everything else off of the table to yell about diasomnia flower bookmarks

(I gave Silver one too :D)

[rynli]

a wild jean appears

[torchstelechos]

I love that Isabeau is the one to bring up the "what do we do if you die" conversation cause its a very good insight to his character at the very start of the game. Isabeau is practical, smart, and loves everyone dearly and wants to know how to help them when shit goes sideways. He's the one to ask about Bonnie too, which is a delightful read on how he thinks because everyone else shuts that down instantly as a "That wont happen and cant happen" but we see later in the game it can happen which is such a startling thing for a game to do but justifies the foreshadowing of Bonnie can die what do we do if that happens? Isabeau, despite everything, is also the one who gets to the heart of the matter even if its not something must people are willing to talk about. All without it being part of his friendquest, thats just him naturally. Which! Says so much about him and how he is! His character when its not about his relationship with Siffrin is a very intriguing thing because it feels like a very classic hard intellectual stance that's been softened after many years of learning to better communicate healthily with others. A reflection, if you will, of Odile but in a very drastic direction. I find him fascinating and I also want to scoop his brains out and study them under a microscope to see all his little brain thoughts.

[justvoidsdumbstuff1]

They are watching Flutterbat eat her meal

Dash gotta stop smoking everything she founds on the ground

AU from Captainzigo! (Empress Twilight and Jester Pinkie au) Captainzigo= cool person, really awesome person

[chiakery]

Dropout newsletter this week:

Me:

[many-gay-magpies]

i love crystal and charles having an emotionally inadvisable hookup charles can't even FEEL in one room while niko and edwin sit cross-legged on niko's bed watching scooby doo in the other

[itscherryterry-again]

yea

[menuliso]

ohhhhhhhh kacchan was definitely plotting that shoulder check 3 months in advance.